WARNING: This chapter contains graphic and violent content. If you are disturbed by the concept of rape PLEASE do not continue on.
Frustrating wasn't even the word for the past few months of events that left her emotionally and mentally overwhelmed. Today was a bit different though as she sat impatiently in the passenger's seat of Detective Mark Hoffman's car. Now, typically she wouldn't have been allowed to step foot away from John, however for some reason today he felt it entirely necessary for her to go along with Hoffman to see the process of "capturing" a subject. This wasn't really her cup of tea, none of what she had been involved in was - everything that she witnessed and did left her feeling sick and uncomfortable, what the hell was John thinking? Strumming her fingers on the car door, she picked her head up as Hoffman walked out of the brick building they were parked in front of, checking the area briefly before sliding back into the driver's seat and starting up the car. This entire trip they pretty much ignored one another - they had a silent understanding that she despised him, but for Mark Hoffman it was a rather fascinating endeavor; he liked the chase. He had an air about him that made her entirely uncomfortable; this man was not like John in regards to what he gained from watching "tests" in action. "I thought we were doing this to actually…what was it…oh yeah 'gather' a test subject? What the hell is going on?" She was very disenchanted by this entire day of enduring the detective's presence and he was getting more and more annoyed at her resilient and bitchy personality.
"Sometimes things don't go as planned, ever think about that? The person we're looking for isn't home like John anticipated, but I've been tracking them for some time, I know their routine." They backed out of the parking space way in the back of the apartment complex and headed back out onto the road. It was dusk, so night was falling quickly and the idea of being trapped in this car with Hoffman all night long was completely unsettling.
They said absolutely nothing to one another the entire trip to the store the victim worked at. Hoffman's plan was to wait patiently in the parking lot since they were working a late shift and gather them up when they exited the build - typically they were the last ones out, locking up for the night. Her head rested against the headrest of the seat and she had drawn her knees up to her chest for the ride. It was Hoffman who kept eyeing her carefully, trying to ensure she didn't see him sizing her up - granted, he was busy doing what John requested but Hoffman couldn't help but notice her after all this time. She was fragile unlike Amanda, always by John's side and it took John a long time to allow her free roam of the lair to the point that he didn't feel the need to watch her every move. Hoffman however noticed a great deal about her from the minute he met her - midnight colored, slightly wavy hair, piercing green eyes, and a personality that said "fuck off". It was her very demeanor towards him that had him so compelled - she yelled at him often times when he got into her personal space, blew him off like he was a plague, and the few moments they did talk often resulted in them arguing at one another. "Are you always this big of a bitch? I would have figured you learned something from your near-death experience."
She peered over at him carefully for a moment, glaring daggers before looking back out of the car window "That had nothing to do with my personality. If I feel like being a bitch to you because you're the biggest arrogant asshole and heartless sonuvabitch I've ever met, I'll do just that." "…stupid bitch." Hoffman scoffed and sneered before peering back out the window, Michelle eyeballing him for a while before doing the same and looking out her passenger's side to watch the cars pass by them on the opposite side of the road.
They pulled into the dark parking lot, parking towards the back and as Hoffman turned off the car, he put his arm over the headrest of the seat and motioned towards her door "Get the fuck out, you're getting in on this whether you like it or not."
"Fuck you." "…don't tempt me." His comment caused her to stare at him silently for a few moments, that sinister and dark appearance unmoving for a few moments before he stepped out the car and straightened out his jacket. After a bit of hesitation she finally stepped out the car, closing the door behind her and sighed, Hoffman leaning into the car to the backseat to grab out the two masks he had brought with him, tossing one to her. She caught it and took a moment to really look at it - it sent chills down her spine to see it; wow, John made pigs look terrifying. It restored a memory she had much rather have left in the vaults of her mind of when she was kidnapped after running into John on the street - that pig mask was the last thing she looked at before she blacked out in the alley. "We have about 20 minutes before he comes out of that building, but when it gets down to 5 put that on…and don't fuck up." Rolling her eyes, she simply nodded her head and leaned back against the car, crossing her arms over her chest.
