John Kramer imagines (book 2)

losing my mind once again

"Get out! Just fucking leave!" I yelled at John, as I felt like I was ready to explode any second. The trap had gone wrong, the guy almost got out because I hadn't locked the door. "This is not good enough, y/n! You had one fucking job!" He shouted, "I'm so sorry that I'm not perfect like Amanda." I snapped, as he glared at me. "Don't give me that shit again." I shake my head, "She can never do wrong in your eyes, John. She's your perfect assistant." He took a deep breath, "Sweetheart, just sit down and take a breath." I hesitated, before I sat on the chair and I try and calm myself down, as he sits next to me on the couch. "I can't have this happen again, you understand?" I nodded, as I wipe my tears away. "It won't happen again because I fucking give up." He took my hand, "I'm asking you calmly, just breathe and think about what you're saying." I look at him, "It's over, John." His grip tightened on my hand, "You don't just walk away when things go wrong, y/n. You get up and you learn, you learn from your mistakes." I stand up, "Fine." I go upstairs, before he followed after me. I sat down on my bed, he watched me from the door. I take off my makeup with some wipes, before I go into the bathroom to wash my face. I get changed and I lay down on the bed, as he sighed deeply. "What goes on in that beautifully traumatised mind, y/n?" He asked, "John, why did you do it?" He frowned, "Do what?" I sit up, "You put me in that house, with Amanda. With those people that did wrong, you almost killed me."

"You doubt yourself too much, you give up when something goes wrong. You don't believe in yourself enough, so yes, I did it to test you." I knew that his apprentices had to live the games before they joined, but it scared me that I was so close to losing my life too many times. "You drugged me, you took me to that fucking house and you made me fight to stay alive. You watched me suffer, when I choked on that fucking gas and almost stopped breathing, when I coughed blood and I prayed that I'd escape. That was supposed to make me learn?" He sits on the edge of my bed, "I would of never left you in there, y/n. Amanda got you out, she planned it all. She was there to make sure that you didn't die, but I needed you to see what happens when you cross me." I felt the tears in my eyes, "You're so full of shit, John." He put his hand on my calf, "I did it because I care." I shove his hand away, "Shut the door when you leave." I turn away from him, "You will never leave me, y/n. It's about time you understand that." He kissed my forehead, before he got up and left, I felt like an idiot, I went through all of that pain, just so he could prove a point. "I am not letting you have the last word, John Kramer." I knew what to do. I packed up a bag, getting my hoodie and my phone, I put my shoes on and I get into my car. I drove away, I pull into a gas station, I take the sim out of my phone and I destroy it, before I throw the phone into a nearby bush.

I remove the tracker from underneath my car, I smash it and I throw it into the road. I fill up my car, before I drive away, as far away as I could go. John would never see me again. He would never hear from me, find where I am or use me ever again. And I'd make sure of it too. I drove for hours, I ended up just out of New Jersey, in a motel. I parked up, grabbing my things and checking in for the night. I get inside the room, I locked the door and shut the curtains. I bought a burner phone, just in case I needed one. I grab a book and lay on the bed, turning the tv on. I sighed, as I got undressed into some pyjamas. Suddenly, the phone started to ring. What the fuck? I answered, "Hello?" The line was silent, but I knew. "You really fucking make it hard, don't you?" God Damn it. "You will never see me again, John. I promise you that." I hang up, before I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. I heard noises outside, as I figured it out. He found me, he must of traced the call. I stood up, as I look out the window, John was stood there, "You really want to do this, y/n?" Fuck. "Just fucking leave me alone, you psychotic asshole." He chuckled, "I told you, no one leaves me. Not alive." He unlocked the window, before he climbed inside. He was so tall, it was almost intimidating. "Let's do this the simple way, you come back with me now, I won't punish you. We can forget this happened. You want to play rough? I'll make it rough." I glance into his eyes, then back at his lips.

"How are we playing this, y/n?" There was so much tension in the air, it made me feel giddy. "John, you-" I whispered, he watched me closely. "I'll always look after you, sweetheart. I've been good to you, I've kept you safe.. I make sure that you are protected, I always will. Just do as I ask and I'm yours." I could not be falling for him, not like this. "Do you love me?" I asked, "Of course I do, y/n. I do this because I love you. Because you and I, we have something that no one will ever understand. We are better, together. You make me better. You make me forget about the cancer, losing my child.. trying to end my life. You give me hope that there's a future for us, that my legacy will continue, that you will take over me one day when I leave this world." Everything he told me, it was what I needed to hear, but I was so afraid. "Your legacy?" He gently cupped my face, "You will take my place in the games, you'll become Jigsaw. Isn't that what you want, baby?" I watch him for a moment, I felt some sort of hope, that I knew he was being honest. "You really mean it?" He smiled gently, "You know that I do." I step back slightly, as I slide my hand to grab the gun from my counter and I take it into my hand.

"No." I whispered.

I raise the gun to my temple, pulling the trigger without warning.

"You really shouldn't of done that."

It was empty. Son of a bitch.

(CLIFFHANGER. Part 2 is coming soon!!!! Ahhhhh what an ending!)