I'll be the first to say that now I'm okay. And for the first time I've opened up my eyes. This was my worst love, you'll be the first to go. And when she leaves you for dead, you'll be the last to know.
Water dripped from the pipes above her head onto her unconscious and slowly waking body, rats squeaked as they scurried frantically across the ground, and a single roach crawled across her back as it hurried to the wall behind her. She groaned as she slowly started to regain consciousness, hands sliding across the floor in puddles of water. Her eyes opened slowly, her face still pressed to the floor in a puddle of the rustiest water mankind could have seen. She coughed as it got into her mouth, sliding her hands underneath of her body and painfully pushed herself into a sitting position. As she did so she noted the clinking of chains as she moved and felt a strange pressure against her neck. Reaching up, fingers brushed against cold metal clamped around her neck before trailing down to a lock. She was still a bit delirious but more then aware of the fact that there was some kind of collar around her neck not to mention the cuffs clamped around her wrists. Sitting back against the wall, she tilted her head back and placed her hands over her face, sliding them down slowly to stare at the one light swinging in the room above her head, blinking and buzzing before it popped. The loud pop caused her to squeak and startle, covering her head as the glass from the shattered bulb fell onto her head. Moving her hands away, she couldn't mistake the sound of the buzzing as fluorescent lights popped on, above a TV sitting in the corner. "Oh shit…no no no…" she put her face in her hands and bit back to the tears - she only had herself to thank for this moment. Normally someone finding themselves in another one of Jigsaw's traps would more then likely search for the solutions right away, but instead she hung her head, not even having the heart to want to value her own life and live through this.
The TV flashed on, her head slowly rose to stare at the face of Billy once again. "I do not feel it necessary to explain to you why you're here Michelle. In fact you should know that due to your inability to value your life you are here. I am giving you a second chance to prove to me that you value your life however your suicidal desire is more then likely taking over at this juncture. Be assured, I have made sure that it's not that easy to give up and remove yourself permanently from this situation. Each one of the restraints on your wrists and around your neck have their own key. Before you are three boxes containing the keys necessary to unlock them. In each box is a different obstacle of your own obsessions to overcome: the drugs you did to drown out your life, razorwire symbolic of your cutting yourself till you almost bled to death, and acid symbolizing your volatile behavior, burning those that wish to hold you close." Spot lights illuminated each box and she felt her stomach churn but still there was little response from her - it was like she resolved herself to own death. "In front of you are 6 hand guns, each with one bullet in the chamber. They are attached to wheel that will spin throughout the game, randomly firing off each gun. Behind you the chains that bind you are attached to gears that will pull the chains in as each gun fires, leaving you helpless to take a bullet. The shotgun in the middle will fire at the end of the timer, subsequently giving you what you wanted so desperately. Will you gather the keys in time to prevent yourself from dying or will you allow yourself to simply suffer through your own death? Stabbing yourself was so much easier, wasn't it? Now I give you the choice…live for me or die for yourself." As the TV buzzed off she could suddenly feel the hysterics taking over - she was going to get shot repeatedly and eventually execution style; did she really want to suffer like that? She dropped her head into her hands and screamed before looking up at the camera in the corner of the room and although she knew he didn't hear her, she just wanted to speak her mind "FUCK YOU!! I don't want to die like this! Do you hear me?!"
The buzzing of the clock startled her and she turned quickly to see she only had 10 minutes to get herself out of this trap. She turned her attention back to the boxes in the middle of the room, noting that the keys in the acid were more then likely deteriorating and would have to be retrieved first. The wheel the guns were on clicked to life and started to spin, slowly, meticulously and she flinched before she quickly and very painfully pushed herself to a stand and started to rush towards the box of acid. Her stomach twisted in knots as the pain from her stab wounds seeped into her consciousness and she collapsed in the middle of the room briefly before quickly getting up. Stumbling over to the box of acid, she closed her eyes and plunged her hand into the acid, screaming as it burned her skin, her fingers aching and having trouble clenching around the key sitting in the bottom. She finally managed to grab it, yanking her hand out and fell to the floor, clutching her hand close to her chest and rocking back and forth as she screamed. She had dropped the key in the process and reached down to grab it before she heard a click from the pulley on the chains behind the wall kick into operation. She tried to grab the key but flailed as she was violently yanked back against the wall, slamming into it and wincing. Her eyes opened in enough time to hear the sound of a gun firing before she felt a shark pain in her shoulder. She screamed and threw her head back, reaching up and grabbing her shoulder, collapsing to the floor as the chains released. She dropped her head and just sat there, tears hitting the floor in unison with the blood seeping between her fingers from the wound in her shoulder. It was agonizingly painful and she could hardly move her arm now. She sat there so long that once again she heard the pulley system kick on, forcing her back to the wall and restraining her as the second gun fired, sending a bullet just above her breast bone. That one took her breath away and she gasped, hitting the floor again as the chains loosened. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!! I'm so fucking sorry!!! I want to LIVE!" she forced herself up quickly and rushed towards the boxes, stumbling along the way but finding a strange strength from the rush of adrenaline. She got to the box of needles and plunged her hand into it, screaming as they dug into her skin before yanking out the key and with shaky hands, tried it in each lock before it unlocked her right wrist. She quickly crawled to the key on the floor in front of the acid box and tried it on her left wrist, unlocking the restraint. On her scramble towards the box of razorwire, the system clicked on and she almost choked as it drug her backwards against the wall. She reached up, clawing at the collar frantically and gasping as the third gun went off, the bullet piercing her left thigh. Screaming like an animal being attacked, she fell to the floor, now finding it even hard to function. One arm didn't want to move without pain, the pain in her stomach was causing her to double over, and now she couldn't walk on one leg without excruciating pain…was she going to die here in this room, like this? She didn't want to die like this, she didn't want to die.
In the other room John watched intently every move of his subject, Amanda beside him as he did so watching herself. She looked over at him as she heard a blood curdling scream come from the young woman down the hallway and saw one single tear run down John Kramer's cheek as he watched the monitor. Everything went quiet shortly afterwards in Jigsaw's lair. The game…was finally over.
