I’m holding on for dear life.
The instructions from the man on the recording beats around in my skull.
I know who he is. Everyone does. Jigsaw came for me.
Screams are leaving my mouth as I stare down below.
What I first thought were fans are much deadlier than that.
I look across from me, and I see the man who has caused me so much pain.
The man who took my love and twisted it.
“Live or die Sydney. Make your choice.”
I want to live.
With a primal cry, I reach forward knocking his hands from the chains.
Screaming, he falls toward the blades below.
Blood splashes up on my face.
A cry escapes me.