Severe
Disclaimer : Do not own Saw, it's concept or characters, nor am I associated with it!
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What you don't want to wake up to . . .
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The smell had awoken me.
It was overpowering, the rotted metallic scent painfully nauseating. One of my eyes opened slightly, while I struggled to pry open the other. I wasn't aware of my hands until I felt my fingers brush against the right side of my face, and the reality of the situation only hit me when I pulled away, revealing their bloodied tips. I tried to speak, but my throat stung, only managing a weak rasp.
I was unable to turn my neck to the side, giving me little view of the grounds of my confinement. A pale glow illuminated the floor, giving my mind the proof of some type of lighting. The cold surface I was laying upon was smooth, save for several grooves… Tiles. I was laying upon a tiled floor. It was freezing, must be since I can't feel my left foot.
I manage to open both of my eyes, my right eye was seeing blood, my left barely seeing at all. I once again tried to look behind me, but the shooting pains in my neck refused to let me. I felt my left leg begin to throb, and I could do nothing to turn around and stop it.
So I just laid there, looking straight ahead at what seemed to be another wall… It was too difficult to focus for more than a few seconds. I needed air. All I could smell was blood and sweat.. . and something else, it seemed to suffocate me. Putting my hands underneath my chest I made an attempt to push my body up, but they slipped on something and with a sharp crack my head hit the floor. Dazed, I tried to see what I had slipped on… a puddle. I was laying in it, wet cold and sickening. My own fucking vomit… how long have I been here?
I gritted my teeth and cried out, tearing apart my vocal cords. In the dim light I could make out a large envelope next to a box, just a mere foot away from me, on my left. Reaching out with my bloody, bile stained hands, I grabbed it feebly and dragged it closer. Resting my chin against my shoulder I opened the envelope and turned it over…. spilling some of the contents .
A tape recorder and a tape with a label. I look closer, bite my lip trying to focus… it says my name…
This couldn't be happening. How did he find me? I can feel my breaths quicken, my body shivering with trepidation. The box… what was in the box? I reach out once more, my fingertips barely grazing the side of it. I stretched my arm, feeling the muscle tighten as it almost came out of its socket… I desperately bring my outstretched hand down, causing the box to tip over. I hear the impact of something hitting the tile floor. . . . And I try to focus. The pain, the blood. . . I was losing it…. So I raise my eyes and stare at the content of the box.
A bloody severed foot. My right eye begins to twitch as my stomach lurches. . . The temperature of the room wasn't why I couldn't feel my foot. ..
It was because I didn't fucking have one. . . . I shut my eyes… this couldn't be.. No this is insane. All I can do is reach for the tape, and play it. His voice brings tears to my eyes… I try to listen….
He says he want to play a game. . .
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The End
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A/N : I love this movie! Eh, I'm sick I know XD