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Saw: VII Cardinal Sins

Abandoned Building

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a part of Saw: VII Cardinal Sins, by Hirochi-Zangus.

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Abandoned Building is a part of Saw: VII Cardinal Sins.

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Hoep Worthington. [0] "Guh....I just wanna sit down...."
Damiane Fournier [0] "l'appe'tit vient en mangeant! Ah, the wonders of French idioms~"
Shelby [0] Shelby Meyer; the most beautiful girl in the world.
Jordan Worth [0] "Get out of my way..."
Johnathan Wilkes [0] "Don't bug me..."
Maria Grace Hopkins [0] Vibrant blonde, ready to be cracked.
Evan Johnson [0] The youngest to be put into the trap at the age of 17

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Evan Johnson woke up, shirtless and his left foot shackled with a decently long chain. He looked around and only saw darkness. "Wh-what is this?" he asked himself, obviously scared more than he should feel. He got up slowly, hands on the wall behind him, and looked around the room to see another man chained to the wall on the other side. He was still unconsious by the looks of it and continued to look around at the dirt covered walls and dust gathering medical equipment on a table nearby. It was close enough for him to reach, but no the other man to reach. He walked up to the table and saw many different pieces of equipment: scalpel, power drill, about 6 needles, and a gun with one bullet next to it, laying on the white towel the equipment was on. He then looked over at the other man and noticed blood on his legs, probably dripping from his face, then realised what he wwas staring at: a man whose eyes were sewn shut. Then Evan leaned against the wall quickly, still in a bit of shock from the situation, and fell down to the ground, back sliding against the wall and his butt landed on something. Evan lifted his left leg and reached underneath to pull out a silver tape recorder and opened it up and saw nothing inside. He then noticed the man across from him begining to wake up, but then noticed that his chains were able to extend out of the wall. "Wait..." he said as he got up quickly and began to walk away from the wall seeing his theory was true. The chains came out of the wall, but they were tugging on his leg a little, but Evan thought, as long as I can get out of the room then I can figure out where I am! He walked half way across the room before the tugging got extreme to which Evan yanked on his leg, then kicked forwards and a 'ching' noise was heard and a timer was set above the large, metal door. 20:00 "Fuck..." said Evan as the chains began to pull back to the wall and Evan didn't resist and ran back to the wall and stood against it, looking at the clock again. 19:53

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Shelby Meyer slowly opened her eyes although she could see nothing a dark abyss. She turned her head quickly in attempt to gain knowledge of her surroundings, but instead she only felt the sharp pain of her hair being held strong by something behind her. Feeling a bit panicked, she slowly ran her hands along each side of her feeling for something to let her know she still exists. The floor felt like dirty tiles and as she began to feel the wall behind her, her hands going slowly up and up, she felt a strange contraption coming out of the wall. Eventually, she found that her hair was attached to this mysterious object... and she couldn't get out.

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Jordan came awake and tried to open his eyes but found that he couldn't. "Hello! Is anybody there!" He yelled as he reached his hands up and felt his eyes to see why they wouldn't open.
"What the FUCK!" He yelled as he moved forward and realized that he was chained to something. Felling around on the floor he felt a small rectangular object and moved his fingers over it, it felt almost like a small tape, but there was no player that he could reach.

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Maria felt tired. Very tired. Aches shivered down her arms, legs, tingling in the back of her skull, a strange sensation that made her have to open her heavy lids. Before her, she saw a dull darkness, dirty walls, and...

W-was that a person?

Across this space was a shadowy form, hunched in the blackness, however, the heaviness of the void of darkness made it hard to determine the gender and width of the person. This overshadowed her awareness of the odd location, but only for a few seconds. She let her eyes move around just in the span before her; the area was mainly too dark for her to see more than the floor before her and the dark mass against the opposite wall. She forced back the panic that threatened her.

Suddenly, a pain split over her forehead, immediately reaching up to touch the tremor of agony. To her surprise, she felt a cool plastic hit her temple. Glaring down at her hand, she saw a narrow, mysterious tape labelled, "Johnathan". She swallowed, glancing up at the person before her. Her throat felt rough, dry, but she called out like a weavering breeze,

"J-Johnathan?"

