I slowly opened my eyes, my vision slightly blurred. My body felt weak as I snapped back to reality, bringing a terrifying realization. I had a device put over my head with a few metal blades sticking into my mouth between my two jaws. I knew immediately that this was the reverse bear trap from the saw movies, which meant two things.
The first being that I would have to mutilate myself for freedom, the second thing being that I had more knowledge about escaping than the previous "contestants" who sat in this chair before me. Shortly after waking up, a small voice on the wall sprang to life, a familiar female voice saying, "I wanna play a game."
Although my speech was limited by the blades keeping my mouth slightly ajar, I said, "I know you're Amanda Young, you're one of my favourite characters from the Saw movies in my world. Before you ask, yes, your entire life story just so happens to coincide with some movies from the world I'm from."
There was a brief silence before she continued saying, "As another survivor, you have been sent to this realm for your faults from wherever you came from. That device over your head will activate, breaking your jaw apart and ripping your head open if you don't open the lock with a key."
"I know how the reverse bear traps work." I tried to say, although impeded. "Where do I get the key and what do I sacrifice for it?"
There was another moment of silence before Amanda said over the speaker, "The key is in that box over there. Inside it is wire, glass and razors you need to dig through for it. Dig through the pain you caused others to be sent here or stand around and die. Make your choice." After she said that, there was just me and silence.
Being that there was no ticking yet, I figured it was kinda like Amanda Young's own trap from the first movie, one with a wire that starts the trap when disconnected. This meant I could have all the time in the world to think of a plan until I leaned forward and disconnected the wire. The room I was in had tiled walls similar to that of a bathroom. The tiles were dirty and covered in a thin layer of dust. The floor was smooth concrete, although it was also covered in dust.
In a few spots, the dust seemed disturbed, making out a shape vaguely akin to a body lying on the ground. Dried blood was sprayed around those spots especially. In the corner of the room was a metal table with a metal box on top. There were a couple holes on the side of the box, I assumed to stick something into. The top of the box had what looked like a lid, but it was padlocked shut. The padlock seemed a bit worn, so a previous contestant must've tried to break it. The lid itself was made out of glass, but there were metal bars and wire protecting it.
Still, it didn't stop someone from trying to break through that way, the glass having a web of cracks told me that. Off to the other side of the room was a small shelf with a few tools on it. A couple wrenches, hammers, and a hacksaw.
Besides that, there was nothing else in the room. Now was my time to think of a plan. I doubt that survivors who haven't seen the movies would realize that the wire being disconnected is what started the trap, so the previous contestants probably panicked after the timer started, and that panic probably killed them with poor decision making. The damaged padlock and glass lid spoke for that. I figured the tools were a diversion tactic to waste time from searching for a key since not many people would be able to break a metal lock with a hammer in time.
As for the wrenches and hacksaw, I don't think that many people know about the trick to open locks with them and the hacksaws in this realm seem pretty flimsy. For me, I just had to break the padlock with the wrench trick and easily get the key. But this is one of Amanda Young's traps, it was likely going to be rigged for failure. If the key didn't work, I needed a plan B.
I thought about the movies and remembered that the jaws of the reverse bear trap could be jammed between something to keep them from opening. I looked around the room for something I could do before settling on the metal bars covering the lid. They weren't all evenly spaced apart so some could possibly fit the jaws in case the key didn't work. After that, I would just have to hope I could escape before Amanda Young showed up.
With my new plan in hand, I stood up from the chair, disconnecting the wire. The fast paced ticking of the timer started up, letting me know I had a minute to get stuff done. I ran over to the shelf and grabbed the two wrenches before walking over to the box. I put the two wrenches between the padlock and applied tension until it broke apart, freeing the lid. With probably 30 seconds left on the timer, I opened the lid and pushed some broken glass, barbed wire and razor blades out of the way with the wrench until I saw the key.
I quickly grabbed it with maybe 15 seconds left. I closed the lid and grabbed the padlock behind my head. I inserted the key into it and to no surprise, the key didn't work. Switching to plan B, I stuck the jaws of the reverse bear trap in between a couple bars on the box's lid just as the timer hit 0.
The jaws violently opened, forcing my mouth open as well before they were abruptly stopped by the bars as I hoped. My teeth and jaw hurt a bit from the velocity the trap opened, but I was still alive. I took a breath of relief since I just dodged a gruesome death. A few seconds passed where I let my adrenaline settle before I realized Amanda was probably heading to the room I was in right now. Though I survived the trap, I still hadn't escaped. The jaws couldn't be jostled so much otherwise they could come free and finish opening all the way.
The padlock on the trap couldn't be opened like the one on the box since it was smaller and the wrenches couldn't fit into it. After trying the key one more time to see if I might have been making a mistake, I confirmed that it was rigged. Panic started to build up in me as I realized I had to escape before Amanda showed up herself.
I thought back to the movies on how Hoffman escaped after he jammed the jaws, then I remembered that he was wearing a different type of reverse bear trap which he escaped from after ripping his cheek open. Even if I wanted to butcher my cheek so I could escape this, the contraption on my head was the original which was clunkier and built awkwardly enough for me to not be able to bite the bullet and free myself.
As a last ditch effort, I started to shake my head around in the hopes that something would happen, but I stopped doing that early when I loosened up the jaws of the trap, slightly forcing my mouth to be more ajar. My hope truly died when I heard a door open behind me, followed by footsteps. They got closer before stopping behind me. I wanted to say something but couldn't.
