I'm writing this while in a hotel, the hallway is really dark except for the really shitty lights. It makes me feel like I'm in an abandoned insane asylum, and I decided to leave my hotel room for the hallway to write and get inspiration for such a scary themed story.

Sorry for taking a few days. I'm in Maine shopping but I took some time.

Stan, pulling one leg to his chest, letting the other lay outstretched, continued to curse in pain.

"Stan, calm the fuck down. Tell me what's wrong!" Kyle yelled, scared for his friend.

"My leg!" Stan managed to say clearly in a fit of pain.

Stan pulled up his pant leg, rubbing it at the knee. "I think I dislocated it, or pulled it, or something stupid! I was stretching so far, and the chain held it back. Dude this fucking hurts!"

Kyle didn't know whether or not to feel relieved or bad for Stan. Sure, it was an injury that caused him pain. But, considering their situation, it could be a hell of a lot worse. He decided to keep quiet while Stan continued to massage his leg, waiting for him to speak again.

"Okay. It still hurts like a bitch, but I can manage," he said before pulling his pant leg down. "It's a good thing I don't need to walk, anyway."

Kyle let out a sad smile at Stan's attempt at a joke. It was true, but it was also miserable. The boys then started to both saw at the chain keeping them to the pipe. They sawed at the chain, the shackle, the lock, everything. But it didn't do anything.

"God dammit!" Kyle yelled after what seemed like an eternity of silence, other than the sound of saws against metal.

Stan looked over to see why the Jewish boy was so frustrated. He was holding the handle of his saw, but only that. It had broken. In that moment, Stan had an awful, horrible realisation.

This was the work of Jigsaw.

"He wants us to saw off our ankles. Not the chains Kyle, our FUCKING FEET," Stan exclaimed, suddenly much more nervous than before. He didn't want to scare Kyle, but he couldn't keep calm. He realised that if he were to die, he didn't want it to be like this. He at least wanted to die in the place of someone he cared about. And even if he did die in the place of Kyle, it wouldn't be this way. Never like this.

"Jesus fucking Christ. How do you know that?" Kyle seemed to be just as worried.

"There was a report a few weeks ago. Remember, they asked us in for questioning about Cartman's disappearance? How they haven't found him- all of him, at least- but they called all of his friends, including me, in to see if they knew anything?"

"Yeah, I went in, too. I figured he just ran away, for some stupid new business idea. That's what I told the police, too."

"Well, that was before they had found any evidence of what could have happened. Before they knew for sure if it was a kidnapping or a runaway," Stan started to explain.

"Kyle, they found out that it was a kidnapping. Did you read it in the paper?"

"I saw that they had found a place that looked like a possible location, but they didn't find a body," Kyle said. In his mind, he was reassuring himself. They had only found a place that was a possibility. They found no body, nothing. It had nothing to do with where they were now.

"They didn't release the whole story. And I only know about it because Cartman's mom told my mom. But they found chunks of his skin, and his wrist, which was still attached to a hand-cuff sort of thing. There was a saw next to it. Covered in dried blood."

"So you're telling me that whoever put us in here was also behind Cartman's kidnapping last month? Because of the saws? " Kyle asked, confused.

"Yes. They never his entire body, but it's assumed that he's dead. The police just haven't released that because they don't want any wide-spread panic. But whoever did that, and this, apparently tries to push people as far as possible to save themselves- like having to saw their own limbs off to get free. I don't know why, but I guess it's his own way of twisted torture."

"Well yes that's torture! I'm not cutting my fucking leg off!" Kyle was now in full panic mode.

"There has to be another way," Stan said to himself, looking around the room.

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