Matelle Bradley
Chapter 1:
The room was small...Uncomfortably small. There were a few dim lightbulbs hanging by strings from the cieling. The room looked to be a very old children's bedroom. There was broken furniture and broken toys scattered everywhere. Unconsious and tied to a chair with a red rope of some kind was a small female child. She opened her eyes and looked around. They became wide with fear.
"W-where am I?" she squealed "M-mommy? Mommy, where are you?" she cried. Her soft, blonde bangs covered half of her face which made it difficult for her bright, blue eyes to view her surroundings. She caught attention of an old television. It flicked on without warning and on the screen, sat a light-skinned but black, female figure, dressed in a tight, leather, red catsuit with long, wavy, red hair, red-blushed cheeks and bright red lipstick. She was a pretty lady thought the innocent child restrained to the chair.
"Your mommy's not here right now...Sarah..." said the female.
"Who are you, lady?" asked the defenseless child. "A-and how do you know my name?" she asked.
"Don't you worry your pretty, blonde head about that..." she said with a voice as sweet as honey but was still intimidating to Sarah. "Say...why don't you flash me a smile."
Sarah, thinking if she smiled for the pretty lady, she would be released, smiled revealing a terrible set of yellow, children teeth, binded with poorly-cared for braces.
"Yuck..." said the lady on the TV, disgusted.
"Who are you?" cried Sarah, her huge eyes welling with tears.
"I...am Matelle and I wanna play a game with you, kid." She said with her sweet but sinister voice. The child's eyes lit up. "But it's not gonna be fun."
The child's eyes became wide and full of fear once again.
"Ya see, I've been watchin' ya, kid...You seem to love candy..." she said. "In fact, you loved it so much, you would refuse to eat nothing BUT candy! When you ate all of that candy, you got many, many cavities...am I right, kid?" she asked.
Sarah looked down and nodded.
"Mmm-hmm...Even when you're parents toiled mercilessly at their jobs to pay for your fillings and asked you repeatedly, and nicely to stop consuming so much candy, you didn't care. You still snuck candy between meals, not even brushing your teeth afterwards, and this lead to getting braces for you!"
Sarah hung her head even lower. She felt steaming tears coming to her eyes.
"Do you have any idea how much braces cost, kid?" Matelle shouted, frightening the child.
Sarah with her head still hung down, shook it a little to indicate a 'no'.
"Well now you are gonna pay..." Matelle said coyly, twirling her silky crimson hair in between her fingers. "If you haven't noticed, you are trapped down here and there's no way out."
Sarah looked up in horror.
"EXCEPT, the key I've hidden somewhere in this room. All ya gotta do is find it, and you'll be off scott-free."
"A-a-and if I...don't?" she said, sobbing.
"Ah, don't worry. I'm not gonna trap you down here forever. BUT, I am gonna pay you a special dentist appointment." Matelle leaned into the camera. She took out a pair of pliers. "I..am...gonna...rip...out...most of your teeth. Without anesthetic, kid."
Sarah stared wide-eyed and sobbed even louder. She writhed and wiggled in the chair.
"So, you can either find the key and leave...Or...Don't find the key and leave with missing teeth and a very, very sore mouth. I'll give you a clue as to the whearabouts of the key, though."
Sarah's ears perked up and she sat up attentively.
"All ya gotta do is find the stash I hid the key in. When you find it, just...do what you did to be here in the first place."
"You mean...eat candy?" Sarash asked. A little smile crept up on her face.
"Um...yep. That's basically it. But there is a catch. Why don't you take a bite of that rope I tied you to the chair with." she smiled evilly.
Sarah blinked at the television screen. She wiggled in the chair until a piece of the rope was close to her mouth. 'Smells yummy...' she thought as she bit a big chunk of the rope. She smiled happily while chewing the rope until she instantly spit it out.
"Pffffft!" she spat as the chewed-up, red glob landed on the ground in front of her. She frantically shook her head from side to side as she felt a very unpleasant sensation in her mouth. She whined.
"Ha! Told you there was a catch. That rope is made of cherry licorice, which I discovered you are very, very, allergic to."
Sarah's eyes filled with tears again as the allergy worked through the inside and outside of her mouth and the back of her throat.
"Yep. You have to eat that cherry licorice rope to free yourself from the chair. And you're gonna be really pissed when you find the stash I hid the key in, kid. Good luck. You have 30 minutes." Matelle cackled. "Betcha' wish you would've brushed your teeth!"
The television screen flicked off then flicked on again, revealing a digital timer that was counting down from 30 minutes.
To Be Continued
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Whaddaya think? Sick, huh? I thought I'd try something different but still a "saw" fic. Therefore, Mattelle Bradley (like the board game brand) is going around torturing kids (hopefully not killing them) and young tweens, hoping they'll appreciate not only life, but the more insignifigant things in life that children take advantage of more than anybody. Of course, the challenges won't be as painful, difficult, or sick as "Jigsaw's" games but will still serve the same purpose.