Adam clapped his hands together. "Okay, guys. Let's review what you learned in the last trial."
Several voices groaned around the campfire.
"Can we maybe not?" Quentin's voice was insistent.
"We just got back, can we please rest?"
Adam wagged his finger in Jonathan's direction. "That's why you need one now. Nancy told me you got caught in the bear traps twice that time."
Steve opened his mouth to protest, then sighed in relief as he felt himself burning away. "Oh, whoops! Guess I'm missing this round. Later!"
His relief was short lived, however, as the scenery around him melted into the auto junkyard, and Adam burned in beside him. Quentin was here too, looking frustrated at first, then resigned once he met Adam's eyes. Steve frowned.
Amanda sighed quietly as she burned into the trial. Another day, another round of kills. It wasn't so bad at first, but now she felt a little bit like a caged animal, only allowed out of her pen when her Master saw fit.
At least she was given clear instructions. Kill them. Just kill them. She could use her own hands or the weapons that were shockingly accurate echoes of the ones John designed.
There was something unfulfilling about killing them knowing they'd just come back, though. It was possible to make them disappear forever, but that happened less and less frequently as the same people returned over and over. She wasn't curious enough to find out why, and she suspected she wouldn't be told outright anyway.
She crept along the junkyard, carefully keeping track of where the generators and trap machines sat. Sometimes she forgot those were there, with the mocking little puppets, waiting for someone with a bear trap to come frantically looking for relief from the metal stabbed into their jaws. The thing she called Master made it too easy. Her fingers tingled as she considered what she'd had to do to remove the trap from her own head. John would've made it harder for them. Would've known exactly how to get to them, really make them fight for their lives. This thing appeared to just...guess. Not that it mattered. Living wasn't worth very much here. Maybe only a little less than back in reality.
There they were. Crouched around a nearly complete generator, by the sound of it. A tall man and two young men, if they could even be called men.
Quietly, she snuck around a car, just far enough to hear them but not close enough for them to be aware of her. She listened to the man carefully from her spot between pallets. He was talking to the boys, instructing them on how to best evade her ambush. She frowned beneath her mask, annoyed as she listened. He was giving good advice. Advice she'd have to take into account when she went after the one with the short hair.
The two boys suddenly left on either side, presumably to find more generators. But her focus remained on the man who had been talking far too loudly. He clearly had talent as some sort of teacher, and the younger ones gave him quiet respect most their age wouldn't give a mentor. She frowned, crouching low. This one she killed last time they were matched together. A shame, considering how handsome he was. Not that it mattered here.
Adam knelt down, confident he could finish the generator on his own. He'd seen one of the trap boxes as they'd burned into the trial, which gave him the advantage of knowing who they were up against: the Pig.
She was stealthy and liked to ambush you, assuming the sound of her inherent terror would be silenced. But Adam learned from past mistakes quickly. As he worked on the generator, a shiver ran up his spine.
A crazy thought occurred to him. One that would either end with him bleeding out on the ground or popping the generator and leaving the killer confused enough for him to escape. As he heard a faint rustling behind him, he steadied himself with a quick breath in.
Amanda snuck close to the man on the generator. Now was the time. She readied her blade and steeled herself for the blow.
He whipped around, a finger extended, and she froze. What?
He smushed his index finger against the latex surface of the mask, the nose squishing in a bit as he did, and flashed a grin. "Boop."
Amanda squeaked in confusion, although it sounded closer to her actual voice squeaking and not the wild, animalistic noises she made to frighten the survivors. What!?
Adam quickly plugged in one last wire and the generator roared to life. The Pig was still crouched down and staring in confusion as he hopped up, turning on his heel and running past the rows of cars toward the shack.
"Wonder how many times I can get away with that," he muttered, chuckling a bit as he felt his heartbeat slowing.
Amanda's mind raced as she tried to understand what had just happened, and she stood to stare at the completed generator. He just...finished it! In front of her! Because he poked her! The nerve of this man. She scowled beneath the mask and kicked the generator out of frustration, even though she knew it was a waste of energy and time before she went after one of the others. She'd leave this one alone for now.
It didn't take very long for her to find one, on another generator by himself. It was the youngest person she'd seen in the game at all, and the first time she laid eyes on him, she thought for a sick, split second that she'd have to kill the Matthews boy for real. He had tired eyes with dark circles, a permanent frown, and a round face that actually reminded her very much of Daniel. Such a shame this one was so young when he was trapped here for eternity. She wondered what he had done to deserve it. She crept behind him, thankful that he hadn't been listening earlier, and pulled him off the machine with ease.
Quentin shrieked as he felt himself suddenly lifted into the air. "Shit -!" He struggled, though almost as soon as he was picked up he felt himself being tossed to the ground. He groaned as he landed on his shoulder, a deep feeling of dread overwhelming his thoughts.
Amanda opened her hand expectantly as her new Master provided the tool she needed, burning it into her hand. She couldn't help glancing over the machinery of the contraption, admiring the way it looked exactly like the one John originally created. The reverse bear trap.
She yanked the boy's head back so he would scream, the noise slightly muffled in her ears beneath the latex barrier of her mask, and snapped the trap onto his head. She moved her fingers lithely to force the metal spikes into his hard palate and lower jaw through his lips.
