Chapter 28
Amanda and Mark were driving to the police station. This was Amanda fourth day of going and she was already sick of it. It was pretty boring, not much new evidence. She felt weird trying to help catch the Jigsaw killer. But today they had gotten a call about noon. They found another victim. Amanda was worried. She hoped she didn't know this one.
They got to some building and went in. They found Erickson.
"Victim's name is Tamarah Reinhardt. Age 26. Recovering alcoholic." Erickson informed them. "It seems she wasn't able to escape her trap." Mark and Amanda walked into the room to see a woman strapped to a chair. Two chains hung in front of her face.
"This was one of those, 'die slow and painful or quick and painless' traps." Erickson said. Amanda walked around the woman and looked at the back of the chair.
"Mark," She said as she knelt down behind the chair. "There's something carved into here." Mark knelt down next to her. Into the wooden chair it read something.
"Don't underestimate me." Amanda read.
"Huh?" Mark asked, looking at her. She pointed a the chair.
"It says, 'Don't underestimate me'. There's something after that, but I can't make it out." Amanda said. She brushed her hand over the writing. Her face froze.
"What?" He asked. She shook her head.
"Nothing." She stood up and crossed her arms.
"Manda? What is it?" Mark asked. She shook her head.
"Later" She mouthed to him. He nodded in understanding. Erickson came over and looked at the chair.
"Hmm." Was all he said. Amanda and Mark looked around for more clues. Amanda picked up a tape recorder off of the table. She pressed play.
"Hello, Tamarah." The eerie voice said. "For years you've been an alcoholic. You've tried to stop multiple times, but failed. What makes you think that you can stop now? I think that you are unworthy of the life you have." Amanda breathed unevenly and her hand shook.
It's not him. She told herself. John's dead. John is dead. I saw him die. It's not him!
"You have a choice, Tamarah." The voice continued. "One of the chains in front of you will kill you slowly. One of them will kill you quickly. You have only ten minutes before the poisonous gas inside completely dissolves your stomach."
It's not him. It's not him! Amanda screamed at herself.
"It is your choice, Tamarah. Let the game begin." The tape stopped. Amanda fell to her knees and stared at the tape. A tear rolled down her cheek. Mark came over and helped her off the ground she hugged him.
"Are you okay, Mandy?" Erickson asked. Amanda nodded. She pulled away from Mark and wiped her eyes. She handed Erickson the tape recorder.
"Common, Manda." Mark said. He led her out of the room. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded.
"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting that. It won't happen again." Amanda said, she tried to walk around him but he blocked her.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked. She smiled and kissed him.
"Perfectly fine."
