SAW: The games continue part IV

by Delta2060

"For years I have worked to determine who is worthy of living. But now my message shall be heard across the entire world. Whatever the outcome of your decisions, I will not be affected, for I am already dead. My followers will test you. I will test you. This is my final act. I am Jigsaw, and my gift is life."

1. Chapter 1

Here we go! The opening chapter of the final part of this four part SAW story. We start off with a pretty brutal trap. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

"You are not worthy of the life you have been gifted with, Eden. Therefore I will give you one chance and one chance only to make your life worth living again." Said the voice of Jigsaw on the tape.

Eden was bolted into a machine with his face in between two belt sanders with fresh sandpaper on them. Above the belt sanders were two heaps of stones held up by the machinery and below the belt sanders were two sets of scales, one on each side. Underneath Eden's chin was a button that he could only reach if he leaned his head forward and weighed it down that way. The voice continued.

"To survive this test you must activate the pressure sensor before you by pressing your head into the neat space provided. This will trigger the two belt sanders either side of you to turn on and press against your face. They must be held there for ten seconds while the stones that they currently block fall down and fill up the scales below. Once this is done you will be able to go free. If you don't manage to complete this task within sixty seconds the belt sanders will be automatically be pushed into your head, and will remain there indefinitely, until your entire head has been sanded away. It will be a slow and agonizing death, so I suggest you take the short bit of pain necessary to survive. How much skin will you lose to stay alive? Be quick, Eden."

The timer on the wall in front of Eden activated suddenly and it began its countdown from one minute.

0:59, 0:58, 0:57...

"Oh, shit!"

This was brutal. Perhaps too brutal to be doable. Eden took in a deep breath and rested his head on the button. The belt sanders revved into life and came towards him, making space for the rocks to fall down onto the scales. The spinning sandpaper touched his face and began to grind off his skin, revealing the red muscle beneath. Eden wasn't keeping count of how long he had been taking this beating but it must not have been long enough because when he awkwardly wrenched his face back up the timer kept on counting before his eyes.

0:41.

"Oh, fuck! This isn't fair!" Eden shouted out, but it was a waste of breath as he was completely alone.

He continued to bleed extensively from where the skin, and flesh too, had started to be worn away from the bones.

It wasn't until there were just 20 seconds left that Eden found the strength and courage to have another try. He once again leaned into the button and allowed the pain to come. But it was too much. It was so painful that Eden just died from the excruciation. He lay there, with his dead head on the button, slowly being sanded away by the machine. A big pool of blood forming on the ground.

Bloody hell, that's painful, isn't it? The next chapter will return to the story where part 3 left off. That'll be up soon.