Hi! I have been watching all the saw films lately and I just can't get over how gorgeous Mark Hoffman is! So I decided to write a fic about him. Would love to know what you think! If you don't like horror or smutty stories I suggest you don't read but if you do then great! :D Loves you!
Amanda Young strolled into the abandoned warehouse (Jigsaw lair) excited to draw new plans for her new trap. She had told John about the idea and he thought it was great. She had designed lots of traps but John had never really thought they would work. But now she had finally invented something good. She loved to make him proud.
Amanda's big smile quickly disappeared when she saw Detective Mark Hoffman sitting at her desk. He was still in his uniform. He was in a white shirt, slightly unbuttoned. He had pulled his tie looser and not even Amanda could deny he looked good. But she still hated him.
"Why are you at my desk asshole?" she said, hanging her coat up on a hook. Mark's eyes flickered up for a second then went back to the paper he was concentrating on. Amanda approached the desk. "I said what…..WAIT! Those are my plans!". She snatched the papers away from him clutching them close to her chest. Mark simply rolled his eyes. "I saw them and asked John if I could make a few changes to it. I actually like it. Shotgun collar. Pretty interesting".
Amanda threw the papers on the floor. "I knew you would mess with it!" She could feel herself filling up. She wanted to cut off his head. Make his brains splatter all over the wall. The thing that angered her most was that nothing seemed to faze him.
Mark leaned back loosening his tie even more. He had picked up on the fact that girls loved it when he did that. "You're too emotional. I don't understand the faith that john has in you. I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you". Amanda slapped him across the face. She saw the anger flash through his eyes but he composed himself quickly. She loved getting a reaction out of him.
Mark stood up and walked around the table so that he was standing right in her face. "I'm going to let that go. I wouldn't try it again". Amanda watched his icy blue stare. They were cold. Like nothing in the world mattered to him. She knew he could easily frighten people but she wasn't going to let him scare her. She threw a punch which didn't connect with his face. His hand gripped her face and she was pushed back against the wall. He was holding her so tightly he couldn't even move. She was helpless against his strength.
"You like to be in control don't you Detective? Just a pathetic little man who needs to control everything". Mark pressed his body against hers and grazed her neck with his teeth. "I think I'm perfectly in control right now. I see the way you look at me Amanda. All this fuss just to get my attention. Its quite pathetic actually. You hate that I'll always have control. We both know I could make you scream and you'd beg me for more".
Amanda turned away with tears rolling down her face. "Fuck you" she whispered. Mark let her go and turned his back, feeling smug with himself. Amanda wiped away her tears and grabbed a syringe. "So where's John?". Not bothering to turn round Mark answered her. "Gone to see Jill". Suddenly he felt a sharp pain plunging through his neck. He fell to his knees feeling his vision going blurry. "so I have some time with you then" said Amanda.
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