John Kramer imagines (book 2)

the betrayal

(This one is gonna be messy guys!)

John and I had been drifting apart since the beginning. I was meant to be the woman he loved, but nowadays, it seemed like it was quite the opposite. I did love him, but the more we worked together, it just seemed like we were drifting away. He was obsessed with his work, he had completely cut me out of the picture and I had enough, I wouldn't just let him do this to me anymore. I had to make him see what he was doing was wrong, there had to be a way I could get my revenge. That was when I went to Mark Hoffman. Mark was a very complicated man, he seemed to be more interested in plotting against John than helping him, he had created traps for Jigsaw that were impossible to escape, he wanted to get revenge for the murder of his sister, which I didn't blame him for. I went to his office, I needed to talk and he knew John, he probably knew him better than I did. I let myself inside, as I sat down at his desk, I waited for him. He seemed pissed off that I was here. "Got bored of Kramer already, huh?" He looked busy, but he always made some shitty excuses to why he couldn't speak to me or anyone else, he despised Amanda and seemed more interested in getting the job done, he had murdered people, in cold blood with no remorse and that wasn't John's way, John never actually killed anyone before. Mark and I had been sleeping together for almost two months, it wasn't the most conventional method, but it gave me what I needed, he was always rough with me, which I enjoyed a lot more.

"John's been going crazy about that pendulum you used, Mark. Wrong type of steel and you killed the guy, there was no way he could of escaped." I glanced up, as he watched me. "He killed my sister, what else was I supposed to do? Let him live on the streets as a free man?" I sighed, "You didn't deserve to see her that way, Mark. I'm sorry." I hugged him, as he softened into me, he pulled me tightly into his chest, I lean into his shoulder. "This world is filled with fucked up things, but we have to be better than that." I whispered, he looked down at me, as he ran his hand through my hair. "You're so beautiful. You know that, don't you?" He whispered, I kiss his cheek. "I love it when you act all cold with everyone else but me." I rolled my eyes as he kissed my neck sweetly, "You drive me wild, y/n. What can I say? You ain't getting shit from Kramer, you know you came to the right place." He smirked, as I lean back slightly. "John's lost his shit, once again. I don't trust what he would do if he found out about us." I shrugged, as he held my hips. "No one will find out, baby. Trust me." I nodded, believing that he would keep his mouth shut if things went south. I went back to the desk, as he watched me. "Have you dealt with Jill yet?" I glanced back, as he smirked. "She's tough, but I'll get her to hand over what she owes. John won't suspect a thing." I nodded, as I pick up some files from the table. "I'll be back, okay?" I pecked his lips, before I leave his office, already hot.

As I went back to the warehouse, John was already working away at his desk, he didn't look up as I came inside. "Did you get the files I asked for?" I throw them on the table, as I headed over the other side of the room to get some paperwork, I walked back, as I open the laptop up, I had a new sketch on screen, as I checked through some filing I had to get done. "How long have we been together?" I turned around, looking up at him. "What?" This was random, he looked right at me. "How long has it been?" I didn't know if he was asking or if I knew the answer. "Six years, almost seven next month. Why are you asking me?" He crossed his arms, before he smiled. "I just wanted to hear you say it." I turned back around, confused what he was talking about. "Okay?" I began to type up something, when I felt him behind me. "You remember six years, you know that those past six years are the world to me and that I love you, we have our struggles, but well.. since you've already done the worst part, I won't get into that." I turned to face him, I frowned. "What are you saying?" He grabbed my neck, as he towered over me. "I want you to tell me, I want you to say it." Shit. This really wasn't as obvious as I assumed. "I have no idea what you mean." I struggled to breathe, as he smirked down at me. "You and Mark, darling. How long? I already know, of course I knew from the start.. I just want you to tell me." His grip tightened slightly, "Fuck you." I shoved him back, before standing. "Liar."

"You have no idea what you're accusing me of, John." I couldn't lie like this forever, I had done the worst thing I could of possibly done, to a man I still loved with every piece of my heart. "I'm not an idiot, darling. I've known for a while what you've been doing, let me warn you now.. if I see you with him, ever again.. I'll make sure it's the last time. Do you understand me?" He let go of my neck, as I grabbed my laptop. "Do you want to know why I did it, John? It's because of you. You made me do this, you won't have sex with me, you won't fuck me hard like I want, I want rough sex. And you won't give it to me, so yeah, I did have sex with Mark. Many times and god, I came like I never came before and I would do it again. You can't stop me." I glared, as he clenched his fists, he was mad, I'd never seen him like this before. He flipped me over, slamming my body down on the table. "You want it fucking rough, you slut?" He growled, as he pushed my dress up, he shoved my panties down my legs as I flinched, he pulled my hips up, as he pounded into me from behind, I groaned out loudly, as he fucked me like he never had before, I came so hard, my thighs shook, this was different, it was nothing like I had with Mark, in fact, it was even better than him. "You want it rough, baby girl? Does that feel good?" He wrapped his fist around my hair, pulling it as he pushed my head back, I gripped the counter as I moaned loud, he didn't stop this time.

"You're so fucking tight, baby. It feels incredible." I felt his warmth against my back, as he pounded inside me, his hand gripped my throat as I came over and over, the rush inside me made me want it even more. "John, fuck." I cried out, as after a long time, we both came completely undone, I leaned into the table, breathless and completely shaking, he helped me with my panties and he pulled me up onto his lap, as I just try and get my breath. "I love you so much, baby. You belong to me, you are my property to do with what I please. And if that means you never fucking walk again after I fuck you like that, I'll do it a million times over." He kissed the back of my neck, as I turned towards him, I watched his eyes. "I betrayed you, John. I broke your trust, our relationship. I did the worst possible thing I could have done and it's my fault." He kissed my forehead, "I'm never letting you go." I didn't understand, why would he forgive something like this? I destroyed everything we had. "Come with me." He grabbed my hand after he sorted himself out, he led me into another room, as a light came on. It was Mark, knocked out, bleeding from his forehead. I couldn't believe my eyes, "John- what is this? What are you doing?" I put my hands up on the glass, as he locked the door behind himself. "You forced my hand, sweetheart. This is what happens when you pull me into this shit, this is what has to happen." There was a reverse bear trap on his head, I knew exactly what was about to happen. "John, you can't! Stop! Please!"

"Look at him, y/n. Watch this." He grabbed onto my head, as he forced me to watch the man I had finally build a bond with, someone that I actually cared about, he was about to lose his life, if he even escaped this. Mark began to wake up, as I bang on the glass. "He can't hear you, this glass is unbreakable and soundproof." He told me, as the shock began to hit me, the panic filled my chest as I screamed. "Do something, John! Don't, please don't do this!" I cried, as he made me watch this. The timer began, his hands were tied down, he couldn't move, he had done this on purpose. "I can't- please I can't watch this, John. Stop." He wouldn't let me look away, as the timer hit zero, the device reacted and there was absolutely nothing left of Mark's face, it was an empty shell of what he used to be. I stared in complete shock, I felt numb. I couldn't even move, as a single tear rolled down my eye, I felt his breath against my ear, "This is what happens when you fuck with the real Jigsaw. I forgive you." He turned, unlocking the door and leaving me alone, my head running wild and the image of a dead Mark stuck inside my brain, forever.

And it was all my doing.