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An officer stepped over a broken, rotted, wooden board as he made his way to the center of the room. Christine lay in the center, a shackle around her neck and a large, bloody gap on her abdomen. Her skin was charred and the blood surrounding her was dry and added an extra foul stench to the mold that was already climbing up the walls of the room.
"This is disgusting," Special Agent Shaan Primo said as he crouched down to look at the wound in her stomach. "Jigsaw's a sicko. There's nothing I hate more than a murderer."
"He gives everyone a chance. They can save themselves," said an officer examining the recorder that lay on the floor. He turned around to face Shaan and simply shrugged his shoulders.
"It's murder. Cruel, sick, unjustified murder. I can't blame Detective Kevin for wanting to put him away so badly," Agent Primo said as he stood up straight.
"Hey," the officer said as he showed the recorder to Shaan. "There's still a working cassette in here."
The agent came forward, saying, "Let me see." The officer obeyed and handed Agent Primo the recorder and he quickly pressed play.
"Hello Christine," came the warped voice of Alison from the recorder. "You don't know me, but I know you. In fact…you might say I walked a mile in your shoes…"
"Who the hell is this?" Shaan asked as he looked over to other officers who stopped examining the crime scene and paid attention to the recorder.
"…You've skipped out on crucial assignments that led to the death of your fellow SWAT teammates. And now, two more have died because of your…'fun'."
"The two dead SWAT agents…" the officer muttered. "This girl said she walked a mile in Christine's shoes. She was the third missing SWAT agent. This…Jigsaw woman disguised herself as an agent. Right?"
Primo kept silent as he continued to listen to the recorder.
"…So your identity was stolen for that day and eventually I ended up in your outfit, leading your friends Detective Kevin and Paula into my trap. You are the one responsible for what happened. You betrayed them once again. While they may be alive, they are currently in the agony of Jigsaw's trap."
The whole room stayed quiet, listening as the tape went on to explain the rules of Christine's game.
"They're still alive. They're still alive," Agent Primo said as the recorder ended with a click. "Jigsaw has another game going. Paula and Kevin...they are both in it I bet. We need to find out their location, and fast."
"This might not even be Jigsaw, Shaan," said one of the officers. "This is a girl now. Why would Jigsaw want a girl to set up a game? More importantly, why would, whoever this is, leave the recorder here? We scanned the entire building where Officer Roy was killed. We didn't find one—single—recording. They've all been removed and taken out. Why would Jigsaw let us find the recorder now?"
"But this girl on the recording said she lead Paula and Kevin into a trap. She even mentioned that, 'they're in the agony of Jigsaw's trap.' She knows she's not Jigsaw. Maybe she's working for him. Maybe…she's trying to tell us something. Why would she have said so much on that tape? Just to make Christine feel guilty?" He sighed exasperatedly "No; there's something else going on here. We need to use this tape as much as we can and try to find out where the next game is being held," Agent Primo put the recorder into his pocket and walked away from the dead Christine and the officer who watched the agent head toward the exit of the room.
"It won't be that easy, Shaan. I doubt Jigsaw and his accomplice are going to willingly give us the information we desire."
"Aaaah—aaaah!!" came the odd screaming sound from a man who stood with his feet chained to the floor and his arms spread out wide. Shackles wrapped around his wrist and kept his arms up into the air. A small cuff was tightly placed around his tongue along with a small white string that extended from it and to some odd mechanical device.
Not that it mattered. The room was pitch dark and the man couldn't see a thing. He could feel, however, a single piece of barbed wire that pushed against his abdomen and continued on going to the wall behind him. The man could also feel another single piece of barbed wire that pushed against his back, just underneath his armpits. This barbed wire also continued on going to the wall in front of him.
"Ahah! Helaaagh!" the man was unable to speak correctly, for sharp, steel, objects were placed onto his teeth. Every time he went to close his mouth, he would end up cutting himself.
He suddenly noticed the feeling of something in his hands. It was cold, rectangular shaped, and had a row of…buttons. The man pressed his thumb down on the closest button and a recording began to play. "Hello Kenneth," came the voice of Alison, once again. "I want to play a game."
Kenneth shut his eyes tightly and moved his arms and legs. Although, whenever he moved too much, the barbed wire would cut a little bit more into his skin.
"All your life you've kept yourself shut off from the world, too shy to interact and too afraid to go out and make friends. This pathetic way of living is your own choice, but once you simply ran away from someone in need and ignored your dying mother's request to come back to her house and aid her…you began to harm others. You try to see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. But in doing so, you've closed all connections. Now, let's see if you break out from this unhealthy state."
