Forward: I do not own Saw or its characters
This is a trap that I created not too long ago. Reviews are appreciated.
A man wakes up. He is chained to a chair at the waist and legs. His neck aches, for it has been cut all the way around, just deep enough to get through the skin, yet shallow enough to cause no damage to any major blood vessels. There is a similar cut extending from the middle of the first cut to his chin. He is bleeding, but his wounds are not life threatening. As he tries to move his hands, he finds that they have been handicapped with metal wrist braces. As he begins to turn his head to examine his predicament, his neck stings painfully. Whoever had put him here had pierced the skin that was now loose at the bottom of his neck with 10 large fishing needles. The needles are strung with fishing line that had been braided the extent that the line was about a centimeter thick. They travel upward to the ceiling, and rest on top of a pipe, where it proceeds down to his arms, which are currently alsosuspended with a support line. The support lines are thinner, each just a single strand. Five of the larger lines were looped and knotted around one arm; the other five around the other arm. The circulation to his hands is slowly being cut off. He could hear ticking somewhere in the room. All of a sudden, the TV next to him comes to life. A doll appears on the screen. He begins to talk in a sinister, raspy voice.
"Hello Curt. I have noticed that to everyone you know, you act as though you are completely different from whom you really are. You constantly lie about both your personal and social lives. Some would say that you've been wearing a mask. I say it's time to take it off. As you already know, your arms are attached to the wounds in your neck by way of fishhooks and lines. In order to clip the lines, you must obtain the wire cutters in front of you."
Curt looks ahead of him and sees a pair of wire cutters, sitting on a crate. The doll continues.
"But be aware; the closer you get to reaching the cutters, the more the skin on your neck will be pulled from your flesh. You'd better hurry up; your hands are no doubt becoming numb. If you do not cut the lines and free yourself, this room will become your tomb. Live or die; make your choice."
The TV now portrays a blank screen. Up above, the timer goes off, and the support lines keeping Curt's arms suspended are cut. He lets his arms fall, and the skin of his neck is pulled upward to the middle of his neck before he stops his arms. He cries out because his neck is now of fire from the pain, and his torn skin begins to bleed. He sits, panicked, as he quickly realizes what has become of him. He can see the cutters just ahead of him.
He takes a deep breath, and plunges his right hand forward to grab the cutters. He screams in agony as the skin on the right side of his face is torn and lifted just about the cheek. He crabs the cutters and strenuously cuts the five lines attached to his left arm, pulling the skin up to his brow on the reach. He continues to cry in pain as he is cutting the lines. He begins to bleed more profusely. Finally, his left arm falls, finally free of the lines. Curt begins to lose his grip on the cutters, for his right arm from the elbow down is now completely numb. He barely catches the cutters with his left hand. He panics as his right arm becomes too heavy to keep elevated, and the skin on the right side of his face is torn to his hairline before he frees his right arm. His right arm falls to his lap, and his skin falls back into place. He cries in pain as he drops the cutters and grasps his face with his left hand.
Curt then removes the right wristband with his left hand, and removes the left with his mouth. From within each wrist band falls a key. He keeps the keys in his lap as searches for the locks to the chains as he continues to still cry and moad in pain. He finds the lock to the chain on his waist directly behind the back of the chair. Curt sighs in relief as he is once again able to feel tingling in his right arm as it wakes up. He sees the lock to the chain of his feet between the front legs of the chair. He takes a key, and unlocks this chain while waiting to regain full use of his right arm.
When he is able to move his right arm, Curt takes the remaining key and unlocks the chain binding his waist. He slowly rises from the chair, relieved. Grasping the right side of his face, he slowly walks to the door at the other end of the room and opens it with no problem. He is met by the doll that he had seen on the TV. It begins to speak again.
"Congratulations, you are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you; not anymore."
