CHAPTER 4

Now turning toward the three struggling, sweating, straining to speak contestants, Jigsaw proceeded to forcefully yank out the ball-gag from Nikki's mouth.

"No, please, stop," Nikki cried and pleaded. "You don't have to do this. I'll stop using. I'll stop. I swear I will. Please. Please."

"I'm sorry, my dear," the devious designer of death-dealing devices that had been much more ingeniously complex than currently incorporated into the three purgatory rigs previously introduced to a TV-viewing public glued to their respective sets in millions of homes across the country. "You had your chances to stop using…as well as being used…far too many times in the recent past. You must now choose. Simply pick one of the cases and my beautiful assistant shall open it. If you are lucky and pick a case with the words 'No Kill' in it…you will be spared and returned to your life of luxury and leisure in order to set right all that you had done wrong. If, however, you pick a case with 'Kill' in it…"

There really was no need to finish the statement as such an agonizing eventuality, should she select poorly, brought forth more tearful pleas from the young red-haired Lady-of-the-Evening.

Pleas which still continued to fall on deaf ears.

"Choose!" snapped a still-wheezing Jigsaw. "Or else I shall kill you just as slowly. By choosing, you have a chance…otherwise…"

"Okay, okay," Nikki panted while sniffling and shivering from the shock of such an impossible situation. "I…I ch-choose…n-number…twelve. I choose twelve. Oh, God, please…please, please, please…"

Gabriel turned the TV camera toward Amanda and the aluminum, numbered, cases even as she smilingly made her way to the one with the number "12" stenciled onto it. Then, playing it up again in the same manner as such pretty "presenters", proceeded in promptly opening it.

Inside it said…

"Kill," said Jigsaw even as the shock of such sent shivers through the red-haired lady who'd so destroyed her life long before tonight, as a flood of fearful tears rolled down mascara streaked cheeks while fully unable to verbalize any final pleas. "I'm sorry, Nikki…you did not choose wisely."

Thumbing one of three control buttons on a small remote suddenly held in a pale-skinned hand…

"Nooooooo—"

Shhhhh-Spluk!

Death gradually followed the agonizing piercing of not only Nikki Cavenaugh's vaginal area, but the majority of her fully laid bare abdominal area as well. Thus allowing not only buckets of blood and uterus material to spill forth, but her entire intestinal tract as well.

A sickening end to a misspent adolescence.

END OF CHAPTER 4