Disclaimer: I do not own the Saw franchise.
Author's Note: A bit of fluff in this chapter, enjoy :]

Constructive Criticism Encouraged.

Konsantine glanced up at her boyfriend of almost a year and smiled. She kissed his chest and heard him emit a low groan. She smiled, "Baby, baby wake up." She saw the corners of his lips curl up into a smile.

She groaned, "We can't have sex if you don't wake up."

"Sex?" He questioned, perking up almost instantly.

"Yes," She murmured against his chest, "But only if you wake up."

She saw him smile again, "So what's on the agenda again?"

She looked out the slightly open window at the inches of white fluffy snow already on the ground as more snow began to fall. "I think we should both cancel our sad excuses of jobs, and spend all day in bed, making love."

"We have to eat sometime," He reminded her.

At this point, he was in love with her, and she with him. Though his love would wane and grow sporadically, hers would be steady and she would remain the best thing, the brightness in his thunderstorm if you will, for the rest of his days with her.

"And pee and, you know, shower eventually."

"Shower together, though," He replied softly.

She kissed his chest again, "Of course together. It saves water."

He had brought about changes in her, changes that everyone could see. She was no longer going home with strangers from the bar, and she wasn't nearly as angry anymore. She was softer now, and her physical beauty was now a great reflection of the inner beauty she now possessed because of him.

"Kons?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you baby."

"I love you too, Adam."

Konstantine sighed, wiping a tear from her face as the memories flooded her brain. The woman behind her, Annabel Lee she called herself, was singing I Am The Walrus by the Beatles.

"The joker laughs at you..." She sang, badly.
Kons huffed, "So you're no better at singing than you are at bass?"

"Blow me, bitch."

"I could still kill you," She replied, half-heartedly, as they continued down the hall as pictures, once again, began to appear dangling from the ceiling by clear fishing line. She pulled one down and examined it, seeing herself in those nude photos from so long ago.

"What are you? Some kind of porn star?"

"No," She shook her head, "When I was younger, stupider, I was dating a photographer. He said I had a beautiful, unique body, and that he'd like to photograph me for his own personal collection. I agreed, but a few days later my friend called me, freaking out. I signed online and went to the website she told me. I was less than amused to see my naked body for the entire world to see for $19.99. Needless to say I sued him for personal damages, and well, that's how I got out of the south side."

"Huh, I always thought you were just another a prissy uptight bitch."

"Shouldn't judge a book by its cover," Konstantine replied.

As they continued more pictures hung from more fishing line - pictures of her family, friends, boyfriends, and Adam were all included. On the floor before yet another door were the words, 'FACE YOUR DEMONS'. Konstantine sighed. Who or what was awaiting her this time? Maybe it was her asshole ex-boyfriend. Maybe it was Adam. Or maybe, she feared, it was her father.

She doubted Jigsaw really could have tracked the ex-FBI agent turned abusive drug addict down, but she also knew that he had his ways. He had known about the police chief incident, after all, and what else about her life had he already kept tabs on? Years of her life that she had wanted to forget were coming back now.

Her father and she had not had the best relationship. He had hit her more than once, and when she was fifteen she got fed up. She left him to his own devices and lived on the streets or in shelters until she looked old enough to lie and tell people she was eighteen. That was when she started working the bars. At first, it was just for a place to stay and then she wanted more. It was when she started wanted more that she started getting into trouble. By the time she was eighteen, however, she had cleaned up her act a bit. She found a place to stay, with a friend, and got a job. She rarely ever thought about her father or mother.

And now that she was, she desperately wished she wasn't. She stared at the door "knowing" that she had to open it to see someone from her past, but she wasn't really prepared for who it might or might not be. She sighed heavily before finally getting up the courage to push open the heavy door.