The Chains That Bind - MLM (John Kramer X M!Reader)

Chapter 27: Cleansing

The atmosphere in the warehouse felt colder after the confrontation with Amanda. You found yourself pacing the dark halls, reflecting on everything that had transpired. Amanda's rage had been palpable, her jealousy a festering wound that had finally burst open. But now, after John had spoken to her, she seemed... different. Calmer. Resigned.

You weren't sure if you believed her change of heart, though. That was the problem-you didn't know if you could trust her anymore.

The next morning, Amanda approached you with a surprising sense of calm. Her eyes were still red from the tears, but she stood with a determined posture, her face tense with an apology she seemed to wrestle with.

"I..." she hesitated, her voice rough, the words clearly difficult for her to say. "I need to apologize."

You stood still, watching her, unsure how to react. She had nearly killed you just days ago. How could you trust an apology now?

Amanda shifted uncomfortably, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "I lost control. I-" She stopped again, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "I thought... you were taking something from me. But I know now that it's not about you or me. It's about the work. John made that clear."

There was something in her tone that made you believe she was sincere, at least in this moment. The intensity of her anger had dulled, replaced by a cautious acknowledgment of her mistakes. But the scars from that day still burned in your mind.

"I don't want us to be enemies," she continued. "We're supposed to be working together."

You took a deep breath, your gaze never leaving hers. You had been ready for another fight, another verbal sparring match, but not this. Not an apology. "I don't want to be your enemy either," you said quietly. "But what you did... it crossed a line."

Amanda's lips pressed together in a tight line, and for a moment, you thought she might snap again. But instead, she just nodded. "I know."

A silence settled between the two of you, the tension still present but not as explosive as before. You studied her for a moment longer before deciding it was enough. You couldn't afford to carry this anger forever-not if you both wanted to continue to work under John's direction. So, you made the decision to move forward, even if it was difficult.

You stepped closer, your voice steady. "Let's just try to work this out. For John's sake. We need to stay focused."

Amanda blinked, as if surprised by your willingness to move on so quickly, and she nodded again. "Yeah. For John."

It wasn't exactly a moment of reconciliation, but it was a start. The tension between you and Amanda hadn't fully dissipated, but it had been pushed aside, at least for now. You both understood that there were larger matters at hand, things that required your full attention. Things that were bigger than any personal rift between you.

But as the day went on, something else began to weigh on you-your growing attachment to John. It had been building for a while, and you realized that it was beginning to affect your focus. Every time you were near him, the desire for his touch, for his attention, pulled at you like a current you couldn't swim against. It was consuming, distracting you from the purpose you had once been so dedicated to.

You needed distance. You needed clarity.

By the end of the day, you made a decision. You would pull back from John, stop seeking the comfort of his touch, and focus on what mattered-the work. You couldn't afford to let your emotions control you, not when the stakes were so high.

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Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, a man named Byron Smith was regaining consciousness. His eyelids fluttered, his body aching as he stirred awake. The first thing he noticed was the cold, sharp pain at his wrists-metal restraints biting into his flesh. He tried to move, but the more he struggled, the deeper they cut. His eyes shot open, the panic already setting in.