Hoffman wasn't sure what went through his mind, but it wasn't something he would "normally" do - after all, after meeting John he felt a sort of liberty from the rules of the masses; it was Jigsaw's world after all. He caught himself watching her, carefully, like he had started doing back in the lair. He watched the way she moved, her body language around John, Amanda, and himself, and although Hoffman had some pretty high standards for himself when spending all this time with John he started to miss the simple "sins" of the world. It had been ages since Hoffman had a decent lay with a beautiful woman - what the hell did John see in this girl anyway? Sure, she was cute, but not like she stood out from the crowd - maybe John just wanted a pretty face around that wasn't as fucking psychotic as Amanda. His thoughts were getting deeper and much darker as time went on - clearly if he tried any of his antics with Amanda he'd end up on the wrong end of a knife, pair of scissors, or potentially a hacksaw…but not with this one. She wouldn't put up much of a fight now would she? What the hell was going on in his mind? I mean, if John found out that he decided to do something as vile as what he was thinking he would surely find himself in a trap. If there was one thing that John loathed in this world it was murderers and rapists. Oh what the hell, like she would really say something to John anyway…he could use leverage on her easily with the fragile state of mind she seemed to be in; besides, he fucking had needs not to mention the cute little jeans she wore that hugged her curves, her firecracker attitude. God he loved a woman fragile enough to break into a thousand pieces - he would break her down quicker then she could get back up and the thought of her being helpless and at his mercy just set him over the edge.
He pushed away from the side of the car, reaching into his pocket to grab his knife and slowly started to tap it against his thigh as he walked. He whistled methodically, the sound of his boots hitting the ground echoing in the barren and dark parking lot they were waiting in. She turned her head to glance over at him as he came around the front of the car, raising a brow ever so slowly at his strange behavior. "What? What the fuck is going on?" Oh he wanted so badly to see the fear in her eyes, to watch her squirm and cower under not only his size but he was going to show her that he could fucking rail her just like she did him. With a quickness that she couldn't have predicted, Hoffman stepped into her, slamming her up against the car and quickly bringing the knife to her neck. His body pinned her against the passenger's side door while he used his free hand to forcefully grab the back of her hair and tilt her head back to expose the soft flesh of her neck. "You wanna fucking play this game? I'll play a fucking game with you. You think you're so fucking tough, well looks like John's little 'pet' is about to be taught a lesson…" He jerked her head back even more as she gritted her teeth, her heart starting to race and with how close their bodies were, Hoffman could feel it pounding away. He slowly started to lower the knife, hooking it into the collar of her shirt and flicked his wrist ever so slightly, the jagged edge of the blade tearing through the fabric and exposing her cleavage. "I'm going to enjoy this…trust me…" pulling her head closer he whispered into her ear in a gruff and aggressive tone "…and I want to fucking hear you scream."
Her eyes widened and at that moment she realized what the detective was about to do "No no no…motherfucker let me go!!" He aggressively pulled her head back, his mouth pressing against the flesh of her neck after it was exposed. She felt sick and felt chills tear through her very soul - they weren't enjoyable, they were horrifying; she was about to get raped.
Mark shoved his knee between her legs to push them apart as his lips moved to her chest, some sort of animalistic urge overcame him and he wasn't thinking anything now except getting what he wanted from her as violently as he could - she pissed him off with her brazen attitude…no one fucked around with Detective Mark Hoffman. All the while he had the knife pressed against her chest, but when he moved his mouth away from her chest he slammed it down on the hood of the car, using his now free hand to work at his button and zipper while he used the other to grab her throat. He had such a forceful grip on it that she could hardly breathe and she got the moment to bring her hands up, digging her fingernails into his wrists hard enough to make him bleed. He gritted his teeth, quickly getting his zipper down and then grabbed one wrist with his now free hand, yanking her nails out of his wrist "Fucking bitch, don't make this harder on yourself…or do, I don't fucking care." Grabbing at the waistband of her jeans he quickly flicked the button undone with one hand and pulled the zipper down, finally pushing her jeans and underwear down to the ground. "Don't you dare fucking think about fighting me or I swear I will fucking kill you right here in the parking lot of this dump. You understand me?!" He jerked her head violently in response and she could feel the tears brimming for the first time in a long time - of all the terrible things that had happened in her life, she never fathomed something this traumatic would ever happen to her.
