Jigsaw was still looking at him. He didn't say anything, and neither did Adam.
Jigsaw looked Adam deep in his eyes, but Adam quickly turned his gaze to the ground, because he had the feeling he couldn't hide his deepest feelings for Jigsaw anymore. He felt completely naked to him.
"Look at me!" Jigsaw commanded.
Adam didn't want to, but he had to obey. He had to, hid body forced him! His mind had no saying in the matter anymore.
"You're going to be here for a while, I think, Adam."
Adam lowered his gaze again, he didn't want Jigsaw to see that his fear kept growing.
"W-why?"
Damn it, couldn't he even pretend to be in control?
"That sounded damn weak, Adam," the sadistic voice in his head said. "Remember what you said before? You said that you were strong!"
"I am strong," Adam answered the voice.
"Then prove it!"
Adam looked up again, right into Jigsaw's eyes.
He would scream into his face! He would!
"I'm not afraid of you! You can't do anything to me anymore! And I hate you!"
Jigsaw didn't seem to hear him. He slowly looked up, like Adam had kindly asked him to do so.
"Was that really necessary, Adam? Does it solve anything?"
Adam didn't answer, and he was not planning to answer Jigsaw ever again. Jigsaw sighed deeply and took a key out of his pocket.
Now, Adam had to look up. He slowly lifted his head and looked into Jigsaw's eyes, begging.
"Now, give me one good reason to why I should give you this key to free your arms and legs, Adam."
Now, Adam had to forget the promise he'd given himself.
"Because… Because I don't deserve this."
Adam looked hopefully at Jigsaw.
"Why don't you deserve this, Adam?"
Adam stopped hoping, he didn't have an answer to this, so he just looked at the ground and shut up.
"Why don't you deserve this, Adam?" Jigsaw repeated, a little firmer this time.
"I don't know," Adam said so desperately quiet.
"What did you say?" Jigsaw asked.
"I don't know," Adam said, loud enough this time.
Jigsaw seemed to think for a minute before he decided what to do next.
"Well then, Adam, I'll be sweet this time. But I want you to have better answers next time, okay?"
Adam's eyes were still fixed on the ground, like he wanted to study every single centimeter of it.
"Fuck you."
Again, in that desperate, quiet tone.
"What was that?"
Anger in Jigsaw's voice.
Adam remembered the fear, and quickly added:
"Yes, I'm sorry."
Jigsaw nodded and took the key.
A few seconds later, Adam was free.
Well, free in the prison cell Jigsaw had locked him in.