John Kramer imagines (book 2)

his name is jigsaw

(Listen to the above music as you read. Literal CHILLS oh my god get ready guys! Life isn't always the way it seems 😉)

There was so much blood. The bathroom tiles felt so cold against my skin, but I could barely see a thing, my head was pounding, I couldn't believe I'd ended up here, my feet were bare, my jeans were stained, along with my shirt, there was dried blood all over the walls, my feet were chained to the ground, there was a dirty bathtub across the room, I don't know how I ended up here and I hoped to god this wasn't what I thought. There was a rusty blade next to my feet, did he seriously want me to cut my foot off to get out of here? I didn't even know who 'he' was. Whoever took me, I wish I knew, but I didn't. "Hello, y/n." I heard this voice, it was deep as fuck, it kind of freaked me out at first. I look around, confused. "What in the fuck was that?" I look up, seeing a security camera up above me. "Are you watching me right now?! The fuck?!" I struggled to get my foot free, as I heard a deep chuckle. This guy was watching me and it freaked me out. "I want to play a game." That damn voice. Why did I know it? "I'm sorry- are we in school? What is this?" I try and stand up, I push against the chains, when my foot suddenly slips from the chain, "Shit!" I shouted, it was loose. This whole time, it was loose. "That- wasn't supposed to happen." He seemed shocked. "You don't say?" I glared up at the camera, as I slowly walk towards the door. "Let me out of here, you fucking asshole." I snapped.

He chuckled darkly, "There is a black bag inside the bathtub, inside there will be a box. This box can only be opened with a three number combination. There are various numbers on the walls, so choose wisely. Crack the code for the key to freedom. You have one minute, before the box will detonate- you know the rest." My eyes widened, "Great. So this box is a bomb? Fucking fantastic. This made my day!" I snapped sarcastically. The timer on the wall began to count down from sixty, I quickly get the bag, I rip it off and see a timer on the box too, it was counting down. Shit. I look at the walls, seeing numbers; I didn't understand what I had to know. What had I done wrong in my life that made me end up here? "The cost of a life." I whisper. Thirty seconds. When I remember my friend stole from an old lady, she had seven dollars and twenty cents in her purse, seven twenty. A price for a life. The lady had a heart attack, I kept her secret. Seven two zero. I slide the numbers on the lock, it clicks open and I grab the key, dropping the box as I undo the lock, I slide the door open, slamming it as the room explodes, I lean against the door, breathless. Shit. Seconds to spare. "Congratulations, y/n. It appears you are not as stupid as I assumed." I rolled my eyes. "So, are you gonna tell me who the fuck you are?" I look around, there was another camera, in the top corner. "Take the elevator up the stairs, turn left, down the corridor. Meet your maker." The noise stopped, as I sighed angrily.

I walk down to the elevator, as I press the floor up button, there was only two floors. The doors close, as it heads up, the doors open again, as I turn left, walking down this scary ass corridor into another room. The door shuts behind me, as the lights come on, there was a man dressed in black robes, I couldn't see his face, he sat on a chair, surrounded my monitors, different people, different traps. It looked like I got off easy. "Who are you?" I asked him, he slowly turned, before he removed his hood. My eyes widen, I knew this man. "I- you're John Kramer." He looked surprised. "You know me?" I nodded, "I knew Jill. She- she was one of my colleagues, back in the day." I lean against the door, as he raised an eyebrow, "Are you proud of your life's work, y/n?" I shrugged, "What's that supposed to mean?" He leaned back, "Jill wasn't the wife I expected her to be. After Gideon died, our son.. she miscarried our son." He told me. I was a stranger, but maybe he was testing me, I wasn't so sure. "She did mention it, yes." I looked away, unsure what else to say, I had no idea Jill was married to fucking Jigsaw. I was so blind to see, it surprised me. "I made so many mistakes in my life, John. Regrets. I regret a lot of shit that I did. Don't you?" He chuckled, "Are you testing me, y/n?" I shake my head, "Not at all, but if you're so for appreciating life.. why did you try and end yours?" Shit. He looked pissed. "What the fuck did you just say?" I probably shouldn't of said that. "Life is a massive bitch, John."

-one year later-
"I can't take this anymore!" I shouted, one day, I just snapped. I hadn't slept for days, I was overworked, Amanda had been driving me absolutely insane and John had completely gone off grid, he didn't talk to me, he just spent his days and nights working, he didn't want to be around me or Amanda anymore. "Look at me." Amanda grabbed my hands, as I look at her, "You're exhausted, y/n. You are doing way too much. Go to bed. Let me deal with this, okay? Sleep. Please." I take a deep breath, as I stand, before I head upstairs and go straight to sleep, I really was exhausted, I had no patience anymore and I missed being around John, I had these deep feelings inside me for him, I always thought, what would it be like to be loved by him? How protected I'd be? I curl up, instantly falling asleep. Hours passed, as I slowly open my eyes and the house was so silent. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and heading downstairs, Amanda was gone and John was sat on the couch, reading a book with his glasses on. He hadn't spoke to me for days, so I wasn't going to start now. I felt his eyes on me, as I walk over to the kitchen, my back to him as my heart felt heavy. I missed him. I really did. "Do you want me to drive you home?" His voice made my heart drop. He didn't even want me here. I felt the tears hit my eyes, I couldn't hold this back anymore. I couldn't do it. "Fuck you, John." I snapped, as he slammed the book down. Ah, shit. "Excuse the fuck out of my language.. did you just cuss me?" Damn, I was in for it this time.

"Yeah. I did. Because this isn't fair, John. I've been doing this for too damn long, you don't care that I'm losing sleep, I'm overworking and you just don't give as much as a shit about me! Or Amanda! If you want me to leave, say it. But you and I are fucking done. I never want to see you again, John Kramer." The tears rolled down my face, his eyes soften as he realised that I was really hurt. "Y/n, I- I'm sorry." He frowned, as I look away, I didn't want to cry. Not like this. I felt his arms around me from behind, he held me in his arms, his head against my shoulder as I relaxed against his warmth, "I just miss you." I whisper, he nodded. "I'm sorry, darling. I've been so unfair. I've been awful to you. You deserve better than this. I'll do better. Just don't go. I need you." He whispered, I bite my lip, as I wipe my eyes, I sighed. "You better start showing it, John. Or I swear I'm gone. And you'll never see me again." I turn and I hug him, as he held me tighter, I nuzzle into his shoulder as I felt relieved. "I love you." He mumbled, my heart beat sped up, as I just smile to myself. He didn't have to repeat it. I heard him.

That was okay for now.

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