Quentin gagged, immediately tasting blood and filthy steel. It didn't matter how many times he felt these things pierce into his mouth, they always gave him a sick, primal desire to vomit in fear. At least the timer didn't appear to go off immediately, and the amount of blood dripping down his throat didn't make him feel like he was drowning.
The Pig - obvious, now that he thought about it, there were very few killers who could creep up undetected - hoisted him back onto her shoulder and carried him toward the closest hook.
"Stop fussing," she hissed, tightening her grip on the teenager as she approached the hook. "God, I hate it when you struggle."
The killer slammed his lower shoulder into the hook, appearing to stare up at him as he screamed. Quentin whined through his metal gag as the weight on his collarbone became so much he thought it might break, but of course that wouldn't happen. It would be over too quick like that.
Adam heard Quentin scream and shook his head. Poor kid.
He readied himself to unhook, not only to save him, but to gain the motivation to save himself from his first hook. One of the strange tricks that he'd learned in his time in the realm. Before he could make his way over, though, he saw Steve's distinct tuft of hair just over a stack of tires, heading slowly towards the nearest hook. Adam frowned, making a mental note to remind him to crouch when he didn't have to run, but let it go. Instead he started on another generator, only to feel his spine shiver again. Which direction was she, now?
Amanda snarled beneath her mask and ran past the one with the stupid hair just to get closer to him. Did he know where she was? Some of them did, which irritated her to hell and back. If he could sense her, what was the point of ambushing him? Well. Maybe she'd toy with him a little first. She kept her eyes on him as she backed up behind a tower of destroyed cars where he wouldn't spot her, hoping that her terror would distract him from completing the generator efficiently.
She was here, for sure, based on the pounding in his chest. He wouldn't be able to finish this before she got to him, but if he could just...
He took off running, praying she didn't have a hex totem that would regress his generator, and glanced back as he did. Nothing, yet.
With a scream of rage that could've come from a wild animal, the pig-headed form of the killer sprinted towards him.
"Ohhh, shit!" There she was.
She was quick, but Adam was fairly confident he could loop her around herself well enough to escape. As he dashed past a pallet, she slowed, assuming he'd throw it down on her, only to shriek in anger as he didn't and instead got even further ahead. Oh, he was on his game today.
Amanda swung her blade in blind rage as he dashed out of her grasp, only catching a glimpse of the other boy as he dashed across the field beside her, presumably to unhook the younger one. She didn't give a fuck about the others if it meant losing this one. He was going to pay for this shit. She grinned manically as she came closer, closer, closer...!
Adam reached behind him as she neared, tossing the wooden pallet down onto her head.
"Whoo! That's what you get, little lady!"
She shrieked, swinging again in a tantrum before she turned on her heel and tried to go after him again. This wasn't working. Pure aggression wasn't going to get him where she needed him to be. Ugh, what did this thing even want her to do to get to him? It gave her so little to work with. No time, no tools, no -
A small headache formed in the front of her head. It was displeased with her. It wanted her to do something, and it didn't particularly seem to care what that something was. A strange thought occurred to her, and she raised her eyebrows. Was it changing the rules of the game? What did it want her to do, if not kill her prey?
She ran back to the generator he had started and stomped on the side, still puzzled over the ideas woven in black smoke drifting in her mind, and crept towards the office where his scratches ended.
Was she on him again? The tingling in his spine was going crazy, and he turned for the window... which was boarded up. Okay, fine, the back entrance... was also closed up. Only one way in or out.
"Shit."
Amanda crouched as she entered the building, her heart racing excitedly. The regular exits were blocked. The thing in her head assured her this was good, although she didn't really need it to. His back was still turned as she snuck up, ready to…
The strange fogginess parted in her mind, revealing the thought of pinning him down for activities other than killing.
Amanda squeaked again in surprise, immediately regretting it as he spun around. Dammit.
Adam was against a wall, literally. His back was pressed to the sealed-up window as he saw her stand from her low crouch, regarding him with the dead eyes of the pig mask.
"Well... here we are."
Silence.
Amanda tilted her head slightly, looking at him carefully and considering the strange plots and plans introduced to her mind. Perhaps she hadn't considered all the possibilities that it wanted her to take advantage of. Perhaps there were other actions that it found acceptable to feed upon.
With hesitation, she tugged up at the bottom of her mask.
Oh, wow. She was... covered in sweat and kind of a gaunt mess, but in any other circumstance he'd think she was pretty cute. "Uh."
Amanda blinked quickly as she lifted the mask entirely with wide eyes. With a nervous flick of her eyes around the room, she rubbed her face on her shoulder like a nervous animal. "Um...hi."
Adam's eyebrows scrunched together. What were they meant to do now? Shake hands and forget any of this ever happened? "So, I've... never had a killer just... stop trying to kill me mid-chase. Did the gods decide you needed a break or what?"
With the ragged bangs off her face and the rest of it tied up into a tugged-back ponytail, her big eyes were made obvious, accentuated by the smeared dark eyeshadow that flaked around them. How old was she? He guessed not too far from him, but she was so skinny and waifish that it was hard to tell.
