'Hello Stuart…' I woke up, shocked by the sudden noise from the old CRT television in front of me. On the screen, I saw a small puppet with red spirals on his cheeks. I was too preoccupied with what he was saying to notice that I was strapped from the waist down to a 750,000v electric chair. 'For years, you have privileged from over people's misfortune. Stealing money they thought was for a good cause, and spending it on your own selfish desires.' I wondered for a moment what this strange, monotone voiced puppet was talking about, and that it hit me. I remembered that for the past four years I had been living on money that I had collected from people, who I had drawn into believe that the money would go towards buying children new toys in underprivileged countries. But the money had gone straight to me, for my own selfish desires. 'Now is the time when you can make a change. In front of you are a pair of scissors. You have two minutes to take the small key out of your right hand's little finger, and deactivate the magnetic lock strapped to your waist.' I then realised what I was up against. I'd heard about the Jigsaw killings on the news, but I thought it was all a hoax, and I was being punished for my own selfish tricks. I turned my head quickly, and notice an old analog timer counting down from two minutes. It occurred to me that this REALLY wasn't a joke, so I grabbed hold of the scissors in front of me, and put them into my left hand. I squeezed on the handle of the pair of scissors, but I couldn't gain the courage to cut off my finger. Realising I had no other choice, or I'd die, I took a long, deep breath, placed the scissors firmly back onto the right finger of my dominant hand, and squeezed as hard as I could. Blood shot from the finger. So much pain ran through me that I couldn't gain the strength to scream. I had to just keep cutting. The steel finally hit my bone, but I couldn't get the blade to cut through, so I grabbed hold of the hanging piece of flesh and pulled as hard as I could. At this point, a puddle of blood was forming on the wooden table in front of me in which the scissors once lay, but I was too busy to notice. My hands covered in blood, I finally managed to pull off the last remaining piece of flesh left on reeled piece of bloodstained bone that was once inside my finger. I started cutting away carelessly at the finger, trying not to get any of it on the floor. Then, a small piece of metal fell onto the wooden table — the key! I looked over quickly at the timer. I had only a few seconds remaining. I reached my hand out and firmly hold of the key, and momentarily inserted it into the lock on my waist. I turned the key so hard, I was surprised the key didn't snap from pressure. A click then occurred, signalling that the belt had been unlocked, and that I should get the fuck out of that chair. I pulled it off, and leapt to the floor. I turned my head, as the analog alarm suddenly let of a high pitched ringing sound. The chair I was sat on, now covered in my blood, was rattling and buzzing. Sparks flew from the power cords behind. A few moments later, it was back to normal. I reluctantly stood up, just wanting to pass out from the pain. But I couldn't… I looked at the seat, at the alarm, and the scissors, and the television, and realised something. I wasn't just another Jigsaw victim. I hadn't been brutally punished from my actions for society. Because, unlike most others before me… I had survived.