"I shouldn't have doubted your knowledge about me. You almost won." I had a feeling I would feel a sharp pain in my back or neck from a knife soon. "If you were any other survivor, I'd probably kill you. You are different though, and you've flattered me with me being your favourite. I have other plans for you."
I then felt her grab me before a needle was stabbed into me. Surprisingly it didn't knock me out as fast as the first couple times I was stabbed with them, but I did feel the effects gradually take over. I could feel Amanda tugging on the padlock and unlocking it as my body grew weak before finally succumbing to the effects.
I woke up cuffed to a small bed. I was gagged alone, and from what I could tell I was in what was probably Amanda's bedroom. Various types of fear crossed my mind as I considered the possible things she would do to me. I broke my hands free but there was nothing I could do to free myself from handcuffs. The door opened and I looked over to see Amanda walking into the room.
"Oh good, you're awake." She cheerfully said. I couldn't say or do anything besides watch her as she placed a contraption on a nearby table.
I examined it before I realized that it was a shotgun collar, albeit one that seemed less robust and bulky than the one in the movies. She adjusted a few things on it before bringing it over to me. As she put it on me I tried to prevent myself from freaking out too much since I didn't want to agitate her or accidentally set off the collar.
Once she finished putting it on she took out a key to unlock the cuffs while saying, "If you really know me, then you know what this will do if you misbehave, just relax and listen to what I have to say, ok?" She undid my cuffs was relieving for a second before I realized she still had something planned for me, likely terrible.
She removed my gag before asking, "What do you think of the new shotgun collar?" I was speechless.
After a few seconds of silence, she lightly jostled it around my neck before asking again, "What do you think of it? I know you've seen the older one I've made if there really is a movie about me where you're from."
"It's uh, more comfortable?" I nervously complimented.
I heard a short amused laugh before she said, "You're cute."
Fear of her intentions moved me to say, "Please don't rape me."
"But you said I was your favourite?"
I stared at her stunned before she laughed and said, "I'm kidding, I won't force myself onto you. I'm going to give you a choice."
"A choice?"
"Yes, you can either stay in this packaging plant forever as I test out certain games to see if you can exploit them or not, or you can put your mouth between my legs and leave after we've had our fun. Make your choice."
"I don't want to stay here, I want to go home."
"Then lay down, relax and let's both have fun."
I sat there without knowing what to do. I mean, I liked Amanda, but I never considered fucking her or eating her out or anything. I didn't want to die here or be imprisoned by her, so I couldn't not do as she said. I looked over to see her patiently waiting for me, likely knowing I would take some time to get over my dilemma and lay down for her. I tried to calm my nerves and laid on my back for her.
After I did, she got on top of me, moving her pelvis closer to my face. Once she was above me she started to strip. I caught a glimpse of the knife scars along her thighs before I closed my eyes, hoping that this would be over soon.
A few long seconds later I felt her wet pussy press against my mouth along with her thighs to hold my head in place. "Start licking." She gently ordered.
I reluctantly stuck my tongue out, pressing it against her pussy. I slightly brushed it against her, somewhat joyful that she tasted sweet. I immediately wanted to hit myself for thinking that.
"Come on, faster and deeper." She ordered as she wiggled around to adjust herself.
After she said that, I slowly stuck my tongue out more and started to properly lick her. She lightly squealed in pleasure and tightened her thighs around my head. "Fuck… faster…" She quietly ordered.
I started to lick her faster as she asked, making her tighten her thighs around my head more. I could taste her juices as she got wetter, and I received the same sick delight from how sweet it was.
The more I licked, the more she slowly became unhinged with pleasure. She went from the occasional quiet squeal to loudly breathing and letting out the occasional long, repressed moan.
"Fuck, I think we both like this game so far…" She breathed out. Mortification flooded me since she was partially right.
I couldn't deny that she tasted good, and she was also my favourite character. I also felt my will to escape somewhat shatter from how gentle she was acting around me. My thoughts were pulled away from me as her thighs started to shake as she let out a loud moan. She tightened them around my head soon after just as I felt her juices flood my mouth, her holding my head in place.
I didn't know what to do besides keep my eyes shut and keep on licking as she rode out her orgasm.
After a short while, she finally loosened her hold on my head as she caught her breath. "God… that was so fucking good! I almost don't want to let you leave." She stated between breaths.
I feared her keeping me here despite beating her "game" as she would any other victim. She continued saying, "But I respect you actually committing to things and being able to get as far as you did. I'll uncuff you and give you back your things. Just let me clean myself up first." She got off of me and soon left the room, leaving me there alone.
I laid there, trying to repress what I just did for her until she came back. She undid my cuffs before helping me stand up. Once I was standing she led me through to the closest exit, occasionally teasing me and half-offering me to stay with her. The exit she brought me to had my backpack leaning next to the door so she just unlocked the shotgun collar and let me walk over to it. I grabbed my backpack, opened the door and left without turning back
Chapter end.
Note: Yeah, I have no real excuse as to why I spent over a month away. It's mostly me handling exams and such. I'm not going to make any possible false promises about when I'll post a new chapter, just know that I won't abandon this story. Slow uploads at worst. Sorry for the long wait.
