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“Yay! Then here,” I pause and type in my address. “Let’s go here,” I beam, and I see him look at the still crying woman who has her phone out, speaking animatedly as he drives off, but I don’t care. I just want to be with him after such a long time.

The drive is quiet, but I don’t mind. I’m just happy to have him next to me. As he pulls into our home, I quickly hop out as he looks around curiously.

“Do you like it, Saw? I built this home with you and Shawn in mind,” I smile and he glances at me, raising a brow.

“Uhmm… yeah. I-it’s nice.”

“I thought so, too. Now, come on! I want to show you something!”

“Ah… ughm… what is it? Is it a tour of the place?” he stutters, and I snort.

“Of course not, silly! That will be later. It’s the gift I’ve been wanting to give you for a long time.” I take him downstairs to my basement that’s locked and I pull out my keys, then place my thumbprint on the scanner, prompting the door to pops open. I drag him inside and we go through a small maze tunnel until we get to another door, where I take out another key and open the door and the light turns on automatically.

I hear him gasp and place his hands over his mouth, retching as I hold my arms open wide.

“SURPRISEEEEEEEEEEE!” I beam from ear to ear and he hyperventilates, stepping back. When I take his hand, his eyes go wide.

“Wh-fu-fuck lady, what the fuck is this shit?!” he questions as he eyes the three men hanging on chains by their broken wrists and ankles, and I smile, going over to hug him.

“Well, they are your gifts, silly! These are the three men who wrote the most heinous lies about you in the news! I brought them here to be punished!” I blink prettily at him as he looks them over gagging.

“Fuck… gifts?! H-how fucking long have they been here?!” he gags again and I shrug, counting on my fingers.

“Hmm… I don’t know… I forget. Let me think… ooooonnne, twwwwwoooo, thrreeeee… four… five six, seven eight… about nine months!” I bounce on my heel. “Ugh, oh yeah! I remember now. I had to catch them when Shawn was teething really bad. Ugh, that was such a pain, but I did it! Was I a good girl?!” I cheese showing all teeth, and he shakes his head.

“H-heeelllp ussss,” they cry out, forcing Saw to frown.

“D-don’t worry, help is on the way!” he reassures them causing me to step back.

“Why would you help them when they wrote such nasty things about you?! I did my best to prepare these gifts for you because I knew you would come back to find me! I knew you would come back, but if you were back, then why didn’t you come for me?!” I pout, pacing the floor, tapping my head with the knife.

“Lady, for fuck’s sake, you’re sick and need help! Who the hell do you think I am?! You need to let these poor people go!”

“Need help? Let them go?” I shake my head. “Saw would never say something like that,” I chew my nail, fidgeting nervous for the first time that I might have made a mistake. “Saw…”

“OH GOD! You crazy bitch, don’t tell me you think I’m that fucking sick mother fucker who butchered all those people and kidnapped that wom— Wait… now that I think about it, you look just like her… that lady on the news that was kidnapped by that inmate,” he concludes, and his words sting.

“I… I wasn’t kidnapped.”

“Yeah,” he sneers with disgust. “Youareher! That sick woman who defended that pervert psycho! I see now! You’re like the rest of the people who think just because I resemble him, I’m the guy. Well, I have news for you! I amnot him!In fact, that wacko has made my life a living fucking hell! I had my home swatted and had my personal life torn to shreds all because we look the same. It wasn’t until that mother fucker was pronounced dead that I was able to get my life back on track and now you’re pulling some shit like this?!” he snorts, and my heart takes a tumble.

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” I pace, chewing my nail until it starts bleeding, and he grasps my hand, looking at me with concern Saw never gave me. “This isn’t right… this isn’t right. This isn’t right!”

“Who made you like this?” He looks over me with sadness… sadness my owner would never give me, and I let out a strangled sound, confused.

“You! You made me like this. Why are you being like this?” I pout, and he shakes his head.

“No… I am not him.”

“Lies. M-maybe you have amnesia… you… yeah… YEAH! Maybe you hit your head and forgot about me!” I light up again. That has to be it! Sometimes people can lose their memories after trauma! This must be what that is…I just need to show him!No, I need to help him remember me!

“Look, I can get you the help you ne—” I take his hand and pull him through the underground basement. We come to a stop at a door, where I unlock it and push the door open, shoving him through. “Hey wh— Holy shit… you reallyhavegone insane, huh!” his mouth drops open as he takes in the replica bedroom of the cabin he spent many nights breaking my back in.

“No! I’m not crazy! I… I just want my Owner back! They tore down the cabin and… this is the only thing I could do! I needed comfort. I needed you.”

“I really think you need to seek he—” I unbutton my dress just as he spins on his heels. “Whoa…” his eyes go wide as the dress falls in a pool on the floor, leaving me in nothing but lingerie that’s Saw’s favorite color.

“You have amnesia…” I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor with my dress. “I’ll help you remember.” I hook my hands through my panties, dropping them, and he takes a step back when he sees the tattoo my Owner placed on me.

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