Richie did scream, not really words anymore, just yelling. He struggled and thrashed and tried to do anything he could, visibly just shaking now.
"I'll do it!" he yelled finally, sobbing now. The sounds of the screams and moans sunk in to his core and he tried to push the hands away but couldn't get his arms to move enough. "Carve it," he cried, because he didn't know if he could run from whatever he'd seen leave their marks on the walls. He was tired and scared and he didn't want to die. He didn't want to know what they would do to him if he couldn't go fast enough. Ben had been okay in the end, he would be too right?