Fight or flight sunk into her conscious state of mind and she quickly raised a knee to try and catch him where it hurt, grabbing a hold of his shirt and violently trying to force him back, but Hoffman was too strong for her and he clearly banked on having the upper hand in this one.
"Fuck!" her knee caught his groin ever so slightly, clearly now he was pissed as she grabbed the knife off the hood of the car, grabbed her wrists with his free hand and shoved them down into her stomach, pushing the knife against her throat. He was using such force that she could feel the cold blade digging into her flesh and could feel the hot sting of blood building at the surface of the superficial cut at the moment. "Do that again! Fucking do it and I'll slit your throat you stupid cunt!" Sneering in the darkness he looked menacing and overwhelmed her.
Emotionally she broke into a million pieces, now only managing to be able to cry since she failed to fight or even take flight from the detective. He pulled the blade away to watch the blood start to slowly trickle down her delicate white skin and had a smirk that looked devastatingly diabolical. Stomping down onto her jeans and underwear around her ankles, he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up, digging his fingers into her skin to keep her from fighting back and without any regard for anything that could possibly happen around them from this point on, he thrusted violently. She gasped and winced, ready to scream before he placed a hand over her mouth to silence her - the urge to break her in two was undeniable for him.
Clearly Hoffman had a sick need to satisfy a very violent urge to take command of her and get his needs met in return "…don't you fucking make a sound until I say so." His violent thrusting became more frantic, his fingers digging so hard into the skin of her thigh that he was leaving bruises behind. Every move made her wince and even further, for the first time in a very long time, she started to sob. Her wall cracked in two in a violent manner, her entire façade crumbling around her, and her resolve became nothing more - Hoffman had done what John had yet to do and that was to break her down into tiny pieces scattered on the asphalt of a dark and lonely parking lot. Hoffman was starting to lose his grip on his control of his own body, breathing heavy as he fucked with no regard for the poor young woman he was violating - but that was just it, he had none. It was a rush to see her cry, to see her fall apart, to watch the blood trickle down her neck from the small cut, to remove his hand from her mouth and choke her almost to the point she couldn't breathe; she was even clawing violently at his hand, but it wouldn't stop him - the pain was kind of exhilarating. He lessened the pressure on her neck as he slammed her back into the passenger's side door violently, his hand sliding from her thigh to her left cheek and gripping tightly before he pressed his lips to hers - bad move. She bit down as hard as she could in a last ditch effort to stop what he was doing, Hoffman screaming into her mouth before pulling back, blood pooling at the surface before sliding down his chin "Fuck! You nasty fucking--you're gonna regret that." He let go of her cheek to brush his hand across his lip to wipe the blood away for the moment before grabbing her leg again and leaning in, his gritty and gruff voice whispering in her ear "…now I'm gonna make you fucking scream. I hope you enjoy this." With that last statement, he thrusted with abandon, so violently and so aggressively that she couldn't help but to scream now that he released his grip on her throat - but her scream was something of sheer horror, agony, and was mixed with the uncontrolled sobbing. Her scream set him off and he slammed into her one last time, burying his face into her shoulder and growling almost before stopping all movement and breathing heavy; but he couldn't rest for long. He let go of her leg and grabbed the knife off the top of the car again, pressing it against her throat, much harder this time, making sure to cause her pain. "Ahh…" she gasped as she felt the blade sink into her skin ever so slightly "You fucking say a word to John and trust me, I will fucking kill you. Don't test me, you open your mouth and your dead, you got that?"
She nodded her head ever so slightly as tears streamed down her face, Hoffman releasing her and backing away. She slid down the passenger's side door of the car, trembling and when she hit the ground she placed her hands over her face, sobbing into them. Hoffman tucked in his shirt, zipped up his pants and sneered, running a hand through his hair "Get up and fucking get over it, it's time." Slowly she managed to pull her jeans up and button them back up without getting up off the ground, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking back and forth slowly. "What a fucking waste you are. All bark and absolutely no bite." With that he put on the mask as the gentleman they were waiting for exited the store and locked up the door.