"It's quiet right now," she said as timidly as possible. "Usually it's...talking to me. Making me do things. But...it stopped, just now." She stared at him with a helpless look. "I...I'm so sorry," she whispered, making sure her lip trembled just a little.
"It's alright," he said cautiously, still not taking a step toward her.
She seemed sincere, sure, but like he'd been told ever since he got here, if a killer tried to suddenly act all friendly, nine times out of ten it was a trick. Maybe once in a while, they'd get a trial where the killer genuinely didn't give a shit. It seemed to happen quite a bit with the Ghostface, where he'd follow them around and bounce up and down like an idiot. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She blinked rapidly again, feigning tears as she shook her head wordlessly. "I don't know what we'd even talk about," she stuttered, dropping the mask to the ground. "I-I've hurt so many people. But it doesn't let me feel anything but...anger. And hunger." She took in a shuddering breath, looking up to him with a fearful glance as he refused to approach her. "O-oh, um, wait." She unstrapped the hidden blade from her jacket and tossed it onto the mask before taking a step away from it.
Adam eased a little seeing that she was now unarmed, and took a step towards her. "Well, the way I see it, you can always choose to reject your feelings, right? They don't need to rule you. You're doing it right now, aren't you?"
She glanced up at him through her lashes, a puppy-dog look on her face."I don't know. The anger is gone. But the hunger isn't. I don't know how long it'll leave me with it." She had originally planned to think of something deeply embarrassing to create a flush around her face, but to her surprise, when he approached she reddened naturally. He had a strong jaw and studious eyes that gave her a little spark of nerves that perhaps he'd see through her, but the way he stepped closer assuaged the fear a bit.
She seemed surprised as he extended a hand to her. "Well. What can I do to help with that feeling? I get the idea there's probably not much to eat here," he joked, hoping the tension would be eased a bit.
She bit her lower lip as she reached out to him, touching his fingertips with hers curiously. "Not...that kind of hunger," she murmured, glancing away in girlish embarrassment that she thought was false but felt much more real than she was comfortable with.
Adam cocked his head, a thrill going up his spine. "I guess my question still stands, then. What can I do for you? I don't even think I've gotten your name...?"
She licked her lips, suddenly aware that she was maybe not in her prettiest or most presentable state. "I'm...Amanda. That's my name," she said softly, as if she was remembering it. "What's yours?"
"Adam," he responded, noting that it seemed to take her a second to tell him her name. Did the Entity make them forget their names...? The possibility made him a little sad. "Adam Francis."
"Adam," she echoed. The name sparked memories of another foolish man, one she still felt immense guilt over. But this man seemed kind, not self-absorbed. She hadn't known very many kind men. She had to remind herself what she was supposed to do. "I don't want to hurt you, Adam," she said with a little shuddering breath. "Or your friends."
"Then why do you?" Blunt, but it gave her less opportunities for deception. He hoped.
She sniffled, allowing a tear to drop at the perfect moment. "It...it tells me you deserve it. That you don't...that you don't deserve to live. That you didn't appreciate life before...this. That I didn't..."
Her mouth snapped shut as if a different kind of trap pried into her bones to seal her. She didn't mean to say that last part, even if it was something she still felt agonizing guilt over. The scars on her arms hidden by the red jacket still on her body reminded her of it so brutally that she never removed it, no matter how hot or uncomfortable she became - which, thankfully, was less than in reality. But...she supposed a little truth would sell the lie.
"...I didn't. So, my punishment is to give punishment."
"I see." Adam absentmindedly linked his fingers into hers. She pulled back a little before allowing the motion. "What does it mean by that?"
She wasn't entirely sure if the way he drew closer to her was a purposeful tactic to get a better read on her or a natural response to physical contact. This was the closest she'd been to another human being for any reason other than slicing them open. Was it true for him, too? A stirring of loneliness ached in her chest. Loneliness and greed. Amanda never wanted anyone who couldn't give her something in return. His touch against her skin certainly made her hope he could give her something.
"Wasted potential," she answered honestly. "We're only given so long. It could end in an instant. And...we took that for granted." She glanced up at him, then back down herself. "And now it gave us what we wanted. Endless time. But no potential. We can't do anything that would improve ourselves. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to do for others. Nothing..." She bit her lip once she knew he was looking. "...pleasurable."
"Everyone has wasted potential. You think everyone deserves to die?" Adam retorted.
A generator pinged in the distance.
Her eyes flicked over towards the sound. She wouldn't make it over there in time if she tried to run, she wasn't fast enough - but she had limited time here. "Do you think the world deserves people who don't care if they live or die?" Her voice was soft, almost dangerously so. "People who don't take advantage of the experiences around them? Or live only to suck away at others?" Faces flashed in her memories. People in the clinic, with the same sallow skin and sunken eyes she once had. The men and women in the trials John designed who decided life wasn't worth suffering hell for. Her own face reflected in a blade and bottle of alcohol.
Amanda moved carefully into a calculated faint, collapsing against him and arching her neck to keep her eyes on his. My, he was tall, and even more handsome up close; her fingers pressed against his chest lightly. "I don't want to lose any chance of living that I have left," she said with a quiet, needy voice. "What about you?" She silently thanked the mastermind of these trials for giving her such attractive, gullible prey.
