Donny Donowitz smashed my nose into a pulp when I tested his inmate. They reset it, but it never looked quite right again until I died and came back.

[She winces and hisses only a tiny bit when the cloth comes in contact with the split on her lip and her nose. She doesn't pull back or flinch, though. Having Matthews smash her head into a concrete wall eight or so times had done wonders for her pain tolerance.]

The stuff I did with the rest of the Jigsaw group was sick, but at least we regarded the victims as individuals...as human beings. These bastards treat forcible organ harvesting like repossessing a fuckin' car. It makes me sick.