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Lemme tell you something. I knew John Kramer. I knew Jill Tuck. They were good people. Keyword: Were. I was involved in a housing project with them.You may be wondering how the ******** I got into this mess. Well, I'll tell ya. Name's Arthur Blank. I'm a lawyer. You may have heard of me. I covered various people. Some of them I'm not too proud of those being an abusive husband and teacher, a rapist, and a prostitute. You get the point.
“It will come back to you.”
I woke up in a place I didn’t belong. It had to have been a mausoleum. Yeah, that’s it… A ********’ house of death. My vision was blurry as I stood in a futile attempt to reclaim my senses. My voice was muffled. There was a guy not too far away from me. His words came out as a harsh demand, “Who is that!?” As he turned to face me… His eyes had been sewn shut. I repressed the urge to vomit, knowing that I couldn’t.
See no evil. Speak no evil, right?
From the beginning of things, we fought. The fellow was walking the opposite way, strangling me as I was dragged along for the ride. The chain popped. Atonement. I scrambled across the room with panic in my eyes. He screamed out, “What’re you doing to me? Help! Help!” Over and over again. All I could do was tug on the chain that connected our fates.
It was like a sick game of tug of war. It’s the only way I can describe it now. We grabbed weapons that laid on the ground and combated like the gladiators during Roman Times. It was a fight for survival.
One of us had to die.
I had the advantage. I could see. All he could rely on was touch and hearing. I had the upper-hand. He swung his blade, I retaliated. ******** jabbed me in the knee. In the end, I killed him. I brought the hammer down upon his head. I can’t remember how many times. Too many, but he was as good as dead. I tore off the chain that tied me to that place, letting out a scream as the blood poured from my mouth.
I thought I was free.
But I was wrong. I was recruited for another plan or trap. In order to live my life, I had to place two cops in a room. Their fates were linked. I knew one of them. I remembered him from when I arrived to represent my client, Rex. I won't give away his last name for identity purposes. Anyways, I was pretty much ******** unless I followed the rules. Over and over, I had to remind the cop that stood on the block of ice that...: "Hey, a*****e. If you jump off that block, you electrocute him. If that block had melted more, he'd be fried. Do you understand?"
Like I said, had to obey the rules so I could live. Jigsaw was testing the ********' piece of s**t. Just like me. But.
I'm not the one you have to ******** worry about.
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te other trap that i call chimney was for perez. you need to get your self straight art before you get yourslef hurt