John Kramer imagines (book 2)

save your tears for another day

(Gory gory GORY SHIT AHEAD)

"Fucking hell, this is- wow." I'd never seen a dead body like this. This person, was now just a corpse and there was blood everywhere. "Fuck." I can't believe John made me clean this up, it was so unfair. "Yeah, you prick, I know you're watching!" I shouted, the camera in the corner was flashing, and he was definitely laughing. I just knew he was. I pull the body over to the side of the room, I started to clean the blood off the floor, the tiles were quite slippery but I was being careful. I move over, when my foot slipped back and I smack the back of my head on the ground. That really knocked me sick. "Jesus." John was there so fast, I'd never seen him move that quick. "Come here, darling. I've got you." He pulled me up into his arms, "You're okay, just keep your eyes open for me." I felt so dizzy, "It hurts." I whispered, "Don't worry about it, my love. Let's get you cleaned up, okay? Keep your eyes open, good girl." He carried me out of there. "Clean this shit up. Now." He told one of his guys, who nodded and went back in there. He laid me down, as he started to clean up my head, I had no idea what I'd done. "It's not too bad, sweetheart. Just a few stitches. No bleeding." I sighed, as he cleaned me up. "There. All done." He grabbed my hands, as he looked at me. "You shouldn't let me clean up in the future." I laughed a little, "It was just an accident, baby. You're going to be fine." He ran his hand across my cheek, as he watched me. "John." I whispered, "What is it, baby?"

"I can't help but think that I'm not the right person for this." He frowned, "What do you mean?" I look down, "Why do you do this? What do you get out of it?" He looked away, "I've already explained why, y/n." He turned his back to me, "How can anyone learn from their mistakes if you kill them? To prove a point?" He looked back at me, "Take that back." I'd never seen him act like this. "It's true, John." He grabbed my throat, as he glared at me. "Take it back." He growled, he didn't squeeze hard, but I could tell something snapped. "Have I not learnt my lesson yet?" I whispered, as he let go of me. "You silly girl, you have no idea what I'm capable of." I felt my heart drop, I stand up and I walk out of there, I just wanted to go home. I sat in front of the camera, I hadn't really realised I was crying until I felt my tears. I started to sob, as I lean against the table. "Y/n?" I look back, one of John's guys, I think his name was Taylor, stood there. "Are you okay?" I sighed, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Thanks, Taylor." He smiled a little, "If you want to go home, I can tell John if you want. Or not. I don't mind." I wipe my tears. "I can handle John, don't worry. But if he asks, just tell him that he should know." I walked away, as I left the tracking chip he had put in my phone on the table. I left through the side door, I drove back to my apartment and I locked the door. My head hurt like hell, but I just needed to sleep.

-John's POV-
"Where is she?" I walked over to Taylor, seeing that she was gone. "I'm sorry, Sir. She left." I felt an anger rise in my chest, "Where did she go?" I glance back to the table, the tracker was there. "Shit." I growled, as I stormed out of the warehouse and got into my car, I check my phone to see where her car was. She was home. Great. Easy enough. I felt guilty for the way I treated her, I didn't want her to leave me. I loved her with everything I had, I shouldn't of blamed her.
-end-
I heard my door open, as I turned to see John was already here. "Listen, y/n-" I grab him, almost desperately. "Help me." He looked terrified, "What is it? Tell me, baby." I felt so dizzy, as he pulled me onto the couch. "I'm going to give you something for the pain, okay?" I close my eyes, as everything around me faded to black. When I woke up, I felt dizzy, but the pain was gone. I look around, confused. "Try not to move, baby." John was sat beside me, I had a drip and there was something inside my arm. "What happened?"I whispered, "You asked me to help you, so I did." He played with my hair, as I felt tired. "I just want to sleep." I whispered, "Go to sleep, it's okay. You're okay." I smiled a bit, "I love you, y/n." I shut my eyes, "I love you, John." I let go of his hand, as I took one final breath.

I didn't remember anything after that.