Challenger Room

"* sigh * just do not do it again, you did not even know what could have happened if you put the wrong code" sighing Antonio warns Marcos to be careful and not act on impulse.

"So what are we sure that" nothing unexpected will happen? "asked Marcos after taking a walk.

"There's the movie poster, if it's something fan-made, putting your fingers in the seats should give us something to help us get out of here, will not we?" said Rogerio, taking the knife from the altar and looking at his friends.

"I do not want to cut my finger off," said Antonio, looking at his trembling fingers.

"Marcos?" asked Rogerio, looking at Marcos.

"But not fuc*ing, it's crazy," Marcos replied angrily.

"Like I do not want to, so let each one cut a finger, okay, Marcos," Rogerio suggested, holding out his hand to Marcos.

"Why do I first, cut off from Antonio first," Marcos said, taking a few steps back.

"So much order," said Rogerio, walking to Antonio.

Taking Antonio's hand, Rogerio looks at the rings and then at the poster and prepares to cut Antonio's finger, but when he would start cutting he hears Marcos's voice "to, to cut my first," said Marcos holding his hand.

"Why did you change your mind?" Rogerio asked, frowning.

"I do not like to feel pain, so the faster you cut, the faster you'll end up not," Marcos said, reaching for Rogerio.

Having heard Mark's response, he did not think much and put Mark's hand on the ground, looking at him, he said "I'm going to start, bite something because of the pain", finishing speaking and applying force on the knife, which was very sharp , he cut off Mark's finger.

"HMMMMMMMMMMMM" having his fingerprints ripped marks felt a pain he had never felt before, all he could do, was to bite his shirt and scream to "release the pain he was feeling."

With his knife stained with blood and his hand shaking, Rogerio looked at Antonio and said, "Come on, it's your turn," putting Antonio's hand on the floor and doing the same thing, warning him to bite something and applying force on the knife. , and like Mark he had no choice but to scream because of the pain.

"Who's going to cut my finger now?" Rogerio asked, offering the knife with blood to his friends who had stuck the cut on his fingers.

"Leave it to me .... I've gotten more used to it ... with the pain" Marcos said taking the knife from Rogerio and looking at the poster to see the finger that he had to cut.

"it's the middle finger," said Marcos, placing Rogerio hand on the floor, placing the knife on his finger, when he would put force on the knife they hear Antonio's voice.

"IT'S THE WRONG FINGER," shouted Antonio, holding his hand because of the pain.

"maybe I've seen wrong, because of the pain went wrong" apologizing marks marks repositions the knife on the right finger.

"face lends more HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" not finishing speaking Rogerio holds his hand and sinks his head on the ground because of the pain of having his finger ripped.

"man why did not you wait for him to get ready?" said Antonio, tearing a piece of his shirt off and running worriedly until Rogerio was struggling because of the pain.

"I-I thought he was already prepared and-so I just cut it," said Marcos with trembling hands.

"forget it ... he ... did not know just that," Rogerio said, whispering from the pain and looking seriously at Mark as he frowned.

After getting used to the pain, Rogerio says, "Let's ... take your fingers ... and put them on the altar ... as we saw in the film," Rogerio said as he took his own finger.

Placing the last finger on the altar, the poster next to the wall was moved to the side, revealing a secret compartment, inside they had another manikin only that it was wearing a white mask that covered the whole face, the same mask that was in the poster that moved.

Taking the mask they noticed that it had a small opening in the mouth, two holes for the eyes and a black elastic, to fasten it to the head and was made of some type of resistant plastic.

"What do we do with it?" asked Rogerio, not expecting an answer after all it was almost clear where they had to put that mask 'the dummy on the table' was what the three were thinking.