His hand slid down to catch her wrist, and her face flashed dangerously before resuming her sullen, quiet demeanor. "Who are you to decide what the world deserves?" Adam challenged, and her eyes narrowed. "What right do you have to decide that that means they should die?"
"Who else would?"
With a little effort, he gripped her other wrist, pulling her arms behind her and forcing her to look up at him.
"But you're right. We should... live, while we can."
Her heartbeat quickened as his hands clasped around her wrists, and she couldn't help the tiniest smirk to slip through her facade. There was something calculating in the way he was looking at her, something she wasn't used to most men doing when she put herself in this position. Most men were easy enough to bring in with a pretty smile and thick lashes. But this one...this one was actively trying to solve her.
Maybe this could be a game. How long could they keep their charades up? A thrill ran through her and she pressed her chest into his.
"...how would you suggest we do that?" She purred.
She was clever, Adam had to admit. Keeping her wrists pinned behind her with one hand, he used the other to reach for the zipper of her coat.
"I have some thoughts," he replied, a small smile in his voice.
Amanda fluttered her eyelashes enticingly, but she secretly hoped he wouldn't make her see her scars. Existential dread and disappointment weren't exactly turn-ons. "Actions speak louder."
He tugged down on the jacket enough to reveal the top of her chest and part of her shirt, but she jerked away before he could pull it further. With a quick kick backwards to toss off her shoes, she bent her knees to lower herself against his body with a glance down to indicate what she wanted.
Adam released her wrists, putting his palms out in a defeated stance. He didn't know why she didn't want him to take her jacket off, but whatever kept her from killing him.
Once released, she dropped to her knees, hands exploring the front of his suit pants. She found his belt and undid it, glancing up at him occasionally to... gauge his reaction, maybe? Adam was still suspicious of her, but nodded for her to continue.
The eagerness of her movements surprised her, as did the way her legs trembled in excited anticipation as she pulled the belt away. Even though this was still a kind of exchange of her body for goods, this was much, much more stimulating than any of the men she used to proposition.
With a glance up at him, she undid the fasten of his pants and opened it just enough for her to press her lips against the cloth concealing him.
Adam could feel himself swelling under the feeling of her mouth against him, and he let out a breathy laugh as he felt her smile a little. Maybe she was enjoying this, sincerely?
"Y'know... we haven't even had a proper date yet." She stopped, and he continued, "My uncle always told me it was only polite to take a girl out for dinner before you made any moves."
"Only nice girls expect that," she huffed as she continued kissing around him, her breathing deepening as she felt him stiffen. "I haven't expected it in a long time." Her fingers came up around the front band of his boxers and gripped it tightly, impatience driving her to open her mouth and sigh warmly against him.
"How long has it been since you've been a nice girl, huh?"
He reached down to help her out, pulling his boxers down and freeing himself, allowing his cock to flop against her face. She gasped, his erection laid across one side so it obscured her eye. Her eyelash brushed against him as she let out a shuddering breath and licked her smirking lips.
"Longer than I can remember." One hand went up to his base as she stroked her tongue along his shaft, enjoying the low sighs leaving his mouth. She ended on his tip, speaking closely so her lips brushed against him. "I don't think you want one, anyway."
"Ahh, y'know, there was the dream of getting a nice girl in Japan while I taught there, settling down, but then... well." That had been a long time ago, anyway.
Amanda looked up at him curiously as she took him between her lips, studying him closely as she went halfway down before pulling back to her prior position. "So you are a teacher," she commented, a little amused.
Ah, shit, that had been too much information. Not that he really knew what she could even do with it, but it probably wasn't wise to get too personal here.
"Yeah. I was."
"It's a little obvious," she said with a quiet laugh before she went down again with the silly thought that her teenage self would've been inconsolably horny if she knew she'd ever blow a hot teacher. She turned her tongue around his cock and slowly blinked up at him alluringly.
"Hmm," he hummed, half inquiring what she meant and half pure pleasure at how her mouth felt around him.
The last time he'd felt this, it was illicit, knowing if they were caught that both of them would be fired and he'd be a homewrecker. But they hadn't, and it had gone on for a long time. Too long, he thought grimly.
With a sigh, he placed a hand on her head, rustling her messy hair and pushing his hips out. She gagged, and pulled back off of him, but looked up with a drooling smile.
"I watched you talk to the boys." She licked his shaft again as she pulled the zipper of her red jacket all the way down and undid the belt around her waist. Maybe he wouldn't take her jacket off if he had her bottom half to pay attention to. "Not something you can turn off? Even here?"
"I guess not," he responded absentmindedly, glancing down to see her jacket unzipped. She had a shirt underneath, the same color as the jacket, that rode up high on her torso and showed off the barest hint of her tummy. The thought of kissing it flashed through his mind before he saw her unbuttoning her jeans.
She kissed his tip with a little swirl of her tongue before she stood, wiggling out of her jeans but leaving the black g-string underneath. The smallest hint of annoyance came through in a little huff as she had to stand on her tiptoes to even attempt to reach his lips.
