The test in the room was still ongoing. One of the reincarnators found a key and a note that read: "Do not use the key to open the door!"
"Hey, what's that?"
Zev, the drug dealer, quickly noticed something was off and snatched it away. After reading the note, he scoffed in disbelief.
He tossed the key to a man in a suit. "You—go open it."
The suited man examined the note, then took the key and approached the door. He peered through the peephole while turning the key, seemingly detecting nothing unusual.
Logically, opening the door required the key, and checking the peephole was just common sense.
But the moment the key turned, it triggered a mechanism—pulling the trigger of a revolver mounted behind the peephole.
BANG!
A bullet fired at point-blank range, blasting straight through the peephole and into the suited man's right eye. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere as the bullet obliterated his skull.
Screams erupted. The man collapsed, his right eye socket a ruined mess, brain matter oozing out. His death was gruesome.
The six reincarnators exchanged tense glances. This challenge wasn't going to be easy. Unfortunately, their abilities were sealed—otherwise, they could've smashed through walls bare-handed. No need for this suffering.
"Let's move. Find the antidote!" Zev was the first to step out, eyeing the revolver. But it was bolted down, and the cylinder was visibly empty.
The hallway branched into multiple rooms. The group scattered—no one trusted the others. None of them looked like saints.
Amanda spotted a glimmer of light. Hesitating, she eventually slipped through a hidden door. She wasn't sure why Jigsaw had summoned her.
Right now, she was enjoying this—watching the players suffer, dangling hope before yanking it away. The thrill of seeing them plummet from hope into despair? That was true torture.
She entered the surveillance room, but before she could speak, Cain shoved her onto a desk, pinning her with overwhelming strength.
He yanked her pants down, revealing a butterfly tattoo on her ass. "How slutty—getting a tattoo like this. Don't worry, I'm just here to rape you."
Amanda barely had time to react before she felt a searing heat plunge into her. Her unused pussy stretched to its limit, the pain near-unbearable.
Her mouth was muffled, but she could still see Jigsaw at the monitors, calmly observing the games while working on one of his traps. He knew what was happening behind him—yet did nothing.
Cain exhaled sharply. Amanda's pussy was tight, despite her past drug use. Normally, he'd avoid a woman like her, but options were limited. And she was clean enough—he'd checked her records.
He'd prepped his cock with lube, making the forced entry smoother.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The desk creaked under their violent fucking, wood groaning in protest.
Amanda's initial pain faded, replaced by a growing heat. Her pussy itched, craving more.
Cain's thick cock pistoned in and out, drawing muffled moans from her. The wet squelches grew louder as her arousal soaked them both.
White froth formed where their bodies joined—proof of her unwilling pleasure.
Each thrust pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back in, stretching her to the brink.
When Cain's cockhead ground against her deepest spot, Amanda's body trembled. Her eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the brutal pleasure.
"Tch… Getting tighter… You're loving this, Amanda… I'll prove my rehab method works."
Cain fucked her harder, exhilarated by the taboo thrill of raping Jigsaw's disciple right under his nose.
All it took was a cancer vaccine (costing 200 points) and smooth talk. First Jigsaw's wife, now his prized student? Fucking perfect.
Amanda burned with shame—yet the more she resisted, the stronger the pleasure grew. Her hips began rocking back, begging for more.
Cain noticed. He freed her mouth, gripping her ass with one hand while spanking her with the other. His hips never slowed.
"Your pussy's clenching… Feels good, huh? This is therapy."
Calling rape "therapy" was absurd—yet somehow, it made twisted sense.
Jigsaw, too old to perform, could only watch through the mirror as his disciple's face flushed with pleasure.
Earlier, he'd doubted Cain's claims. Now? The evidence was right there.
While Cain fucked Amanda raw, the games continued.
In another room, the antidote was locked behind a door. The challenge?
Zev had to jump into a pit filled with needles to find the hidden key. Just looking at the sea of silver points was enough to trigger trypophobia.
With no choice, Zev grabbed another reincarnator and threw him in.
"Find it, you bastard! Get the key, and I'll share the antidote!"
"AAAGH—!"
The man's scream cut short as needles pierced his eyes. Blood blinded him. Flailing only drove more needles into his flesh until he collapsed, bleeding out from countless punctures.
Death came swiftly.
The game had only just begun.