It would be a couple hours before Hoffman awoke to find himself stuck in a situation he probably never wanted to be in again, so for the time being she settled down with the idea of tying her hair back in a sloppy ponytail and grabbing herself a cup of hot tea. For the time she had she simply sat back in a chair in front of the monitor showing Hoffman passed out in his trap and put her headphones in and sipping her tea. What the hell had she become? She sat here like nothing was wrong, like what she was about to see was nothing, and like the aggressive behavior she started to display was natural. She used the needle on Hoffman and faked her own sleep like it was common place for her to do - something had to give; either she would cope with her existence or continue to question it with John. Two hours passed faster then she imagined they would as she reached over to the iPod laying on the table and unplugged the headphones. It wasn't overly loud but then again no one else was here, so she pressed play and let the music drift out of the small speaker on it as she watched Hoffman stir from his world of darkness into a state of delirium. She leaned forward in her chair, sort of sitting on the edge as she tilted her head and watched intently.
Hoffman's eyes slowly fluttered open, his head lolling from side to side as he tried to regain consciousness. What the fuck happened and how in the world did she dupe him like that? He couldn't understand what was happening until he heard the buzzing of dim lights coming on in the room above his head. Looking up at the lights, he squinted to allow his eyesight to adjust and started to pull, only to find that his arms and legs were restrained. Just like every other victim to Jigsaw's form of "redemption", Hoffman startled and pulled hard, frantically looking at his appendages attached to some rather large gears controlled by what looked like much smaller gears. On top of that he noticed a couple of sharp pieces of metal that looked like they were attached to a spring system with a timer, lined up from his chest all the way down to his ankles. He was in a standing position, strapped down with tight leather straps - oh shit, it was coming back to bite him. As he tried to immediately start to think of ways to get out of this trap, he realized there was absolutely nothing here to provide him instructions on how to escape - John seemed to have a lot of faith in Hoffman's ability to understand his designs well enough to escape them without direction. "FUCK!! YOU LITTLE BITCH I KNOW THIS IS ALL YOU!!!" he was furious, shouting at the top of his lungs at the young woman he knew damn well was more then likely watching him along with John himself - why on earth did John do this and take that little cunt's side? Hoffman had just enough time to note the spikes digging into his wrists, hands, feet, and ankles that attached them to the wheel and how incredibly deep they were; not to mention their close proximity to vital blood flow in his body - they seemed to be so purposefully and intricately placed. Just as he realize his only way out way to slowly pull his hands away and try not to bleed to death and in the process grab the key to the lock on the leather strap that was placed on one of the blades, he heard the click and then grinding of gears starting to turn. He frantically looked to the wheels his wrists and ankles were strapped to and noted they weren't the ones turning - shit, those sharp blades timers were going off. Hoffman was a man who could undergo pain and handle it well enough to triumph no matter how agonizing it was so he started the painful process of getting his right arm loose. Apparently the timers on the blades were short as one of them shot forward, nailing him directly in the shoulder. It cut so deep and hit with such a force that Hoffman grunted before screaming in pain, shuddering as blood started to pool at the cut and stain his white shirt red. The next set of blades clicked and the timer started to count down, Hoffman forcefully ripping his right arm off the spikes with abandon - bad move on his part. He screamed in pain as blood started to pour from the wounds the spikes caused, but continued to wiggle his arm until it slid from the leather strap on the wheel. The next blade on the adjacent side snapped into play, digging into his left shoulder now, cutting deep enough to take out muscle function that Hoffman would have to fight through, blood staining that side of his shirt now. By this juncture Hoffman was foaming at the mouth so-to-speak, panting due to the intensity of the pain. Before he could pull his left art free the gears on the wheel started to turn, twisting Hoffman's limbs painfully. He screamed and struggled to pull his wrist and hand free from the spikes but to his disgust he heard the snap of bones and felt the sharp pain shoot through his arm as it was twisted and broken. "FUUUUUCK!!!" his scream could be heard echoing through the hallways of the building, but no one would come to his aide - this was all his game, he knew the rules, and he disobeyed them the first time around which was one of the most vile of sins to John.
She sat there with her cup of tea in her hands and as she watched Hoffman get mutilated and suffer, her hands started to tremble uncontrollably. She wasn't aware of what they were doing, only the sound of her heart thumping in her head - so loud, so deafening that she could drown out the world like this; and that was what was happening. That trembling of her hands suddenly extended to her body and the cup of hot tea fell from between her fingers onto the concrete floor beneath her, shattering into a million pieces. Oh god, what was she doing?! She was watching a man die and she didn't care…she was…getting some weird sense of satisfaction from this, it was appalling! Sure, she had watched other people suffer and die but she built this, she did what John wanted and she built this horrible device - slaved for weeks over it trying to perfect it, to make it to John's specifications and she actually found it to be a masterpiece. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!" she was speaking to no one particular before she buried her head in her hands, forcefully grabbing handfuls of her own hair and screaming into her hands. Her head shot up in just enough time to distinguish the visual of blood splattering onto the floor beneath Hoffman as he struggled to free himself before the blades sunk into his stomach, before he bled out onto the floor. What the hell had she become? She frantically, panicked looked around the room before standing from her chair, her hand plastered to the table, sliding across it and knocking her iPod into the puddle of tea on the floor. She stumbled, now falling into a fast delusion, quickly becoming delirious and disoriented. Her mind had finally shut down, spinning in circles, her mental stability crumbling into a pile of disarray on the floor beneath her feet. She stumbled down the stairs, the sounds of Hoffman's screams echoing through her ears. She was sobbing uncontrollably and trembling as she stumbled towards the door only to fall into a table. She tried to stop herself but her legs gave way and she began to collapse to the floor, grabbing frantically to try and stop her quick descent. Fingers flailed around as she started to sink to the floor, quickly running over a sharp blade and grabbing it forcefully. She fell to a sit on the floor, sobbing, having trouble breathing, and shaking, her hand falling into her lap with a sharp blade grasped tightly in it. It was digging into her hand but she could hardly feel anything at the moment, unclasping her fingers from around it to watch the blood trickle from the cut in her palm. She held the knife up before herself, twirling it in the light before dropping her head and sobbing into her bloody hand that she brought up to silence herself. Gasping for some sort of precious air since she was crying so hard, she moved her hand away, staring blankly at the floor before looking to the door and back to the knife. She sat up on her knees, tears still running down her cheeks, staining them red and grasped the handle of the knife in both hands. She looked down at the knife, slowly tilting it towards her stomach before dropping her head, her chest erratically rising and falling with her hysterics "…forgive me." With those words to no one present she thrusted the blade towards her stomach, the sharp knife piercing her skin and sinking in deep. The first one caused her to gasp due to the pain, but soon it began to go numb and she felt nothing, hands getting covered in blood as she thrusted it not once more, but three more times into her abdomen. She pulled her left hand away from the handle of the knife and pressed it against her stomach, pulling it away to see it coated in the crimson red that seeped aggressively from the open wounds. Her hands were shaking and she dropped the knife to the floor, falling forward and stopping herself from crashing into the concrete for the time being before her arms buckled and she fell to the floor. Darkness crept into her consciousness and she couldn't help but to feel a sense of release, a brutal scream coming from down the hallway as her eyes fluttered shut…it would only be a few hours before she would bleed to death and never suffer the emotional turmoil of life with Jigsaw ever again.
A few minutes later the front door opened before the sound of footsteps pounded through the lair at a frantic pace and only one word was uttered "NO!"…