SAW VIII: Prologue
"Let me outta here!", dies away the voice of Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman in his own basement, "Gordon, you son of a bitch, I'll kill you!!!", he stops shortly. The insight of the uselessness of his distressed calls comes over him. No one can hear him, or in the case, somebody listens, he won't help.
Again he pulls the iron chain.
Come on, buckle!!!
It doesn't make any sense. All his hope is gone, "I'll kill you...!", he sobs. He never ever thought John, this 'son of a bitch', will really make provisions, in case Jill suddenly dies. The fact, that HE should get in such a trap, like the Reverse Bear Trap... Although he cherishes his life!!!
Incredible wrath starts growing within him. He has to get out of here! Again Hoffman sets on his bulge and feels the floor -in totally darkness- for something hard, thin, sharp or copped; something he can pick the lock with, or at least something he can cut off his foot.
'This... Lawrence... what he did... this asshole threw th