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Pain shot through her nervous system as soon as the whirring blade of metal touched her delicate skin. The instant the blade made the slightest laceration, her mind went into overdrive to try and convince her to pull her arm out of the contraption. She was more than willing to oblige but her line of vision fell upon the timer. Only a couple more minutes were left and if she wanted to live then she would have to sacrifice her hand. Being a pin cushion full of nails was not enticing and so with that last thought to quell her doubts, she slammed her hand into the machine.

A scream ripped from her throat as the pain she felt earlier became nothing compared to the torment she was suffering now. The once whirring noise of the gears in the contraption was now added with the sound of skin, muscles, and bones being torn against their will. She grasped onto the glass box with her right hand as her left became nothing more than mush. Her vision blurred rapidly but she was still able to see the blood that splattered across the glass in the machine. It could have been more blood for the beaker if the blades were not so messy to spew the metallic liquid everywhere.

The subject of time hit her brain very faintly but she was unable to pull herself mentally to look at the clock. Instead she was focusing on just standing. The blood she was forced to provide was literally being ripped from her at a horridly fast pace. Her grip upon the glass box with her right hand tightened but soon the strength started to whittle down to nothing. She noticed her body was starting to become weak and her balance rapidly became uncoordinated. Falling down was starting to look like a possibility and it was then that her hazel orbs locked upon the glass jar of a deep crimson liquid. It was at eight pints of blood but the female felt as if she had no more to give. Her body quivered as she tried her best to stay up and groans were constantly slipping from her throat.

It was then that her right hand was pressed against the glass of the machine. Her blurred peripheral vision caught the motion of another hand upon hers. If she was not a victim to such pain then she would have smiled at the person next to her. Whether he performed the motion out of his own blind pain or to try and keep her going escaped her mind. She was done. Her face was ghostly pale and her feet were unable to hold her weight any longer. A small groan was the finished product of her last stance as she finally fell to the floor. It was a matter of seconds before she was joined on the ground with her fellow survivor.

She half wished for her pain to just be wiped away with nails piercing every part of her body. Her half-closed eyes peered upon the other, who was lying not too far from her own position. It was the noise that followed that allowed her eyelids to flutter back into full reality. The door nearby that marked their freedom had opened. A new rush of emotion raced through her as the only thought that entered her scarred mind was:

We made it.

All of her being seemed to move with the essence of those words providing her energy. Brit crawled over to her companion, through the last trap, wincing as her arm reminded her of the previous trial she had experienced. She leaned over his left side, turning her pale face upon his own, trying to get her message across.

"We won, we did it," she croaked, a very small sense of excitement ran through her voice. "We survived."

It took her mind a few moments to register the next action as her hues fell upon the mutilated arm. She stared at the raised appendage in disgust and horror. Not only was the arm cut literally in half but the burn that was previously present made the wound fairly worse in appearance. It was no sooner raised than dropped down with a flop beside its owner. Brit looked at the male's face as his facial expression was contorted with pain. She had a feeling he wouldn't make it if he was not presented to a doctor soon but she knew she would die as well. The blood loss would be too great for her to handle.

As Mallick's eye lids drooped over his orbs, Brit decided it was time to try and save herself. After all, someone had to live to tell the tale. She began her slow and painful journey to the open door. Her arm was bleeding profusely and her vision blurred with every movement. She wanted to give a sob at the pitiful state she had been reduced to but her will remained strong. They had made it and she was so close to tasting freedom and yet she could tell she probably wouldn't enjoy it for long. Sharp pains filled her internal organs as breathing became limited. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she too would pass out.

A metal object presented itself to her and she weakly grabbed it with her right hand, noticing the lack of grip upon its handle. It was then that she and the object worked as one. Every time her dead weight of a body moved, she forced her right to shoot out to the next couple of inches. This allowed her to move her being until she reached the spot that the metal object touched. This motion continued for a while until Brit was within the confines of the next room. She cursed under her breath for being so weak as she struggled to remain conscious.

Then a sound pierced her line of hearing as she made an attempt to move. Her own action came to a painful halt as she listened for any extra signs of movement. Perhaps she was hearing things in her delusional state or perhaps it was the one who kidnapped her to begin with. A sudden fear shot through her mind and her heart beats became louder, more painful. What if her freedom was indeed short lived and the person would now claim her life? The female gave a look of determination as she noticed the desk she was near. Either the blood loss gave her will too much strength or happened to feed her stupidity was beyond her.

Brit brought her right arm up so that the hook-like object fell upon the wood with a dull clunking noise. The sound of a gun being cocked didn't fully register in the female's mind but the voice that followed did. She couldn't quite make out the words but it was enough for her to accept the fact that the man was not her kidnapper. Her hazed orbs peered at his own as she murmured inaudible words but allowed her voice to become stronger.

"We won, we worked together," she seemed to mumble every couple of seconds.

Her right hand gripped at the top of her left arm, trying to numb the pain down but she knew it was a hopeless battle. Blood was still being drained from her damaged body but she was still conscious. That was until her eyelids grew extremely heavy with death not too far off. Brit groaned before sliding forward, falling into bittersweet oblivion.

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I'm only posting this for my pleasure but feel free to read and review if you want. This is obviously post Saw V and I may decide to write more on the subject but I'm kind of a fleeting author. I think of some ideas but then they die so who knows, there may be another chapter or not. You never know. Thanks for taking the time to read this though.

Like I said before, this is written for my own viewing pleasure but I'm willing to share.