Chapter 5

A bead of sweat runs down his cheek as he places the barrel of the revolver against his temple. He closes his eyes tight as his finger squeezes the trigger.

CLICK

The man exhales, slamming the gun down on the table in front of him.

The only noise filling the room comes from the other man across the table, his breathing so loud that it sounds like he might die of a heart attack before a bullet. He quickly picks the revolver up off the table, putting it to his temple. “AHHHHHHHHH!”

CLICK

He freezes, then slowly lowers the gun back on the table.

The first man reaches for it. He holds it in his hand before raising it once more. It gently grazes his temple. He wants to make sure that if the gun goes off, it kills him. He doesn’t want to be in pain. That’s why he agreed to play the game.

CLICK

Another exhale leaves his lips as he places the gun back on the table.

The man across from him, now breathing even more heavily, starts to panic. “I can’t… I… I’m done… NO….” He reaches for the collar around his neck, trying to yank it off. “I CAN’T D–”

BOOM

Blood splatters around the room, covering the first man’s face. He lifts his hand, wiping the brain matter off his cheek. A voice rings out from his collar.

“AND WE HAVE OUR WINNER! Now for the question on everyone’s mind. Can he survive the saw? Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets!”

The man’s face goes white as he steps into the next room, the saw awaiting him. 

“Aw fuck.”