Well you get to see Kelly again.

"Quinton!" The voice you hear is extremely faint, as if you're underwater. "Wake up! Chris made us! What happened with Morgan?!" Your eyes open as the voice gets louder. You see Kelly in front of you, tied to a wooden chair that's bolted to the floor. You feel groggy, like being hungover you imagine. The room is brightly lit by a fluorescent light that was almost certainly installed recently. The walls were once white, you guess, but they appear blotchy and yellowed with age and neglect, a large water stain flows down the wall to your right. The floor underneath you is concrete but you can see some tattered remains of a carpet that was recently torn up and removed. "Quinton!" You stare back at Kelly, eyes open now. Her left cheek is swollen, and she is covered in little cuts and scrapes suggesting a struggle. You can also tell she's been trying to escape her binds which have scoured red gashes in her wrists, tied to the arms of the chair.

"Kelly?" You finally manage to mutter, your mouth dry.

"Quinton. What happened? Where is George?" You don't know what to say at first. You want to believe it was another dream, but looking down you see you're tied to an identical wooden chair, also bolted to the floor of this windowless room. "Quinton?" You look up at Kelly again. "Tell me what happened?"

"He..." You start sobbing slightly. "He's dead. They had him there, when... when I walked in." Kelly stares, searching your face, as you speak. "They put him in her chair. I shot. I didn't hesitate." You break down and Kelly's eyes go wide in realization as it dawns on her what must have happened.

"Oh fuck." She says halfway between sympathy for you and her own mortal fear of what comes next. You hear footsteps, as if they're descending stairs and then the rattling and scraping of a door being opened. The door must be directly behind you because you can't see it no matter how far you turn your head. You look at Kelly, who glares defiantly at the presence you now feel behind you. Feminine hands glide across your shoulders and you look up to see Morgan's head with her short bob peeking over her breasts as she looks almost directly down at you, silhouetted by the light above.

"Look who's finally awake." She says. "We were making such progress together Quinton. So disappointed in your behavior, shooting that poor man." She clicks her tongue. "Clearly this wretched cunt needs to implement a more rigorous regimen for you." She bends to your ear and whispers. "Perhaps you need more authority in the home." You shiver and look away, her very presence fills you with fear. The way she degrades herself even in the absence of Chris's body suggests his incorporeal presence in the room and only serves to further terrorize you. Morgan lets go of your shoulders and walks across the room to Kelly. "Hey Kells! How you been? It's been too long." She says in a mocking jovial tone. Kelly looks forward and speaks with a harsh tone.

"Fuck you, fucking psycho." Morgan giggles and plants herself across Kelly's lap, throwing her arms around her shoulders.

"Oh now don't go throwing stones, miss glass house." Morgan leans in, placing a hand on Kelly's chest and whispering in her ear. You just barely hear what she says. "This 'psycho' has seen what you can do with a corkscrew." You look at Kelly's face, her determined stare cracks a little with what seems like regret. Morgan leans back again and looks her in the eye before leaning in and forcefully kissing her. After a moment she pulls back. "Also if you want to get technical you're my psycho ex-girlfriend who tried to follow me home and have me killed." Morgan smirks at Kelly who remains staring straight ahead defiantly. Morgan shrugs and continues with genuine excitement. "Well that's all in the past now! We're going to have so much fun together again as Master's fuckmeat slav-" Kelly cuts her off with a headbut and she almost falls as she stands up quickly, clutching her face. "OW! FUCKING GODDAMNIT!" She roars, through her broken nose. Kelly spits out some blood on the floor and takes her turn to smirk.

Morgan turns in a huff and walks quickly outside your field of view. You hear the rattling of metal on wood as she grabs something from what you surmise is a table behind you before returning to the middle of the room. She jabs a black rod into Kelly's stomach, you can see sparks crackling at its end in her gut. Kelly screams and shakes horribly, her whole body convulsing with electricity. You shut your eyes while her anguished cries echo around the room and off the concrete floor. Morgan jams the rod into her two more times. When she's done you cautiously open your eyes. Kelly is doubled over, breathing heavily. You think you can see steam coming off her. You want to say something, to scream at Morgan, direct her ire toward you to try to protect your friend, but you're too afraid. You cower in your chair, hoping she won't turn the cattle prod unto you as well. Morgan walks back behind you and places the prod on the table again before speaking, her voice slightly affected by her broken nose.

"Well don't you two go anywhere, we are going to have so much fun this weekend." You hear the door scrape the floor as Morgan slams and latches it. Her footsteps disappear up the stairs and a few moments later, the light above your head goes out, plunging the room into darkness. You both whimper helplessly in the inky blackness.