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It was so fucking dark in that stupid bathroom.

It’s been either a couple hours, or a couple days since Lawrence abandoned Adam in the same bathroom. Adam lost count after he could no longer see the clock, the only thing reminding him time was passing was the constant ticking, Adam began to decide if he could throw something and hit the stupid thing in the dark but decided against it. That jigsaw dude was in the fucking room with them. The entire time. The bastard really did want a front-row seat, huh?

At some point some woman came in and said she’d help him as best as she could, she turned on the lights and Adam’s eyes began to adjust. She took a large exhale of air, grimacing at the smell of the room, she started to walk over to the other, gave him a bottle of water to chug and began speaking. “Names Amanda, you’re Adam, right? I’d know, I was the one who kidnapped you unfortunately,” she spoke as she hopped into the bath, beginning to look through the pipe.

“Sorry, by the way. It was unfair that I put the key under the water with you, and for kidnapping you, of course.” she smiled. Adam stared at the other debating if she was trustworthy, but as Adam saw this as his only chance at escaping, he accepted it. “No worries, for both of them. I get it, I think. If you manage to get me out of here, I’ll be thanking you for all three.” He inwardly cringed at the wrecked sound of his voice, while silently hoping she’d find the key soon.

Amanda gave a surprised gasp as her hand was down the pipe, beginning to reach for something. “Think I found your golden ticket to getting out of here, Adam!” She exclaimed, pulling the key towards her. “Fuck, you actually found it? thank god! began to think I was gonna spend my 20s locked up, dying, in a wrecked bathroom.” He joked, tears forming in his eyes in relief.

As Amanda began unlocking the chains, she mentioned Larry. “Your friend is okay, by the way. He was found by John, shit, ‘Jigsaw’ as people- urg- stupid fucking key. As people know him. It’s been a couple of days, so I’m surprised he hasn’t come back for you by now. I decided you deserved another chance. Hopefully, I can convince John you’re worth keeping around, so be helpful, alright? We need a photographer. Hope you’ll be able to help with that?” She stood up and looked at Adam as she undid the lock.

Adam slowly nodded, a nervous look on his face. “Do I.. need to talk to Lawrence? I don’t think I have the strength in me to deal with his bullshit right now.. he sort of, you know, left me to die in this fucking room? Such an asshole. He promised. He promised he’d come back to help me, and promised he wouldn’t lie to me. He broke them both..” He began tearing up, reminded of the other breaking his promises.

“Woah, hey dude, of course not. I personally think Lawrence is a fucking dick, alright? You can stay with me! still the same building Lawrence is in but at least it’s not the same room?” She laughed, causing the other to smile.

“It’s better than nothing, thank you, Amanda. Seriously, you’re a lifesaver. Literally.” he spoke, pointing to his previously chained leg. “Alright, let’s go get you cleaned up before I show you to John, he’s gonna need convincing and you need to show you’re worthy and you DEFINITELY don’t look worthy right now, no offence,” she explained, looking at him up and down with a grimace on her face.

“Ha ha, fuck you seriously.” he spat as he shot his middle finger at her.

“Sorry, sorry!” she put her hands up jokingly, “Come on let’s go.”

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After Adam was cleared up, he met John.

“Amanda, what is going on here?” John spoke slowly, questioning his apprentice.

“Adam deserves another chance. He was wronged in our recent game, but he can be useful to us. We have a doctor, but we could also have a photographer? He could help us find our victims, watch where they go, and what they do. It’ll save you time and effort, John. Please.” She begged, desperate to help the other since she had taken a liking to him.

John looked as if he was thinking over Amanda’s decision, and it seemed he had come to an answer. “We can have him. You must take control of him, however. You must make sure he stays in line and doesn’t disobey us. Make sure he eats too, I watched him whilst deciding on our players, he skipped meals.” John spoke with a sincere tone, looking at the man.

Amanda began to flap her hands about in excitement, rushing over to John and capturing him in a hug. “I will! Thank you, thank you, John!” Just as Amanda began to pull away, she noticed Lawrence walk into the room.