Adam hesitated a moment, before kneeling down a little to allow her to kiss him. This was strange, and he knew it was, but at the same time he somehow didn't care. This woman had killed him and his friends plenty of times before, and here she was, in her underwear, kissing him. It was the strangest thing he'd ever had happen to him, and Adam had been through a lot.
Amanda sighed against his lips despite the nagging feeling that she would lose her focus if she gave herself completely over to him. She couldn't ignore the primal need for touch she had starved herself of even before she was enveloped by the fog. His cock twitched against her stomach, and she laced her fingers around his neck to pull herself further from the ground and bring him even closer to her groin.
Reaching down, Adam grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her up with little effort and feeling her wrap her legs around him. With her arms secured around his neck he kept his hold solid, but he could tell she wasn't used to not having her feet on the ground.
"Can you be vulnerable, for just a second?"
Her heart raced as she looked over her shoulder; from where he held her the ground seemed much further away than she thought it would. She silently chided herself for being afraid of such a small height when she had been through so much nightmarish shit, but the only thing that scared her more in that moment was his request. She opened her mouth to protest. Vulnerable? She had been vulnerable all her life, and it didn't give her anything but pain and heartache. If she let him, he wouldn't give her anything but, either.
But she noted the headache had long gone. Whatever this was doing for it, it would be in her best interest to continue.
She nodded in a small, nervous motion.
A genuine smile crossed Adam's face and he planted a kiss on her cheek, which seemed to take her a second to process. Holding her with one hand, he held his member in the other, pressing against one side of her thong.
"Are you ready, or should I...?"
Her breathing quickened as his cock came closer to her entrance. The hunger she feigned earlier materialized into a true desire for him to move inside her. Even so...she wasn't sure she could take him all the way yet, and she had to compose herself so her expression wasn't quite so nervous. "I'd like a little attention," she breathed.
"Understood," Adam replied, and carried her over to the desk. He set her down gently, her arms still locked tightly around his neck. "If you let go, I can give you that attention you want."
She released him once she was completely certain she was on something solid, the long jacket trailing beneath her and off the desk as she placed her hands behind her. Only then did she realize that he was now in a position where he could see the deep scars on her inner thighs.
Adam discarded his jacket and kicked off the pants from around his ankles. As he undid the buttons of his vest and pulled away his tie, he saw her lean back on her hands, her eyes carefully fixed on his body. It was a hungry gaze, one he wasn't afraid of. As he saw her fingers tracing along the edge of her underwear, he felt the intense need to have his mouth there.
Once he'd undressed himself completely and discarded his shoes, he approached her, nodding as she patted her dampening lips through the fabric. His eyes wandered along her skin, nearly pausing at the repeating lines on the inside of her legs. Stretch marks, maybe, although they didn't look quite right.
"Now, try to be quiet when I do this..."
Amanda chuckled, although it didn't sound as sarcastic as she thought she'd make it. "That'll depend on - ah!"
Holding her panties aside, Adam began licking at her lips and felt her already-slick entrance gush a little. She tasted good, for someone who spent most of her time running around. He briefly wondered if the Entity had done that, and further, why it was allowing this, but he brushed it aside.
She squeezed her mouth shut and tilted her hips forward, leaning on one hand to bring the other against the back of his head. Little groans still hummed from her throat as she breathed out rapidly through her nose. She couldn't remember the last time any man had done this - was it as long ago as before prison? After that, she usually didn't sleep with anyone who cared enough to prepare her. The act was usually over and done with quickly. A quick exchange for the drugs she needed like air or water; about as much as she needed his tongue to keep moving against her. "Sh-shit," she stammered as her toes curled.
Adam hummed against her lips, tracing letters against them, spelling out a secret phrase only he would know. Maybe he was saying something foolish, maybe a prayer that this wouldn't end with his guts on the ground, something to keep to his own. She bucked a little, and he brought his hands up to hold her hips down. "Steady," he murmured against her.
Her eyes flew up to the ceiling as he spoke against her, his hands grasping her, and panted out a pitiful attempt at an apology before she bucked into him again. "Slow down!"
"Why should I," he whispered, hand stroking her inner thigh. "Did you ever take it easy on us? Maybe this is your punishment for that?"
"Don't get cocky," she hissed out between gasps, snapping her legs shut around his head as a warning.
The pressure from her thighs made Adam all the more insistent on dragging out her pleasure, and he started to part her lips with his tongue, sliding the blade of it inside in a search for her clit.
She inhaled sharply with a sound like a squeak as his tongue wandered, clutching his head in her thighs tighter as his tongue slowly coaxed her. Her eyes shut as she whined, the one hand touching his hair moving quickly to her mouth to silence herself. He seemed amused by her noises and quickly flicked around the spot, setting fire to her nerves. This was so much, it was too much all at once, she didn't know how to keep herself quiet - "S-stop!"
Adam looked up at her, her belly heaving with deep breaths. "You ready, then?"
She shot him an annoyed look, but nodded as she released his head and opened herself to him. A little flutter exploded in her stomach as he stared down her body; for a man with such a restrained profession, he didn't behave particularly restrained.
As he lined himself up with her, he leaned down to her face, lips hovering an inch or so from hers. "May I?"
