Pieces of the Puzzle
A Saw Fan Fiction
RATED M for language, Sexual Violence, Disgusting verbal Imagery, and Horrific Themes
Chapter I
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock"We just had to get a fucking Grandfather clock, huh?" Exclaimed Norton to his wife. Molly sat there ignoring his bitching, for she was used to it by now. The yelling, the fighting, but there was one thing she could never admit to, the abuse. She tried so desperately to hide the scars, the bruises, she tried to cover them up, but there were so many, she couldn't hide all her secrets. Yet he always gets away with it, it was Self Defense! You would hear, THIS BITCH TRIED TO KILL ME! But that was 1 year ago, the scars were healing nicely, and everything seemed peaceful again. Then he started drinking, partying, and the abusement began again. She could never leave him though, she married him, and what would her parents say? Or at least her father, her Parents had the same type of relationship, she remembered growing up, She remembered being confused, why would a daddy hit a mommy? It sticks with you for the rest of your life.
It was 10:30 at night, when Norton told his wife to get in bed. She always did what he was told, for fear of him, Talk about Sleeping with the enemy. Molly closed her eyelids looking for peace, but was knocked awake by Norton's Sexual appetite. He was feeling up her thigh, which meant two things, either he wanted sex or he wanted a beer, or both. She would do neither. She quickly slapped his hand and got out of bed. Norton got up, furious and slapped her in the face. "Listen, Bitch! I'm the man, I'm the master and when I want something I get it, so no little slut is acting against me!" Molly heard enough; she picked up the lamp on her bedside table, like a sword, preparing to thrust into the demon-like snake that her husband had become. "No one tells me what to do," Screamed Molly, "I'm Tired of this shit" She tossed the lamp at her so-called lover's thick head, but with one swift movement, he dodged it, and it shatter against the wall. He picked up a piece of the broken light bulb, and began to cut her and her nightgown. As he held her down, she could feel his hot breath on her body, his sick essence spreading across her warm flesh. A quick punch in the face, and molly went unconscious.
Molly awoke in the laundry room; tied to a chair, duct tape and everything. But why was she naked? No, She thought to herself, He did it again. He was staring at her though the hole in the door. Her blood on his face. He was laughing, that fucker is laughing. He opened up the door, holding that same bit of glass that he used for his maniacal ecstasy. "If you ever disobey me again, ever, then its going to be a lot worse, Your sleeping in here tonight Bitch." He shut the door again, leaving Molly to her tears. As he slept that night, he had no idea he was being watched by a ghostly figure, hiding, in his bathtub. A whisper, Let the Games begin.
Author's Note: I'm not really this sick in real life, I just felt, that I needed hatred towards Norton that everyone could feel. It will be all better when Jigsaw comes. Or is it…Find out…. And please leave opinions, but not flames.