For the moment, the person seemed unconscious, but there was no way to be sure. She shook her head, looking to her other hand, seeing a similar tape secured to her narrow palm with her own name upon it. She felt a swell of unease rush her, feeling the urge to look behind her. Scanning the wall, she gasped, eyes doubling.

Chains, linked strongly around her waist, disappeared into the wall directly behind her, crushing her stomach as she heaved with fear. She felt these large, rusted chains, trying to slow her heavy breaths, easing the pain that harmed her middle. She made terrified, sputtering noises as she looked around for a means of escape, but, to her sheer horror, she saw two pails filled to the brim with a thick, crimson liquid.

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"J-Jonhathan?"




Suddenly, his eyes flew open. Stormy eyes shone like pale light through the empitness around him, blinking back shock as he stared ahead, then let them fall to the black floor. He felt a pain on his wrists and ankles like shackles, tight and cutting toughly into skin. He looked to his sides, seeing his arms, spread out painfully, bound to the walls, then down, seeing chains around his ankles. He felt his breath coming faster, hissing as he grew scared and angry. He yanked his arms forward, feeling a horirble trauma on his ankles. Jerking harder, the pain grew worse, growing to the point were he felt a moist heat trickling down his skin. He stopped, feeling the chains loosen as he calmedd own. Soon, he noticed something nearby. Narrowing his eyes, he saw a shiny blade, saw and hammer. He felt confusion within him, glancing around again and seeing a tape recorder on the floor. He reached his foot out, trying to get it, but felt the same pain in his wrist. Immediately, he made the connection between the two, quickly testing it by moving each limb and examining its reaction. He sighed heavily, lowering his head with frustration.

Then, looking up, he thought he saw a woman. With a brute, gravelly voice that burned when he spoke, he said,

"Hey! Hey, where are we?" He focused on her, seeing light colored curls and chains around her stomach. His eyes looked her over briefly, a bad habit of his, then saw the two pails near her. He cocked his head for a second, but waited for her to speak. He noticed the two tapes in her hands soon afterwards...

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A Heart Devoured

With a pained groan and a splitting headache; Damiane rose weakly from her laying position, fighting against shaky limbs to do so. Her entire body cried out in agony at her every movement, weighed down by simple fatigue, sore muscles, and what she could only think to be a sedative. Though the girl wasn’t exactly a party girl, she’d had enough experience with the harshness of life and the dreaded Rohypnol to know quite well how a sedative drug felt in one’s body. What she didn’t know, however, was why the hell her spinning vision was of darkness and dirt laden floors.

Groggily, and with much effort, the ebony haired girl tentatively brought a hand to her skull. The dry, crusted substance that met her touch quickly brought a deep scowl to her features. If someone was going to kidnap her, for whatever purpose they could have, surely it wouldn’t be too much to ask they at least have the decency to not beat her head. After a second or two of soothing her fuzzed mind and urging her eyes to focus enough to see more than hazed flashes of images; Damiane lightly began to survey the area she was in. Through the veil of darkness that surrounded her, she made out the general boundaries of a...glass box? Ignoring the pain that shot through her with every move, Damiane shot to her feet; frantically running to what seemed the other side of her prison immediately afterwards.

Just as she feared, her outstretched hand made contact with a practically frozen wall of glass. Out of instinct, her other hand was quick to follow, the frail girl pounding onto the glass with all the strength her body could muster. There was only one thought that rushed through her fear ridden mind. She had to get out. Again and again she pounded her fists, her legs, her body, anything and everything she could against the glass barrier, until the skin on her knuckles was rubbed raw and the bones in her hand, perhaps broken, she couldn’t much tell, prevented her from hitting the wall any longer. Defeated, she slid back to her knees, tears cascading down her pale cheeks as she pathetically wailed.

Why should she care what she looked like anyways? She was alone, trapped in a room of glass, and bound to die. There was no point in worrying over pride any longer.