Shit.

As Lawrence looked towards John and Amanda, he noticed Adam. His eyes widened in surprise, and began to speak “A-Adam? You’re here? Alive? Fucking hell, I thought I’d never see you again.” he began tearing up, basically rushing over to Adams side to encase him in a hug before Amanda stepped between the two.

“Fuck off Lawrence, he fucking hates you right now. And I’m not surprised either, you were a dick to him! What the hell is wrong with you?” Amanda pushed a finger into his chest, demanding answers.

“What? L-look, I may have left him in there but John didn’t want me going back there! I was still recovering, what else was I supposed to do?! I was only just getting used to a prosthetic, I cut off my own leg for fuck sake.” Lawrence teared up as he spoke, glancing at Adam in desperation.

Just as Adam began to speak, Amanda spoke instead. “Don’t wanna hear your bullshit, Lawrence. Adam doesn’t wanna see you, that’s it!” she shouted, pushing Adam towards her room. “WE are leaving, you can do whatever you want, asshole!” she shouted as she exited, bringing Adam with her.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Lawrence’s voice broke as he began to crouch down on the floor.

“Do not worry, Lawrence. All will be well in time.” John stated, reminding Lawrence there was someone else in the room. “Yes, yeah, you’re right, thank you, sir,” he mumbled, making his way out of the room.

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Adam groaned, waking on the floor he slept on. He looked around, reminding himself of where he was and who he was with. Noticing Amanda snoring away on her bed, Adam began getting changed into a T-shirt and sweatpants. As he exited her room, he made his way to some sort of kitchen looking around for something he could snack on for the day.

Just as he found breakfast bars, Lawrence limped into the room, clearly still waking up. As the other looked up, he quickly awoke noticing Adam, he coughed, straightening his back. “Hello, Adam,” Lawrence muttered, making his way to the cupboards as well. Adam decided to ignore him, just snacking on his breakfast bars. Lawrence frowned, turned towards Adam and instinctively grabbed his hands as Adam’s face flushed. “Adam, please. I would’ve come back for you if I could, believe me, but I had to get used to my prosthetic. I couldn’t even fucking walk before getting used to it, I had to crawl everywhere.” He groaned, before continuing. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry Adam. Please forgive me, I miss you.” Lawrence then noticed his hands holding Adams, dropping them instantly. “Shit, sorry..” he mumbled, embarrassed by his action. Adams face still flushed, he replied. “I want to Lawrence. I miss you too but, I need time. I can’t forgive you after one night's sleep, I spent, what? 3 days in that bathroom, fucking waiting for you to walk through that door. Waiting for you to help me, to save me from that bathroom with a fucking rotting corpse in there. Amanda was the one to come fucking save me, you weren’t.” he stated with a sour look on his face. “I’m sorry, I need more time to think about it,” he muttered, stepping cautiously away from the other.

“M-Mhm, okay, Adam. Take your time.” the other spoke with sadness present in his voice. Adam walked away from the other, taking a bar to Amanda. Lawrence rested his forehead in his hands, as tears poured down his cheeks. Drying them off, Lawrence found some cornflakes to pour into a bowl along with some milk he found and ate it quickly to get out of the open room.

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THREE WEEKS LATER

John had been figured out. The cops are on their way here as the four-spoke, “John? we need to get you out of here right fucking now!” Amanda yelled, slamming her hands down on the table. “She’s right, the police have found you out. The moment they catch you here, they’ll probably sh-shoot you on fucking site!” Lawrence shouted, his stutter becoming present in his anger.

“You all must leave, I know how to deal with the police. They have found me once before, and I’ve escaped them. Now will be no different.” John stated calmly, nodding his head at them all. “Please, leave. You do not have much time, they will be arriving shortly.” Amanda tried to fight him on it but got cut short by yelling coming from downstairs. Adam, Amanda and Lawrence froze.

“Go, now!” John yelled, waving them off. Amanda was slow to leave him but ran off when he was determined to get her out. Adam and Lawrence ran off in the same direction, hoping to find an exit. Just as they started running down some stairs, they heard the police barging in. Adam glanced his head back quickly, tripping along the way.

