Saw Novels & Stories

I remembered Shelby’s voice, sharp and unwavering. “You’ll need discipline, Doc. If you don’t clean your tools, you won’t stay in control.” His words echoed in my mind as I ran the rag along the serrated edges, ensuring every trace of carnage was scrubbed away. Then there was the small, cruel-looking saw. It had seen recent work—sharp, relentless, unyielding—and I felt a flicker of respect for its ruthless efficiency. I cleaned it with a meticulous patience, knowing that without discipline, it could turn against me.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.