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When Evan first entered this world, he fought. He did not consider himself a murderer. He did not wish to kill as mercilessly as the others. They enjoyed their victims, they enjoyed watching people die. Evan didn’t feel that. Sure, he had been angry at his father. Years of abuse and lies had built up into pure rage. He was angry at his friends. The workers. They sold him out. They deserved their fate, as did his father. But after that day, he didn’t feel that anymore. He felt he killed for justice, not pleasure. So, he fought.

But the Entity was strong. The Entity forced him. It channeled the rage he felt - at his father, his friends - and formed it into the perfect murderer. Merciless. It took what was left of humanity and crumpled it. In exchange for his soul, Evan asked simply for a favor. He didn’t know what it would be. He hadn’t even thought of anything. But he knew better than to ask for nothing. A favor. That’s all he needed.

And the Entity listened. And it promised. It didn’t have a voice. Or a body. But Evan knew that it would keep its end of the bargain. It was good to the killers. Evan trusted it. So, Evan turned into the Trapper. The Entity created him the perfect weapon - one that could never break. Bear traps that could be used again and again. They were already rusted, but Evan wasn’t picky. As long as it caught prey, he was happy.

And it did. He remembered the first time he caught someone. Dwight. He was fascinated. The grunts of pain made him exhilarated. He was so happy knowing this. But his happiness fell when Dwight freed himself from the trap. Of course. The Entity couldn’t just give him the kill. He still had to earn it.

The next trial, he experimented. Just placed a bunch of traps down. The survivors seemed to know better. They all avoided the traps. It was frustrating. He couldn’t force them into his traps, either. They either avoided it or just took a hit. It wasn’t fair. He placed one down in the basement, never expecting a survivor to go there voluntary. But then he heard the snap and the scream. His heart raced, a sense of happiness flooding his mind. Finally.

He rushed back to the basement, finding a young woman caught in his trap. He was mesmerized. She was so beautiful. Long, ginger hair done in braids. Blue eyes that were so entrancing. And here she was, caught in his trap. He didn’t move. Just looked at her. Finally, her gaze met his. She looks scared. Terrified. The Entity spoke to him. Gave him her name.

Meg Thomas.

At that moment, the Trapper knew what his favor was. He’d never wanted anything as much as this. He asked. He begged. The Entity granted his wish.

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The Trapper always rushed to finish the trials. Only once he was free from the trials could he get what he wanted. Once away from the trials, he was transported to his old house. No one was there anymore. Except for one.

He made his way to his old room. There was what he had asked for. Meg Thomas.

She had tried to escape a couple of times. But Trapper had learned in the trials how to prevent an escape. Bear traps, placed all around the home. He put them in random places, but made sure to always memorize where they were to prevent his own capture.

But Meg, too, had learned the locations. She learned to adapt, to have careful eyes. Avoiding the traps became easy to her. Evan came back once to find her gone. He asked the Entity for help. The Entity, favoring it’s creation, listened to his request. It brought her back. And gave Evan some tools to make sure she never escaped again.

That’s how she ended up here. She laid in Evan’s bed, a collar around her neck. A leash was connected to a lock, with a key only Evan possessed. Meg tried to break it, to pick the lock, but it didn’t work. She could no longer leave. But as time went on, she found her urge to run away dampened. It scared her, but she accepted this growing feeling. She trusted her gut.

“Hey, kitty,” Evan greeted her, taking a seat on the bed. It sunk slightly with his weight. He removed his mask, setting it on the end of the bed. It was the only time he could remove it. During the trials, it was stuck to his face. The Entity liked the killers with the masks it crafted for them.

Meg had just woken up, still a little groggy. “Hmm?” She groaned, sitting up, rubbing her eyes. Meg stretched, hearing a bone crack. She always looked so beautiful to Evan. Every inch of her body was perfect. He made sure she was safe here. No bruises, no cuts, no scrapes. Meg found it sweet in a weird way. It terrified her but made her happy at the same time.

“Let me see your neck,” He demanded. Meg craned her neck up, looking at the ceiling. There were a few holes in it, dust flowing down, as well as spiders. It creeped her out, but she didn’t say anything.

Evan leaned in closer, grabbing her chin with one hand and pulling the collar up with the other one. He noticed underneath her neck was red, a rash forming. It was too tight. “Is it hurting you?” Evan asked. He was disappointed in himself for letting this happen.

Meg nodded. Evan loosened the collar, taking it off her neck. It felt nice, a relief to her. This was her chance. She could run. Be free. But she didn’t move. She didn’t want to. She just waited for the Trapper to loosen it, then place it back on her neck. And just like that, she was no longer free.

He scratched her chin, like one would a cat. Meg liked the feeling. She leaned into it. “Good girl,” He whispered, his breath hot on her neck. He placed a kiss to her neck and she moaned gently, leaning closer to Evan. She wanted more.

But he liked to tease her. He removed himself from her, standing up. She pouted, reaching for him. Evan chuckled, grabbing her hand and kissing her fingers. One by one, a kiss placed across each of her delicate fingers. She could only stare, smiling. “You continue to be good, and I’ll give you a special treat,” He promised her.