“Shit!” he yelled as he tumbled down the stairs, landing wrong hearing something snap.

He whimpered in pain, “Fuck, m-my leg! Shit, fucking burns, hurts, hurts….” he cried, holding it as it ached.

“Adam!” Lawrence yelled, limping to the other. “Shit, what do I do. what do I do..” Lawrence chanted, putting his hands on Adam’s leg wherever.

“Go,” Adam stated, with Lawrence sending him a worried glance. “I’m not leaving you again, Adam..” he cried, determined to get Adam out.

“Please,” Adam whined, wanting the other to leave. “No. You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not.” Lawrence grunted, standing up and hauling Adam along with him as he whimpered.

“We’re leaving, Adam. Together.” Lawrence had a straight look on his face, moving Adam’s arm around his shoulders and wrapping his arm around the other's waist.

“The car isn’t far from here, we’ll get you out, go to the backup house, and I’ll patch you up.” He grinned, feeling proud of his plan.

Adam looked at him with a grin from ear to ear and tears in his eyes, whether it was from the pain or Lawrence keeping his promise, he was not sure. All he knows is he forgives him. He loves this man. With all his fucking heart and he wants to stay by him for as long as he can. Adams nuzzles his head against Lawrence’s, similar to how a cat does, and rests it there. He’s not sure how long they walked, but the next thing Adam knows he’s being carried into a car, whimpering a little at the pain. “Sh, sh. Easy, Adam. We’re fine, you’re fine. We’ll be getting you patched up soon.” Lawrence spoke in a calm tone, helping Adam relax.

It takes them around 20 minutes to get there, Adam began nodding off around 5 minutes in due to exhaustion. When they arrived, Lawrence shuffled Adam’s shoulder lightly, announcing to him that they were there. Adam stepped out of the car with Lawrence’s help, wrapping his arms around his shoulder and Lawrence’s other arm returning to his waist like before.

As they arrived inside, Lawrence brought him towards the living room of the house had and rested him along the length of the sofa, putting his broken leg up. “I’ll be back in a second, okay? I’m getting supplies you need.” Lawrence noted, disappearing down the hallway as Adam nodded his head slowly.

When he gets back, Adam has nearly knocked out again. Lawrence had to tap his shoulder again to wake him up.

“Sorry, sorry.. I need you awake for this, Adam.” Lawrence explained, stroking Adam's cheek, with Adam leaning into it, momentarily before retreating his hands back to his supplies and putting his focus on Adam’s leg.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch okay? so, bite down on this-“ He notes as he passes him a leather belt to bite down on “- if you need to, alright? Seriously, it’s gonna fucking hurt.” he added.

Adam nodded slowly, notifying Lawrence he could hear him, he was just too worn out to reply. Lawrence settled both his hands on Adam's leg, “I’m gonna countdown, alright? 3, 2-“ CRACK

Adam bit down hard on the belt, screaming into it as Lawrence snapped Adam’s leg back into place, whimpering as the worst of it subsided.

Lawrence began to wrap a cast around the break, cleaning it with alcohol beforehand.

After all that, Adam told Lawrence to stay on the couch with him. How could Lawrence refuse Adam?

“Mhm… Come here for a second, Larrryy..” Adam drawn out, tired from his exhaustion.

“Yeah, Adam? Something wrong?” Concern was clear in Lawrence’s voice as he leaned closer. Adam wrapped his hands behind Lawrence’s neck, bundling them up in his hair on his nape, dragging him closer and pressing their lips together. Lawrence’s eyes widened in surprise for a split second, before closing them and leaning in for more, desperate for this ever since they first met.

Adam retreated a minute later, due to needing to breathe, but that didn’t stop Lawrence from moving closer to keep it going. As they part, Adam sleepily says “Love ya… Larryyyy, mmh… ‘ight- night..” Adam says as he drifts off to sleep, leaving Lawrence in surprise, confused and a little horny.