Kenneth's shoulders began to shake as he began to pull his head back, but the cuff around his tongue prevented him from moving it at all.
"Do you wish to see again? All you need to do is turn the light back on. Do you wish to speak again? The steel plating on your teeth will allow you to saw off your own tongue. Hopefully you'll be a bit more grateful of your ability to speak if you survive. Do you wish to hear again? Cut your tongue off quickly, or else the machine will start up and the only thing you'll be hearing is the barbed wire slicing through your torso. You have twenty seconds, Ken. Live or die; make your choice."
Alison's recording stopped and Ken struggled to free himself from the shackles that bound him to the floor. "Aaaaaah!!" he screamed loudly, as if someone would come and rescue him.
But no one was around to hear him scream.
"Okay, okay!" he shouted as tears rolled down his eyes. Every time he spoke the metal on his teeth cut into his tongue even more.
"Aaaah!" Ken shrieked as he pressed his teeth against his tongue. The steel points dug in just barely into his tongue. He had a lot of work to do in ten seconds.
He moved his teeth left to right, right to left, pushed down and grinded. Blood was filling in Ken's mouth but he spared no cries of pain to let it emerge. Some blood trickled down from the tip of the tongue, which stuck out from his mouth. The small, metal, cuff wrapped around his tongue pulled it out far and would not let Ken reel it back in.
The pain was almost unbearable, and the awful taste that came with it was just as terrible. Ken found himself almost gagging on blood; it was filling his mouth so quickly. He wished he could scrape off his taste buds.
The tongue was hanging by just a little bit. Ken was about to make another cut when a horrific grinding sound came to his ears. The machine had turned on and the barbed wire began to move.
It was slow but its speed was increasing. The barbed wire cut into Ken's stomach and against his upper torso. The two barbed wires worked to cut Ken deeply.
"Aaaaaah!!" he screamed as bit down hard and the front portion of his tongue came off. The cuff clung onto it as the piece of tongue dangling several inches from the floor.
But the machine didn't turn off. It was too late.
"Nooo!!" he cried again as all the blood that was storing in his mouth came running down his jaw. Ken coughed and gagged as the machine picked up speed.
Bits of skin tore off as the wire submerged itself in Ken's stomach. Blood ran down his waist as more sprayed into the air.
"Stooooop!! I did what you asked!!" Ken yelled as the machine's speed furthered. The wire cutting his back sliced through muscle and began to nick his shoulder bones.
Ken bit his bloody lip and the metal dug into it. Green, syrupy liquid suddenly burst forward from his abdomen. Blood ran down with quicker intensity as Ken shook violently. He let his head rest back as he silently choked on his blood.
After a few more moments of cutting, the machine slowly died down. The crimson liquid continuously flowed down Ken's body and made several small puddles of blood underneath him.
Alison moved aside a dark red curtain as she entered a room. The floor was white and cold and the walls were just the same. Alison looked to Jigsaw, who sat in a chair in front of a set of monitors. However, they were each shut off.
"Ken failed, John," Alison said as she stopped and gripped the curtain behind her.
"That's two for two, Alison," John said as he let the pencil he held in his hand rest on the paper that it drew on. "It doesn't seem like your test subjects are doing very well."
"I gave them every chance, you know. Ken eventually cut his tongue off, but it was too late. The machine had started; he had failed," Alison watched as Jigsaw moved his eyes to meet hers. "I could hardly stand to watch the wire cut away at his stomach though…it reminded me of—" Alison stopped talking and looked down to the tiled floor.
Alison grabbed the saw and began to carve away at a small sack-like organ inside of the opening—Steven's stomach. Syrupy liquid gushed out from the gut as Alison then ripped it apart.
"So what'll you do now?" Alison asked as she moved away from the curtains.
"We continue on with the game. Mister Shaan Primo has something to chew at now that he's found the building where Steven and Roy played their games. He'll be led to Christine and Kenneth as well, hopefully," John explained.
"What if Kenneth survived? Or Christine? Or both of them? What would you do then? What if Officer Kevin or Grace managed to do something you weren't expecting? Something that wasn't planned?"
John chuckled. "You must expect the unexpected. I plan for every possible outcome. Everything." His eyes bore into Allison's. "You need to be ready to encounter things that don't follow what you believe to be the natural order. This is something you need to understand before you can take on my work, Alison." The Jigsaw Killer folded his hands on his desk and looked up at Alison.
"Do you understand?"
To be continued…
