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SAW VIII: Chapter 4

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SAW VIII


Chapter 4

The room is empty. The atmosphere is terrifying. The light of a 50 watt light bulb, that hangs directly above the sole object in the room, flickers. There is a chair. Strange apparatuses are set up to it. In it sits a young woman. Unconscious. Her head is hanging limply on her chest. Her face is covered by smooth, brown hair. She is tied. The brand clothes are partially torn.
She slowly regains consciousness. Laggard she raises her head, looks around. This location is unknown to her. Frantically she tries to stand up, to loosen her bonds. After a few seconds her hands are free. Immediately tries the elaborate painted woman to get away from the chain around her waist area, in vain.
"Help! HELP MEEE!! !"
In response there is a squeak. Hopefully she looks right to the source, but it's just a clown-like doll in a tuxedo on a red tricycle. It 'drives' to the brunette, until it is two feet next to her, "Hello, Becky. I want to play a game. How often have you discredited other people because of their looks? How often have you used your friends because of their money? And how often you have denied your sister just because she is interested in other than make-up and money? Because she watches horror movies and reads mangas? How many times have you blasphemed about her friends?
This will be over now. Do you see these devices around you? You have to put in your hands and press the ten buttons. Your fingernails will be pulled out, but on that way you can press your face on the pursuit, which will appear in your front then, so that the last mechanism, in which you'll put your tongue, appears. You have to do all of that without a single noise and within three minutes, otherwise the iron rod, to which you are bound, will drill bit by bit into your body until it reaches your heart.
Live or die... make your choice. "
As if on cue, a large blue timer, on the wall in front of her,  starts to decremental three minutes. Next to it a sound meter is placed.
The Rebeckas adrenaline rises. Even a greater fear is spreading in her: The fear of dying. The realization of the truth, that this doll has revealed, comes over her.
With all her strength she shakes the chain agian. It does not give.
"Fuck!"
The level of the instrument rises to the red zone. With a quiet hiss, the metal rod 'shoots' through her pelvis. Tears of pain rise into her brown doe-like eyes. She wants to scream, but she can not, because that would increase the pain. Frantically she looks around for a different way to get out of this situation. But this does not exist. She has no other choice. With trembling hands she puts her fingers in the provided mechanism. She breathes in deeply. Then off again.
She expresses the ten buttons.
Something draws painfully her elaborately painted nails.
'God, let it stop ...
Please ...
It hurts ...
It hurts so much ... '
Becky begins to cry. But quietly. To quell the pain she bites her tongue. Suddenly, the push is complete.
Once again she looks up.
'1 .46 '
A grid of igneous rods folds in front of her face.
She shakes her head negatively. That would totally disfigure her beautiful face.
'In no case. Never ever...'
Again she looks at the clock.
'0 .59 '
She takes all her courage, closes her eyes and presses her face against the second test.
"It burns ...
Stop it ...
Please ...
Please ...
Oh God ... '
A warm liquid is flowing down her face.
A low cry breaks from her, she pulls her head back.
With a 'whoosh', the iron is pressed further into her body.
She swallows. If she wants to survive, she must pull herself together ... With the last spark of courage, that is still in her, she pushes her head back to the Jigsaw trap. With another 'clack' the bars pull back again. Instead, something appears in front of her, which resembles a mixture of a mouse trap with the blade of a guillotine.
'0 .12 '
'Oh, shit.'
What choice does she have? As self-reliant as she can she puts her tongue on the trap, presses the tip on the little button.
'0 .05 '
'Snip.'
She can not breath. Blood drips on her designer jeans. About half of her tongue is separated from her. The chain dissolves, falls clattering to the floor, like the rod, which is accompanied by the red body fluid.
As fast as she can she gets up, stumbles with a bloody mouth and trousers out of the room.
Rebecka has just surived the 'Silence Torture Trap' ... just so ...
well, yes...
this is chapter 4 with my first invented saw trap...
'silence torture trap'
hope it seems to be like in the movies ^^
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Wilfre123456's avatar
oh god there is a fith too