The moment the door locked behind Iris, she could feel her body begin to tense up; she didn't want to do this anymore. Not after what she saw with Matt. She was actually convinced that she lost her brother in some fucked up snuff haunted house or some shit. It wasn't much, but with her mind and how fragile it can be, anything she sees, either fake or real, gets to her.

But her thoughts begin to freeze as she looks up towards the wall where she saw Zacky standing. She didn't know why he didn't come any closer to her but she thought that he was just waiting for her to come closer which is what she does. But when she does, it seemed to be a mistake.

When she got close enough, a dim light shot on the guitarist and she could see that he was bound; arms above his head in chains and he was squirming. To be honest, the male looked pretty damn good bound up. If this wasn't such a public place with probably cameras up the ass around here, she'd end up having her way with the other. But she has to remember what happened to her brother Matt in the other room. What if it happens to this gorgeous bound beast in front of her? Well shit.

"Iris..?" Zacky would say, his voice soft and strained from the pressure of being held up like this. His arms seem to be getting tired which was why he stopped moving. Iris on the other hand made her way closer to the bound other, resting her hands upon his chest feeling the body jump slightly at the touch and let out a shaky breath.

"How did this happen..?" Iris was worried, but she couldn't get over the fact that Zacky was bound. Like damn.
"I dunno.. After you and Matt went in, all of us got taken away from each other.. I wonder if this happened to the others.."

"Well I just watched Matt get electrocuted so..." Her hands would drop from Zacky's frame at the remembrance of this. She has to remember this was serious; well, in her mind it was serious. It's not cool to use the men she loved and do this to them.

Loved..? Huh..?

"Is there anyway that I can get you free, Zee..?"

The bound other thought for a moment but said moment was too long. A creek was heard as Iris saw the chains begin to move, seeming to stretch Zacky by his arms; almost like old fashioned pulling torture, but without the pulling of the legs. If this would continue, Zacky's arms would give out and his bones would end up breaking away from his shoulders and that was not a good look for Zacky. An armless guitarist. Who'd a'thunk that one?

With the thought of an armless Zacky on her mind, her hands moved back to his chest as she leans up, lips pressing against the others cheek as she told him that she'd find the key before that would happen. Zacky couldn't help but to form a faint flush in the dim lighting, head turning to watch Iris snoop around the room for what felt like forever.

Iris did actually find a key as she rushes back towards Zacky and placed it in the right place; it turned but the lock didn't unhook. She frowns as she took it out, trying it once again; yet what happened before happened once again. She groans as she threw the key in some direction and went searching again. That was until a whined out groan filled her ears then a click of gears. She has to move faster.

"Hurry, Iris.." Zacky's voice would ring out to her as she slowly nodded, reassuring the other that she'd find the key. Another click of gears and another groan from Zacky; even though this one sounded more so like a moan. Not one of pleasure, however, of pain.

"C'mon, c'mon..!" She would chant to herself as she found another key, praying to whomever the fuck she wanted too that this was the key. And low and behold it was. The spring lock keeping the chains around Zacky came free and he collapsed on the floor with a sigh of relief. Iris was surprised that it happened this way and bent down to the other, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body against the guitarists own.

Zacky couldn't really move his arms but he just pressed into her, resting his head against her shoulder.

"Damn, can't believe you found the right one. If you didn't, I'd be a goner."

"Not a goner, Zee; just a guitarist with no arms."

The thought of that made Zacky laugh for some odd reason; the image is kinda funny.
But the two finally stand up, Iris grabbing hold of Zacky's arms and massaging them back to functioning order before the took took each others hands, slowly moving through the third door.

Iris hoped that she can save the others like she did with Zacky. If not, she didn't know how to feel.

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Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Matt was watching the scene unfold behind a two way mirror. He could see everything yet they couldn't see him. He'd rather keep it that way for a while. He was confused slightly at the way Iris acted with Zacky and how she acted with him.

When the two made their way to the third room, Matt made his way to the second room and stood in front of another two way mirror.

If Iris can save everyone, hell make his presence known once again. Even if not, he has too. It's a haunted house for fucks sake. It's not real. It just fucks with your mind. That's the illusion Matt wants to continue. Make it seem as if he's 'dead' even though, you can clearly see the vocalist was up and running around. He's no zombie.

And now, Matty waits; and watches with intent on what happens next.

Notes

An armless guitarist. Why is that really funny to me? I'm fucked up. I'm sorry.

Hope you guys enjoy this little spooky shit I'm doing. Only three more then it'll go back to normality. I promise.