Chapter 10
Hoffman unlocked his front door and went in. he flipped on the light and looked around at his empty living room. He had nothing but a sofa and bookshelf, and a TV in the large area.
He closed the door and hung his coat on the hook behind it. He sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. He left the news on and drifted away into his own thoughts.
"So far no farther victims in the Jigsaw killings." the news woman caught his attention. "Though police have recently discovered that Detective Kerry, who was involved in the Jigsaw case, has gone missing.
"No leads yet on Jigsaw himself, John Kramer; but police believe they have a lead on his accomplice, Amanda Young. The only known survivor of Jigsaw's cruel games." Hoffman turned off the TV. He knew the rest of the story.
It was already 10:30, but he figured Amanda would still be up. He grabbed his coat and went back to his car.
He got to the building and went in. Amanda was turned away from him, and obviously had not heard him come in. he snuck behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Ouch!" Amanda cried. She took his hands and unwrapped them. She turned around and Hoffman saw her right cheek was turning a yellowish color.
"What the fuck happened?" Hoffman cried.
"I was going to the hospital when a man attacked me. He's dead now." Amanda said. Hoffman lifted up the bottom of her shirt just enough to see another yellowish-green bruise forming on her stomach and right side.
"Oh my God! What the hell did he do to you?" Hoffman asked.
"I'm fine." Amanda sad, pulling down her shirt. Hoffman put his hands on her arms. Her big brown eyes looked sad and hurt. He cupped the side of her face without the bruise.
"You should go." Amanda said. "It's late, you have to work tomorrow." She gave him a sympathetic look. He kissed her lips softly. She smiled weakly as he turned and left.
One Week Later
Hoffman has his arms wrapped around Amanda's almost healed stomach. Her hands cupped his face as she kissed him. He pressed her against the wall and she moaned, entwining her fingers in his hair. He crept his hands under her shirt and she smiled against his lips. Eventually Amanda's shirt ended up on the floor and Hoffman fingered her skin greedily.
Amanda undid his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his shirt. Hoffman was glad they were in Amanda's bedroom with the red curtain closed. He was even more thankful that John was too ill to get out of his bed.
Hoffman laid back on Amanda's bed and pulled her on top of him. Her hair fell over both of their faces and she smiled as she sat over him. He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. She smiled and kissed him again.