SAW: Puppeteer

Jigsaw

The sound of old fluorescent lights buzzing and rats scattering around wakes Peter up suddenly with his blurry vision finally adjusted to the dim lights as he looks around the bathroom he's in.

"What the...". He tried to stand but he was pulled back into the old rusted chair he was sitting in, A little more panic set in as he realised that his hands were tied behind his back he tried to break free of whatever was holding him but felt a sudden sharp piercing pain in his wrists.

"HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE?" Peter riggles in the chair again trying to get out but it still doesn't work, suddenly An old TV that was placed in a sink switches on to static followed by a pale black-haired doll with red swirls on its cheeks.

"Hello Peter I want to play a game, You co-own a development company that specialises in apartment complexes but that isn't the only thing you specialize in is it Peter?".

"What the hell is this, let me out of this fuckng chair!".

"You and your partners said you would create quality and affordable housing for struggling families but what you didn't advertise was the cheap and corner-cutting techniques you would use to do it",

Peter shook left and right trying to break himself free "No! We built them perfectly whatever happened wasn't our fault!"

"40 deaths around your many complexes aren't a coincidence ranging from electrical fires and cancer from asbestos-infused insolation to the workers who died due to your neglect for their safety Now it's your turn to feel how cheap installation feels, you are held in that chair by your own branded safety cords supposed to keep your workers safe if they fall can you break it to get off? If not behind the chair is a fully loaded nail gun attached to a car battery that has been charging it since you woke up in about 1 minute it will unload 500 nails in 10 seconds into your spine, is your equipment up to standard? For your sake, I hope not, live or die Peter the choice is yours".

The TV turns off and a bright red timer blinks on the wall counting down from 1 minute As Peter's heart pounds in his chest he begins to try to pull himself but he can't. He looks to the wall with the timer now on 30 seconds he screams in pain trying to free his hands from behind him but he finally manages to get them loose as barbed wire cuffs fall to the floor, Peter quickly reaches for the toilet cubicle wall using all his strength pull himself forward with the crimson red Blood pours from his hands and tears stream from his face the cord snaps and he falls head first into the cubicle wall followed by the continuous pounding of nails hitting the wall and floor around him peter covers his face as wooden and tile splinters fall around him burying his face in the dirty floor with the smell of decay invading his nose as the pounding of the nails finally stopping Peter looked up at the hundreds of nails embedded into the wall he stood up wiping his hands on his top.

"Congratulations Peter you survived but this is not the end of your journey You will find out what damage you have truly done to the people you say you help Through that door you will face more challenging games to atone for your sins".

A loud buzzer startled Peter as the bathroom door sprang open revealing a brightly lit hallway.

"Okay, you dick I'll play your games and I'll win and then I'll get out of here then I'll kick your goddamn ass!!"

The puppet on the TV let out a mechanical childlike laugh which sent shivers down Peter's spine as he walked through the door that slammed shut behind him.