Author's Note: This takes place after Saw 3D.
Warning: There is content in here that could be considered as disturbing and triggering.
Jesse Anderson's eyelids fluttered open. It was dark. Her head hurt, and her tongue felt thick in her own mouth. She realized she was laying on a hard, tile floor like a bathroom. Had she passed out? She couldn't have. She didn't feel the typical signs that she was about to faint. She tried to remember what happened to her before she lost consciousness, but her memory was still hazy.
As she got her bearings, she realized that there was something heavy on her forearms. She looked down on them, but she couldn't see anything because it was so dark. Whatever it was, it was causing something to press against the artery in her wrist. She sat up slowly to prevent the blood from rushing to her head. She didn't want to pass out again since she felt dizzy. However, she let out a gasp when pain exploded in both of her upper legs like someone had cut her very deeply.
She felt around her. Her hands came to a tiled wall. Yep, she was definitely in a bathroom. However, was it the bathroom at the hospital or somewhere else? She took a deep breath, and learned that wasn't a good idea. She retched, and vomited. Considering how horrid it smelled in there, this was definitely not a bathroom at the hospital. Bathrooms in the hospital were way more sterilized than this, especially since the scent of blood and human decomposition hung heavy in the air.
"Where am I?" She wondered out loud. She gasped in surprise when she heard a voice respond to her.
"In hell" it had said.
"Who are you?" She called out.
"You're going to find out eventually." The voice, which was male, said dryly. It had a New York accent. Well, at least it sounded that way to her.
"Am I dead?" Another voice asked curiously, which sounded young and female. Jesse rolled her eyes in the dark. Someone dead wouldn't be able to talk.
"No, but you might be soon." The male voice replied coldly.
At that point, the light came on. Jesse closed her eyes against the brightness of the light. She opened them when she heard a young woman scream.
"Do you mind not screaming?" The male voice asked dryly. "It hurts my ears." Jesse turned her head in the direction of the man's voice. She gasped.
The man was chained to a pipe that was close to a grungy bath tub. Not too far from him were the skeletal remains of a man. There were two other corpses lying on the floor, highly decomposed. The man, himself, looked like he lost some weight. His hair was stringy. He had a stumble growing. There were dark circles beneath his eyes, which looked like sunk into his head a bit. He looked like he been here for a while, about a few weeks.
She looked down at herself. She was in her scrubs. There were a spot of blood on each leg above the knee. She winced when she poked the area. However, what shocked her more was what was on her arms.
They could've passed as gauntlets, but they covered her whole entire forearm from wrist to elbow. They felt a tad bit heavy too.
"I know you." The man said to her, distracting her.
She raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"You're a nurse at the hospital."
"How do you know that?"
"I've seen you before." He said impatiently. "Your name is Jesse Anderson. Right?" She closed her eyes, beginning to feel a bit faint. "Right?"
"Right"
"Please don't pass out"
"I'll try hard not to."
"Where are we?" The young woman asked.
Jesse looked at her. The young woman was chained to a pipe on the other side of the bathroom. She was very close to a huge dried pool of blood. She wore skin tight jeans, a short sleeve shirt showing her midriff (which was a bit flabby, but who was she to judge since she had a bit of flab too?), long hoop earrings, and shitload of make up on her face. Jesse wondered if she was some kind of prostitute or something.
"Didn't you hear me the first time?" The man asked dryly. "We are in hell."
"I can see that." The woman snapped back at him. "What I want to know is where we are?" The man's eyebrows drew down as anger crossed his features. Jesse felt like he was about to yell at the young woman when the woman held up her hand to silence him. "Yes, I know we're in a bathroom. However, where in the fuck is this bathroom located in?"
"A house"
"A house" The woman repeated in disbelief.
The man shrugged indifferently. "That's what I said."
"Yeah, right" The woman said angrily. "Do you expect me to accept that we're being kept in an industrialized bathroom in a house?"
Again, the man shrugged. "Yes"
"You are fucking crazy."
"Right back at you"
Jesse held up her hands. "Can we not do this now? We need to think of a way to get out of here."
"I know how to get out of here." The man told me.
"You do?" I asked him, feeling hope rise.
"Of course" He replied dryly. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have said anything. Now, would I?"
Jesse shook her head and got onto her knees. Pain exploded in the area above the knees. She cried out in pain, and rolled on her back. She pressed her hands down on the areas that hurt. She winced when she felt a stinging sensation in those areas.
"What's wrong?" The woman asked her with concern.
"It feels like someone has cut me on the Vastus intermedius."
The woman gave her a weird look. "Can you speak English?"
"She can't help it that you speak fluent twit." The man remarked dryly.
"Fuck you" The young woman shot back.
"It's this muscle." Jesse interrupted, pointing at the middle of her thigh where the cut was.
"Oh, okay"
Jesse slowly sat up, and put the wall to her back. "I don't know which is worse. The cuts on my thighs or these…cuffs, I guess."
"The cuffs look more sinister."
"I smell something." The man announced.
"I wouldn't be surprised." The young woman remarked. "The way you look, I bet you smell horrible."
"You would be too if you've been chained up down here for the last two weeks!" The man shouted.
"You've been here for two weeks?" Jesse said in disbelief. "How the hell have you been staying alive?" A person can survive without food for two to eight weeks and without water for three to four days.
"You don't want to know."
"I'll take your word for it." The young woman said.
However, Jesse already had an unwanted visual of how she could see the man surviving. Either he was getting water from the bath tub he was near, the toilet, or his own urine. She didn't even want to know what he was eating…if he was eating.
She suddenly smelled the scent of biscuits and fried chicken. The man had been right that he had smelled something.
"I can smell food."
"Me too" The young woman said as she stood up. "Oh, I'm so hungry right now. I can eat a horse."
Using the wall behind her as leverage, Jesse gained to her feet. "Where's it coming from?"
The young woman's head turned towards where there was a door that slide open and close. She pointed and shouted "There!"
At that point, the door slid open slightly. The young woman ran to the door screaming for help. She fell flat on her face when the chain attached to the manacle at her ankle tightened. Jesse had cringed when she heard a crunch. When the young woman sat up, blood dripped down from her nose.