UPDATE:
BEWARE (Violent and sexual tendencies, psychological terror, torture, strong language)

PS.; Yeeeeees. In my world men CAN get pregnant. Problem with that?

ADAM POV

Jigsaw.

He changed my entire life.

„Calm down, Mr. Faulkner. The judge is a nice man, I promise."

In a good way.

"His Honour Mr. Justice Peter Vogt. Please stand up."

And a bad way.

"Mr. Mark Hoffman and Mr. Adam Faulkner. Not married to each other. Subject: Custody for their one year old son Jason Hoffman Faulkner. Me and the witnesses came to a decision."

I dared to look at him.

How proud and confident he stood there in his cop suit.

Instead of me.

My knees trembled, I leaned against the table.

My hair messy, standing up in all directions.

My face full with scars.

I was just a useless photographer.

A voyeur.

A pathetic piece of shit.

Those were exactly the right words to describe me.

I was nothing.

"The court of Melbourne decided to adjudge the sole custody for Jason Hoffman Faulkner to the father. Mark Hoffman."

It felt like a headshot.

And I collapsed.

"No! No! You can't do that! I… I need my son!"

"Order in the court!"

"Shut up!"

He was just an asshole. I didn't care if judge or not.

"Mr. Faulkner! You will get a – "

"Fuck yourself!"

My lawyer helped me to get up and tried to calm me down.

"You can't do that…"

He taught me with a serious gaze trough his thick glasses.

"Of course I do…"

My sobbing was a horrible sound, which resounded in the courtroom very loudly.

I felt weak. And every word gave me another hit in the face.

"Mr. Faulkner. You have to understand. We want the best solution for everyone."

"Fuck you want…"

I looked over to him again. Not a hint of pity in his face, as he looked at me back and his ice-cold blue eyes stabbed mine like a dagger.

"Don't you stare! DO SOMETHING, MARK!"

I yelled. Desperately. Hopelessly. In pain.

But he was pokerfaced.

"Adam, please. It's the best decision for you and our little one."

Tears burned like acid in my eyes.

"Fucking asshole…"

I perceived every word the judge read out trough my ears like a filter.

My mind screamed.

'Do something, you moron! It's your son! Your little Jason!'

And I remember how I begged.

"Please. I can't live without my son… He's the meaning of life…
He and Lawrence… I know. I'm not an example. But I would do everything for him… As God is my witness."

True.

Oh dammit. Lawrence… I need you so much now…

"Mr Faulkner. Is it right that you've been a victim of the serial killer Jigsaw, because you've been a voyeur and suffered under borderline and self-injury?"

"Yes, your Honour… But I'm going to a therapy for Jigsaw survivors with my boyfriend every week now. We met during the game the first time…"

Mark was laughing mockingly.

"The 'great' Dr. Lawrence Gordon is suspected being an apprentice of Jigsaw."

My fist hit the table in front of me.

"That's bullshit, Mark! Why should Lawrence be grateful for sawing off his foot and help Jigsaw? It doesn't make any sense! You just can't get over it that I left you!"

"Order in the court! Lawrence Gordon is not the case now!"

I fought with myself.

Next step. I knew it would cause trouble, but it was worth a try…

For Jason!

"Your Honour…"

I approached the older man with tears drowned eyes and voice.

"He might be a detective, but…"

I turned my head to Mark.

He looked at me and my voice collapsed straightaway like chart house.

"But? I'm curious about it, Adam."

The tone in his voice made me shiver like a drenched kitten in the rain.

I built my chart house of voice up again slowly.

"I don't know if… if someone believes me… But Mark… Mark beat me when we were together."

I didn't dare to open my eyes.

Just felt like tears coursed trough my closed eyelashes, down my cheek as I thought of the many times his strong fist hit my face and blood poured down like thick rain down on the floor.

"That's a lie and you know it, Adam. Your Honour, there is no proof that I ever done something like that to him. Assuming that I've 'done', why didn't he tell about it earlier?"

That was exactly him. Lying straight into somebody's eyes.

"Sorry, Mr. Faulkner. There's no evidence, and if t-"

"He forced me to have sex."

I opened my eyes again.

Shocked faces.

A glimmer of hope?

Failed.

"Stop lying, Adam. There's no evidence… It's over. But you don't have to be afraid. I will take care of Jason. Promise."

"Shut up… You're a monster…. A mendacious rapist!"

"Quiet, Mr. Faulkner! We all understand your reactions, but there's no evidence for your charges. So the judgment decides to devolve the sole custody to Mark Hoffman at the moment. He's mentally and physically in a good shape and he has a safe job. So he's very well qualified to take care of the child."

"Thank you, my Honour. I really appreciate that."

Enough.

I walked over to him quickly.

It was too late for the security agents to hold me back, as my hand slapped as hard as I could across his face.

"Asshole! I wish from the bottom of my heart that you will rot in this bathroom like I did, you sick fuck!"

"Mr. Faulkner! Stop it! Or I'm forced to suspend punitive damages for you!"

But I didn't care, even though my hits seemed to amuse Mark.

So I spit right into his face.

He took my son away from me.

No sum of money in the world hurt as much as that…

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