It didn't matter whether it succeeded or not. Cain had already ejaculated inside Jigsaw's wife multiple times. Success was just a bonus at this point.
Soon, the game began. The six reincarnators, transformed into ordinary people, were thrust into a deadly adventure.
Their mission was simple: survive the game. If they succeeded, they would earn points and return to the Land of Death to continue their luxurious lives. Fail, and Jigsaw's traps would ensure a gruesome, agonizing end.
The first to wake was a burly man. He took one look at the sealed room and immediately cursed, "Where the fuck is this? What the hell is going on?"
One by one, the others stirred—five men and one woman. The woman was particularly garish, her body adorned with tattoos, her face caked in heavy makeup. At a glance, she looked like a whore who'd been ridden by thousands.
Cain had zero interest in such women. He'd rather play with a decent lady than some used-up streetwalker.
If this were real life, it'd be easy. With my skills now, why would I ever stoop to fucking a prostitute?
Someone recognized Amanda and blurted, "Hey, aren't you that chick from TV?"
Amanda feigned panic, clutching her head. "I—I don't know how I got back here!"
The first man to wake, a hulking brute, suddenly slapped her twice. "Fuckin' tell me where we are!"
Amanda's eyes flashed with suppressed rage, but she played along.
"If I had to guess… this is Jigsaw's territory. The place where he makes people play death games. I—I tried to kill myself at home because I couldn't afford drugs. Got revived at the hospital. I already escaped once—why am I back?!"
The name Jigsaw sent a chill through the room.
The Jigsaw Killer. A man who carved puzzle-shaped pieces of flesh from his victims as trophies.
"Oh god, we're in one of his death traps! Shit! Let us the fuck out!"
Amanda pounded on the walls hysterically before collapsing in despair.
The others exchanged nervous glances. The two women in the group whimpered, sinking to their knees in terror.
The muscular man—Zevi—grabbed Amanda by the throat. "You've been through this before. You know something!"
Amanda sobbed. "The—the recordings! His games always have clues. We just need to find the tape recorder and follow the rules!"
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Find it!" Zevi hurled her aside and barked at the others.
The reincarnators joined the search. Their objective was clear: complete the game, or die.
It didn't take long. Behind a mural, an obvious compartment hid a tape recorder.
Jigsaw's distorted voice crackled through the speakers:
"Hello. By now, you must realize where you are. If you wish to live, you will play my game. Each of you shares one common trait. The game begins now. You have inhaled a slow-acting poison. In two hours, it will kill you. The antidotes are scattered in this building—one for each of you. The safe in this room contains the first dose. The password lies behind the mind, on the other side of the rainbow. Others are hidden elsewhere. The clock is ticking."
"Fuck! What kind of bullshit game is this?!" Zevi roared.
He spotted a door and lunged toward it, hoping for an exit.
The six reincarnators eyed each other warily, suspicion thick in the air as they scoured for solutions.
In the surveillance room, Cain studied the screens, then noticed the pinhole cameras littering the walls. "Who'd you set these up for?"
"The strongest one—Zevi. A drug dealer who preys on the poor. He must be punished," Jigsaw replied calmly.
"You realize he'll just sacrifice the others to save himself, right?" Cain smirked. He knew the script.
Surviving wasn't the hard part. Winning was.
"That's the test," Jigsaw said. "Everyone in there deserves their fate."
"Amanda's not fit to be your successor. She's too bloodthirsty," Cain remarked.
"I'll give her a chance," Jigsaw said, unmoved.
At that moment, Cain grabbed his crotch. "Ah shit, my sex addiction's acting up. Oh, by the way—I found you a better apprentice. Two, actually. That detective, Hoffman? He's only helping you because you blackmailed him. Without leverage, he'd turn on you in a heartbeat."
Jigsaw's frown deepened. "I'll judge him myself."
"Suit yourself. But don't risk your neck joining the games. Such a waste if you die." Cain shrugged. "Anyway, I need to fuck someone. Thoughts?"
Jigsaw pinched the bridge of his nose. "You truly are insatiable. If you must, go to Bessie."
Cain shook his head. "Nah, she's tapped out. Any more and I'll wreck her pussy."
The crude boast made Jigsaw's eye twitch. "What do you want?"
"Send Amanda out. Let me… train her. If you test her, she'll betray you. Don't you know she's in love with you?"
Cain smirked. Amanda's feelings for Jigsaw were twisted—part father figure, part forbidden desire. A volatile mix.
Jigsaw fell silent. On the screens, the game continued.
And Cain?
He was just getting started.