Her brows furrowed. Her initial kiss was simply a way of keeping his attention. This was a request for something more passionate than she was used to. Not to mention more courteous, considering most men simply pushed themselves onto her. She nodded, though, as the blood around her entrance made her throb and ache.
Adam kissed her deeply as he pushed himself inside her, hoping the kiss would distract her from any pain she might feel. Her body resisted for just a second before he slipped in and made it nearly half his length.
Amanda made a low groan that originated from her stomach as he entered, all at once too much and not enough for her to handle. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders once more and she scooted further down the desk with greedy impatience. "More," she panted.
"Only if you're sure." He pushed further in, feeling himself reach her back wall with about an inch to go. "I... I think that's it."
She whined in frustration; she wanted all of him, but this position wouldn't allow it any further. "Fine," she growled, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in just a hint closer. "Lay back, then."
"Where do you want me to go?" From what Adam could see, there wasn't anywhere here that he could lie down on, except... the floor?
"Lay back," she insisted, annoyed she had to repeat herself. "Anywhere, just do it." She knew her little act probably wasn't fooling him anymore as it fell away, but all she cared about was getting the release that felt so tantalizingly close. "I can't ride your dick sitting here."
Not needing to hear anything more, Adam picked her back up, immediately sitting himself down and allowing her to get on top of him. He managed to stay inside, and as his back met the ground, her hips started moving, a slight back and forth at first to get a feel for it.
He filled her better this way, even though she had to use her knees to hover over him slightly so he didn't strike too deeply. Now in better control of her body against his, she lifted herself with her legs to move herself up as she tightened around him. She couldn't go too fast, not so soon; she wasn't sure how long he would last and she desperately needed to finish. Her fingers touched around her clit while she set herself down again.
Watching her touch herself, he knew better than to interrupt her, so Adam reached up and lifted her shirt to reveal the thin bra that appeared to be more decorative than functional. Her tits were definitely bigger than he'd have guessed under the bulky coat, and they bounced nicely as she rode him. She looked down with a pining expression that prompted him to pull from the bottom of her band and allow her breasts to drop down, revealing shiny silver piercings on her nipples.
His eyes remained fixed on her tits as he moved his hands around them, only moving down to stroke her stomach and ribs. He paused, though, as he noticed more faint dark lines on her lower abdomen. It reminded him of a scar on his coworker's stomach, the one he had the affair with - she said it was a cesarean scar. But no, these weren't surgical. A twist of concern pulled in his guts as his eyes flicked between her thighs and her stomach, as did a sudden memory of carefully noticing which students wore bulky sweaters in the hot summer months to hide their forearms from their peers.
She sucked in her stomach to pull away from his fingers; she'd hoped he'd be fixated on her chest rather than her stomach, but his eyes didn't leave the streaks of self-inflicted scars. Her hips moved a little quicker with her fingers. Maybe she could get them both to finish before he tried to take off the jacket -
One of his hands reached up and touched her face tenderly.
"It's okay. You don't need to hide it from me."
Her brows furrowed and she slowed a little.
"I know it doesn't really matter what I think, but it's not something to be ashamed of. Really."
Amanda's face flushed scarlet. "Really," she echoed softly, a tremble in her voice. He was absolutely right, it didn't matter what he thought, so why was he saying anything? Her movements became rougher, almost angry, as she defiantly ripped the jacket off her body. "This isn't something to be ashamed of?"
Now the scars from the needles, the razors, the blades - all in plain view, a damning judgement from herself onto her own body for its worthless desires and failures. "Just another fucking user from the gutter," she hissed, even as she squeezed down around him, "no matter what anyone did to try and prove otherwise."
He sucked in a breath as she clamped down, but brought his hand up to her stomach, placing his palm flat against her belly. "That's in the past. Whatever you did, it doesn't matter here. You had your reasons."
Her breath shuddered at his touch, and she leaned into his fingers as she lifted her hips and crashed them against his. "A dog always goes back to its own vomit," she panted, hands coming up his chest to touch his collarbone. "You can change the poison. Not the symptoms." Amanda was acutely aware that this particular philosophical debate would be better suited for when her voice wasn't so ragged and breathless, but if they were going to have it, now was the time.
His hand wandered up, the second one joining slowly behind; one ended up on her cheek, the other cupping her breast, massaging it tenderly. "You never had anyone to help you, did you? To be there for you."
Amanda bucked her hips, his thumb hooked into her mouth and muffling the moan she made.
"Ahn," a pathetic noise, she thought, as she felt the teacher's other hand pinch her perked up nipple. She didn't need his sympathy so late. It was painful enough for her pride to be in this position at all, as thrilling as it was to be in control of a man in a way other than splattering his blood across the dirt. She had hardened herself into a version of herself that was worthy of living, baptized into a new life by her beloved mentor; even if she had failed him in life she hadn't lost the sense of strength against those around her that he gifted her.
But somewhere deep within her, hidden even to herself, a softness must've kept itself. Even as she tried to glare down at the man that dared to pity her, a shaking breath interrupted a soft whine as a hot tear dripped down her jaw.
