SAW Read Count : 126

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror
                           Melissa awakens slowly. Her pale blue eyes are barely visible as the throbbing of her head makes them difficult to open. Her vision is blurred and slowly comes into focus. A stale smell enters her nose, as the darkness of the room sends her into a panic. She tries to sit up quickly but is thrown back down to the floor by a pain in her lower abdomen. She screams curling into the fetal position as it tears through her nervous system.

She takes a deep breath and wipes the tears from her eyes. The pain settles a moment as a strange beeping noise can be heard. Curious she slowly raises to the sitting position, careful not to upset her stomach again. She looks around pushing her long blond hair out of her face... Shes in a small dark room. There are bars along one wall, but nothing can be seen on the other side. A metal grate covers the length of the floor. The walls are scorched black, its paint is bubbled up in places suggesting it had been burned at some point.

A small wooden end table rests in a small corner of the room, an old console TV sits upon it. Suddenly the TV flashes on.. static fills the room, as a blurred image takes form. A bizarre looking puppet can be seen. Its lifeless eyes seem to pierce Melissa's soul. But fear overcomes curiosity once it speaks.

"Hello Melissa... Hello... Adulterer." Melissa snaps to attention... what was this? where was she? how did he know her name?

"You have been found guilty of cheating on your husband, as he works his life away, trying to provide for you and your children as you sleep with his brother. I have surgically implanted a bomb in the very thing that you spurn him with."

An image of a X-ray shows on screen.. A square object resides in its center.

"Engraved on the side of this bomb is the very code needed to disarm it. The bars to the room are electronically sealed. They will open automatically in two minutes. The bomb will explode in one."

Melissa's eyes widen.. confused of what she's hearing. In denial of the actual events that are taking place. Pictures of her many acts of infidelity are displayed on screen.

"You have one minute to cut the bomb out of you. The files and evidence of your adultery have already been sent to your husband. So even if you do escape your life is ruined.... I.. Jigsaw... Carry on."

With that the TV shuts off, returning the room to darkness. Melissa lifts the front of her shirt slightly and screams at the sight. her lower stomach had several cuts in it, that had been poorly stitched together. She places her head in her hands and cries, wishing this is all just a bad dream.

Suddenly a small floor light comes alive, illuminating half the room. With the new light source more features of the room can be seen. An old wall mounted clock is attached high on the far wall. metal bars cover its face, its black hands both rest on the number twelve. A white piece of thin string can be seen hanging from the ceiling a small rusted razor blade hangs from its end.

 Melissa gets to her feet and observes the razor now eye level with her. she places the cold metal in her hands and uses its very blade to cut it free from the string. She jumps as the TV turns back on, and maniacal laughter can be heard from its speakers. The ceramic dolls head spins several times, before the TV shuts off again.... A ticking can be heard.

Melissa looks up at the clock, the once motionless second hand was now slowly making its way around the number one. Panic rushes into Melissa's body. She puts the razor in her pocket and runs to the bars, screaming and pulling on them frantically. "HELP!.. SOMEBODY HELP ME!" But there is no one. Only the echo of her desperation can be heard through the void.

Melissa runs to each wall.. running her hands along their surface. The paint peels away at the slightest touch and the drywall beneath is fragile and chipped. She digs her fingernails into the wall and scratches along it. Small chunks of the drywall fall downward and through the holes in the grate floor. Melissa runs to the television and pushes it to the ground, where it lands with a crash. The screen shatters and sparks flash momentarily as smoke slowly rises from its back.

Melissa grabs the end table and runs at the wall with all her strength. She brings the table around her with full force and smashes it against the wall. The table breaks but not before ripping a rather large hole in the wall. Melissa bends down and picks up one of the tables broken legs and lifts it with both hands above her head and stabs it into the wall repeatedly.

She almost laughs hysterically as the wall easily gives way. She continues to hit the wall with little resistance, looking up at the second hand on the clock. ...4....5... Suddenly the leg hits the wall with a CLANG. Melissa peels away the drywall with her hands in desperation to find another steel wall behind its surface. She loses control as tears rush down her face. She pounds on the wall with her fists.

"NO.. NO NO...NOoo..oo!" She collapses to the floor. She brings her knees to her chest and cries. Images of the pictures, and the X-ray play endlessly in her mind. Her hands shaking, she reaches into her pocket and removes the razor blade. She holds it in her open palm and just stares. The ticking of the clock sounds like the ringing of a thousand church bells as it seems to thunder throughout the room with each click.

Melissa closes her eyes and says a quick prayer as she lays on the flat of her back. She lifts her head and pulls back her shirt placing the razor to her lower abdomen. She looks up at the clock. ...7...8...

She shakes badly and holds her breath, but cannot contain the agony as the blade tears through the flesh. She rushes now and Screams, as blood shoots upwards like a fountain from her self inflicted wound. ...9...10...

Melissa realizes she's running out of time and cuts deeper. Her hands shake violently as her fingers are covered in blood. The razor slips from her grasp and falls to the floor. Her eyes widen as she rolls to her side. she reaches quickly for the razor, but watches in horror as the blade loses its balance and falls through the hole in the grating. ...11...

"NOOOOO!!" ...12

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A muffled noise sounds as the room is splattered with blood. The crimson liquid drips from the walls as the static voice from the damaged speakers of the TV speaks its hollow words.

"Goodbye Melissa"

Comments

  • I loved it. I was enthralled through the whole story.

    Feb 14, 2018

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