Freedom (Fan)

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.

I’m free.

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