A/N: Just a lil something to wash out the writer's block that has prevented me updating my other fics. Hope you enjoy.

Lawrence gave me the names, requested I took the pictures, told me there was nothing wrong with them, that I just had to observe and report back to him.

I worked for him.

At first, when I didn't realise what I was doing, it was okay. I'd hand the pictures to Lawrence like a child who had completed their homework before anyone else, he would thank me, we'd go out for dinner and discuss who else I needed to photograph.

Then their pictures were plastered over the newspapers. Part of his traps. I helped put these people in them. By doing something so simple.

I worked for him.

I allowed Jigsaw to kill over and over again.

Because I would do anything that Lawrence asked.

Jigsaw owned me without me knowing this.

I'm his.