Heather Mason || third revelation || [video]
[When Heather wakes up, she's in a wheelchair in the center of a small room. Struggling proves to be pointless, as her feet are bound tightly with metal shackles to the footrest of the wheelchair. Around her, spurred on by rather large gas burners set into the floor is a tall wall of flame, creating a perfect square, free of gaps. In her lap, her 'berry sits, and almost as though it senses that she's awake, text flickers onto the screen]
You have two options. The door is unlocked. Your hands are free, and you are free to roll out of this room at any time. However, you will be forced to roll straight through the fire. The second option: there is a key on the wall just inside the door that will unlock your restraints and simultaneously put out the fire. You may contact anyone you wish for help. However, for this to happen you will have to allow another person to be hurt gravely to save yourself; they will have to pass through the fire to unlock your restraints. Face your fear and burn yourself, or allow another who is willing to suffer in your place. Refuse to choose in time, and the fire sprinkler system will douse you in gasoline. You have two hours.
[Heather struggles again, starting to panic]
Wh... what the... let me the HELL OUT OF HERE! [yes she's screaming at a text] THIS ISN'T FUNNY!
You have two options. The door is unlocked. Your hands are free, and you are free to roll out of this room at any time. However, you will be forced to roll straight through the fire. The second option: there is a key on the wall just inside the door that will unlock your restraints and simultaneously put out the fire. You may contact anyone you wish for help. However, for this to happen you will have to allow another person to be hurt gravely to save yourself; they will have to pass through the fire to unlock your restraints. Face your fear and burn yourself, or allow another who is willing to suffer in your place. Refuse to choose in time, and the fire sprinkler system will douse you in gasoline. You have two hours.
[Heather struggles again, starting to panic]
Wh... what the... let me the HELL OUT OF HERE! [yes she's screaming at a text] THIS ISN'T FUNNY!