When her leg rubbed against something small, rectangular, and vaguely plastic, though, her attention drifted back to reality. Weakly, Damiane rubbed at the tears clouding her vision, turning her eyes to the small item she had by then placed within her grasp. Before her vision could reach the item though, her mind had been distracted by an entirely different sight. Two shackled figures not far into the darkness. Vaguely, she noted that the walls she was imprisoned within must have been sound proof, as neither of the figures seemed to have noticed her at all. Innless they were already dead...she shuddered at the thought. Surely, she figured, they wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of knocking her out with such high grade sedatives if they only intended to kill her...right?

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Lazily, Hoep worked her way up off of the floor. She was in a dark room, and was overwhelmed with an unfamiliar stench. Something foul, something...something that smelt almost like dried up blood. She took in a few sharp breaths, letting herself get accustomed to the darkness around her. If anything intimidated the female more than anything, it was sheer and utter darkness.
"H-hello?" She said in a shaky voice, feeling her way over to the wall. It felt like tile, tile caked in a thick layer of...well, she didn't really want to attempt to name exactly what the foreign substance covering the walls was.
"Eliza, if you're in here, this isn't funny." She stated in a stern voice. She noticed now, as she was walking her way around the perimeter of this strange place, that there was something attatched to either one of her ankles. "What the hell...?" She leaned down, trying to identify these items. They felt like bracelets, but thick ones. And they seemed to have ridges on them, which were holding down something cold and metal. She could still move around freely in them, but it wasn't at all comfortable to know that someone had put something unfamiliar on your body in your sleep. Not only that, but assumably the same person had moved her to this...place.
Hoep let out an exasperated groan and sunk to the ground, head in her knees. She was alone, as far as she could tell, in a room that she'd never been in before, with who knows what attatched to her ankles.
After a few minutes, she was able to make out the silhouette of another person on the opposite side of the room. They were moving, but it looked more like they were trying to figure out where they were. Something even more peculiar was that this person wasn't travelling around the room, no. It was more like her head was glued to the wall and she was trying to get a hold on reality.
"Who's there? Hello?" She said loudly, silently hoping that the person wasn't hostile. She didn't have the energy to deal with someone like that.

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As fear nearly paralyzed her body, Shelby suddenly heard a sharp, fearful voice in the black air. Someone calling for... Eliza? Who is that?! What is going on here...? She heard the person, presumably female, shuffle around and was jealous of her mobility. Her eyes began to adjust to the darkness and she saw the faint outline of a person across the room.
In response, Shelby called out, "Hello? Who's there? Do you know anything?!"
Her voice felt harsh and raspy, I guess she really didn't know how long she had been knocked out. All she knew was that she had to get out.

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Maria clasped her head in her hands, ignoring the hard corners of the tapes, and tried to summon the bare pieces of her mind back together. What had she been doing before she had been here...?


David... He had changed his hotel reservations at the last minute.... I had to U-turn around to head towards it. It was really nice, even though he shouldn't've been able to afford it... I had my lingerie on underneath my dress-

Pulling her blouse open, she noticed the silk and lace still around her.

I had gotten to the elevator, which was closed down for repairs, I went to take the stairs and....

Then... Blackness...


She shook her head, frowning, skin deeply creased as she let her unfocused eyes graze the floor, the buckets, moving upwards towards-

"Hey! Hey, where are we?"

She blinked and cried out, eyes huge as they flickered around, body rigid as she pressed herself harder against the wall as if she could disappear into it. After fearfully examining the area around her again, she noticed a set of pallid gray eyes staring back at her, shining strangely through the darkness like two minor moons. Inspecting, she noticed this person was the one she had identified as, "Johnathan". She swallowed hard, trying to clear her throat, and spoke with the same amount of urgency,

"I-I don't know! I... I'm so confused... Who are you?"

The voice she heard was somewhat masculine, as if breaking that phase of shifting between child and adult. She felt a tinge of pure sadness, recalling her family, her two children, probably unaware of her position due to her stupid lie of an "extended business trip". Then, her husband...


She shook her head again, trying to regain her feeble focus. The tin pails beside her graced her side view, causing her unease in this horrid room.

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"Hey! Y-you there! Do you know where we are?" Evan asked then noticed he was moving around a bit. "I- I don't know what to do. Do you have a tape or something? A clue?" he asked and looked odwn at his tape recorder and then got up and walked to the table of equipment, observing.