Adam slowed, the sight of her glistening eyes giving him pause. She'd been through a lot, that much was clear; to end up here, in her position, she had to. He moved his hand down to hers on his chest. She didn't resist as he pulled it to his face, inspecting the dark scar on her wrist. He pressed his lips to the line and felt her shudder on him violently before his own fingers returned to her face.
"Maybe you're not as deserving of hate as you think, Amanda." He wiped a tear from her cheek before sliding his finger back in her mouth, and she kissed it.
There might've been a time where the aching loneliness that weighed her chest down would've overwhelmed her to fall away in despair, but she had learned to live with it as her own personal hell within hell. Instead, she took the anguished emotions by the hand, driving herself to enjoy every blissful moment she had with him, even if she knew she had to kill him some time. Just...maybe not this time.
Amanda craned her neck, trying to reach his lips as she bent herself over and slowed her pace, arms reaching around his shoulders.
Adam reached up, lifting his upper torso to her, her lips cracked and dry against his own as he met her in a warm, tender kiss. She sniffled a little as they pulled apart, only to come back together a moment later, her hips pulling up and the feeling of being swallowed again as she dropped all he could sense besides her mouth on his.
Something about their kiss overwhelmed her thoughts and the blood rushing around her entrance, and even though the ping of another generator would've normally alerted her, the only sounds she was aware of were the soft slaps of their skin meeting and her quiet gasps as she edged close.
He reached down between them and gently stroked circles around the small spot he knew would make her feel the best.
She exhaled rapidly against his lips, eyes shut tightly in anticipation. "Ah…!" Amanda muffled her own pleading cries against his neck, leaving marks of drool against him as she begged for her release. "Please...please...!" She tried to move her hips so he could reach her clit and pound into her at the same time, but her begs became frustrated growls as her climax remained elusive. No, no, she needed to finish, she needed to remember what that rush felt like, she needed him to…
With another irritated groan, she sat back up and snatched his hand away from her clit up to her neck as he stared, bewildered. Her hand around his wrist was a little painful, and she couldn't seem to form a sentence between her gasps. "I... what do you want me to do?" He asked warily.
"Choke me!" She hissed, clutching at his hands to wrap them fully around her throat. Just her luck, getting the one man who wouldn't even think of this as an option, but she needed him to be unkind to her for just a moment. His eyes widened. "Fucking choke me," she snarled, her movements quick and sloppy as she bounced. "Fucking...just...I've killed you idiots so many times, t-tap into that." She squeezed his fingers to indicate how hard he needed to press, admittedly harder than most would be comfortable with in the best of circumstances.
Adam hesitated a second, not sure of what to do, before he remembered the last time he'd been in a trial with her.
Bleeding out on a hook with a trap on his head. Poor Cheryl below him, crawling desperately towards the hatch that had just opened. She was so, so close to getting out - only for the Pig to stroll up, not even bothering to silence herself, terrifying Cheryl with her approach. Cheryl sobbed as Amanda slammed the hatch in her face and picked her up with a laugh, staring up at Adam tauntingly as he was sacrificed on the hook.
Gritting his teeth at the memory, Adam squeezed and heard her choke, but her mouth opened in a smile and he felt her pussy constrict him.
Fuck yes, this was exactly what she needed, the feeling of his fingers threatening to destroy her at the same time that he pounded into her bringing an overwhelming heat to her face and chest as she made strangled, ecstatic moans. "Fuh...fuh…"
Her vision grayed around the edges as she moved one hand down to her clit and the other up to his hands, touching him softly so he wouldn't remove them from her. She coughed out a desperate, sob-sigh noise as her eyes rolled back and she came around him, her hips rocking unsteadily as she rode it out. His hands loosened just enough for her to fully enjoy the overwhelming rush of her hot slit soaking him.
Adam groaned, her satisfied sounds telling him he'd soothed her for a moment. Both his hands gripped her hips as he felt himself finish with his head leaned back and eyes clouded. Amanda squeezed him as his cock pulsed, enticing him to empty himself fully into her.
As his breath slowed and he felt himself come down, she laid her body on top of his in a sort of embrace.
Warm breath hovered around her face as she exhaled against his throat. She shifted herself so she could look up at him, his eyes closed and a smile playing at his lips.
Interestingly, mingling with the relaxed glow of her climax was the distinct feeling that the thing she served was pleased, somehow, for the moment. She wasn't sure how long that would last.
"Thank you," she murmured against his skin, nuzzling into his shoulder. She kissed his neck before she tumbled away from him and sat up, pulling her shirt down and adjusting her underwear to its proper place.
Adam sat up, arms propped behind him to recline himself as he watched her hurriedly get dressed. "So, uh... I guess that's it, and now you kill me?"
She lifted her eyes up to the ceiling for a moment, not bothering to maintain her waifish facade. "I thought you liked me," she huffed with a scarlet flush around her cheeks. "So rude. I even let you cum inside, too."
Adam flushed, using his coat to wipe himself off before standing unsteadily and pulling on his pants. "S-Sorry," he stuttered, caught off guard by her playful response. "...Why did you let me do that, anyway? Won't you...?" Actually, he didn't know what would happen here.
