Trapped

by The living entity of laziness

ever wonder why jigsaw always lets you go after you win a game? because you've played by his rules, so waht happens when Jigsaw becomes a SAW loser. bad joke, i know

4. Chapter 4

Trapped chapter4

Disclaimer: still don't own it.

I wake up in a weird position. My knees are bent like I'm praying but my back is horizontal, I feel a huge pain in my back, and its getting worse.

Shit

Oh shit

This is the shittiest thing ever.

I'm trapped, tricked, going to die, and so fucking pissed of I may rip the rope that is binding my hands together and hang jigsaw with it. Sadly I can't do this right now so I settle for an alternative.

'JIGSAW!!!!!' I screech, trying to squirm, away. The pain shoots through me like a bullet and I feel bone scratch on metal. WHAT'S GOING ON?

'Don't try, it'll get worse' I hear a familiar voice say. I look across the huge concrete room to see Jigsaw, in the exact same position as me. It is then that I see what I am trapped in. two huge metal panels, coated in spikes are sinking into jigsaw's and my back, in front of each of us is a bucket, the bright red vomit glistening like a jelly inside. Right at the bottom is a button, vomit stuck to it like glue.

'What's going on?' I sob, wriggling around.

'It's a trap you dick' he says 'I designed it'

'I know! But I don't know how to get out of this one!'

'I know, it was too gross to watch so we terminated it'

A small tape recorder lowers from somewhere I can't see, coming from it is the sound if violent arguing. One voice is Amanda's, the other's Hoffman. Then there is a loud slap, a sob, and then Hoffman starts.

'Now, you, little Jade. Have been staying with us for a while now, and we have had the courtesy to keep you alive, and how do you repay us? You puke on our lovely floor. Tut. So here's your chance to repay us; simple entertainment. The rules are simple, stick your head in the puke, and press the button. That will turn off the other person's panel, stopping it from turning them into a human shishcobab. The only catch? They have to do the same, and seeing as how you only have 5 minutes to do it, it will prove just how sacrificial you two are.'

Then it explodes in a ball of fire.

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit.

I have finally done it, I have buried myself in such deep bull-crap I am lost forever. I curl up as best as I can in this position, I am a disgrace. I tried, I really did try to stay quiet. I hoped if I did I wouldn't have to do this kind of crap anymore. I'm useless, I let everyone down. Jigsaw, Joey, my family, even myself.

'oh mother of fuck! Get up now you stupid bimbo!' jigsaw suddenly yells. I look up to see his face halfway down the bucket, he's seriously digging! The god knows how old puke coats his face, hair, and is even in his mouth.

'what are you doing?!?' I yell, the spikes are digging into him. Blood drips onto the ground, he looks up, his face filled with anger, and pants.

'they, are, NOT, going, to, win! Get, digging!'

without thought I plunge my head into the bucket and feel the vomit swallow me up, I open one eye and see that despite what I saw, the button is sliding around, witch will make it difficult to press. I have to go slowly. I shut my eye, and slip my body out best as I can, and ease my head deeper into the bucket, the vomit gets everywhere, hair, nose, mouth. It feels like a lifetime, but all the while all I'm thinking is how its MY fault.

It IS my fault

I smoked the crack

I refused to play fair

I got jigsaw into this

It's MY fault we both might die.

My nose touches the button, with one last push I hear a loud click, and a shout. Wrenching my head out I look up to see jigsaw squirming out from under the panel. His back is bleeding, and so is everything else and his head is coated in vomit, but he's SAFE. This is the noblest I've ever felt.

Until I realise my OWN spikes.

The pain is unbelievable, I already know I'll never walk again even if I DO survive this.

'JIGSAW!!!' I scream

'don't worry kid, I'll get you out of there and patch you up myself' and with that, he picks up his bucket, plunges his hand in and presses the button.

3 large clicks, the panel lifts up, and I feel a huge relief wash over me. I look up at Jigsaw, tears in my eyes, but he isn't smiling. His face is a mix of fear and fury.

'Jigsaw?'

'MOVE!' he suddenly screams

but its too late.

3 more clicks

and the spikes come down with an almighty force.

The last thing I see in my life, is Jigsaw's anguished face.

I'm dead.

I know I am.

One more chapter!