It's horrible. Horrible. Page after page it became worse. Even eviler. I had to make big pauses between some chapters because it was just freaking me out. And I'm not easy to scare. It was just...too much. And what's sicker is that it is based on a true story,and these kind of things could happen to an innocent kid right now. "There's a special place in hell for people who torture children". 
 Yet I couldn't stop reading, it was like I was enchanted. I wouldn't recommend it to a friend though. And even if I found it fascinating, and I loved the author's writing's style, I'm sure I'll never EVER read it again. 
 The show was Ruth's and Ruth's only. 
 The Game was nonexistent. 
 And by that reckoning it was not just Meg but all of us stripped and naked, hanging there. 
 Sometimes Meg would shuffle and moan. 
 I was happy when she'd moan. It meant she was alive. 
 "I think I'm going to make it," she said, and reached for Susan's hand. "I think I'll be fine." 
 In the artificial glare of the work light, in the dawn that for us was not a dawn, she died. 
 I turned to my father. "I never hurt her, Dad. I never did. Honest." 
 "You never helped her, either," said Jennings.