Bella's mind was fuzzy as she groaned into consciousness. Her limbs were heavy, but not nearly as heavy as her head and shoulders.
Wait a minute...why was it so hot in here? And what was that slimy feeling on her face...?
Bella bolted upright with a shriek. Her hands scrabbled uselessly at the diver's helmet firmly closed around her head, and she flailed frantically in an attempt to dislodge the leeches crawling along her mouth, nose, and cheeks.
A derelict TV lowered itself from the ceiling, and on it appeared a clown's face with bulging cheekbones and red accents. "Hello, Bella," said the clown. "I want to play a game."
"G-game?" stuttered Bella, transfixed by the manifold terror inspired by her predicament.
"See Edward over there?"
Bella turned her narrow, round window of vision, shuddering as the crawling leeches fell off the glass. In the corner, chained spread-eagle, was Edward. He was nodding into wakefulness, but Bella was more concerned with the massive amount of dried blood on his face and the puckered, black stitches over his eye.
"What did you do to him?" she shouted at the clown on the TV.
"The key to the helmet on your head is behind your boyfriend's eye," continued the clown. "If you don't get it and unlock your helmet in one minute, the helmet will partially fill with water up to your ears. Once that happens, the leeches will have a clear shot at your brain, where they will eat their fill until you finally die an agonized death."
Bella's eyes began to tear. "No, please, no."
"Your time starts now." The TV retracted into the ceiling.
Yeah, I know, a little dark. I've never seen the Saw movies, and for that, I am grateful. I have enough mental scars as it is. :)
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