She looked over her shoulder as she pulled her jeans back on, pursing her lips as she smiled. The bashful, flirtatious expression felt strange after so long giving nothing but glares and the occasional cruel laugh. "I mean...I am ovulating," she said softly, before she snickered at his horrified reaction. "I'm fucking with you. I haven't had to worry about that since I got here. I'm pretty sure we're okay." She laughed a little again, giving a shrug as she fastened her belt. "If you knew how long it's been for me, you'd know I would've let you do pretty much anything you wanted. You were good, too."
Adam shifted his weight awkwardly, pulling his arms back through the sleeves of his jacket. "Uh, thank you... I think. You were too." She was cute when she smiled, he thought. He wished she'd do that more often and not try killing them.
Amanda readjusted her sleeves and pulled her coat on, flashing him an arrogant smile. "I could tell." She pulled the elastic band holding up her ponytail and shook her hair out upside down, flipping it back to retie it. It really was a shame they were on opposite sides. He seemed so naively sweet, despite everything. She wondered what he did when they weren't in a trial together. Did he have any company? Or was he alone, like her? She wondered if she could convince her Master to allow for some "playtime," someday. Later. When she needed it again.
"For what it's worth, I think you're very nice." She waited until he had turned around, looking for his tie, to reattach her blade beneath her sleeve. Once he turned back, she picked up the latex mask from the ground and walked over to him, careful to make her motions as un-predatory as possible. Maybe she could get away with one more kiss goodbye?
Adam pulled back a little, noting that she had her mask in hand. "Amanda... you're going to go back out there and kill them, aren't you?"
She frowned, her brows scrunched in mild annoyance. "It's nothing personal. It -"
Whatever she was about to say, she never finished. One generator started across the field followed by another close by, a blast of horns signalling the gates were ready to power up. Amanda heard footsteps behind her, by the door, and she slammed the mask over her head, giving Adam a look that for just a moment seemed remorseful.
Tapp stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the Pig, already half-crouched in a ready stance. The teacher stood behind the killer, eyes wide at Tapp's sudden entrance.
"Zep!" Tapp shouted, and the Pig tilted its head. "I should have killed you when I had the chance, you son of a bitch! But guess what? We're both here now, and you can't hurt anyone on the outside ever again!"
Adam had no idea what the detective was talking about, but he saw Amanda's shoulders shake, as if she was laughing. Did these two have some sort of connection? Tapp seemed to know the Pig, at least.
Amanda kept her laughter quiet as she looked at the older man, a ferocious grin spreading across her face. She looked back at Adam once, gave him a little shrug of her shoulders, and dashed forward at the detective with her blade extended from her jacket sleeve.
Tapp wasn't about to make the same mistake as he had before, and dodged skillfully to the side, allowing the Pig to pass by and out the door. It seemed to take this as its cue that it should be pressuring the exit gates, and gave a quick flick of its blade before stalking off.
"That bastard," Tapp spat, turning to Adam. "You alright, there, teach?"
Adam shook his head to clear it before responding. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine."
Amanda let out a breathy sigh as crept towards the exit gates, ready to crouch and silence herself at a moment's notice. But before she could do anything to them, she needed to check something. She whipped around a pile of crushed vehicles and felt her cheeks rise in a satisfied smile. Sitting in a corner, lit candles decorated the ground beneath a Hex Totem constructed out of sticks and bones.
- ️-
"C'mon, dude," Quentin muttered, looking around himself nervously. His lips were still sore from the trap the Pig had placed over his head; he only just managed to rip it off his head with the key he sliced his hands open to get to. He would've pulled the lever himself if Steve hadn't insisted he didn't use his mangled appendages, even though they both knew they'd heal soon.
Steve clapped his hand against his leg as he pressed the lever of the gate down, willing it to power up faster. "I got it, I got it! I thought glasses taught you how to be encouraging and shit, not bitch at me!"
The younger boy growled in frustration as he paced around Steve, hoping he'd see movement in the fog that belonged to their teammates and not the masked killer. "Sorry, sorry."
Tapp jogged towards the gate, Adam right behind, and the teacher pulled ahead as they saw the two boys powering it up. "Hey!" Adam called out, a hand up to greet them. "Good work, guys. You get all the totems out?"
Quentin shook his head, looking past the two men with worried eyes. "We got...four?" He looked back at Steve, who nodded. "Four. We couldn't find the last one, and...and we couldn't find you, so Tapp told us to get the gate."
Adam nodded, a little nervous but overall fairly confident they'd be alright. "Good, that's good. We'll make it." Tapp felt his spine tingle, a second too late.
The gate split open just as Amanda drove her blade into the detective's side, letting out a guttural sound from the back of her throat. The crunch of bone and tendons ripping apart told her he was out for the count, as did his agonized bellow of pain. The two boys looked back in horror, and the taller one ran towards the man she downed just as Adam slammed his hand against his chest to stop him.
Amanda puffed a strand of hair away from her face as she looked on in the small holes of the mask. Such a shame.
Adam grimaced, watching Tapp struggle on the ground, slowly crawling away from her. He knew he couldn't help him, the rush of a kill would be too much for Amanda to just... let him get Tapp off the ground. Plus, now that they knew a Hex Totem was in play, any kind of altruism was tantamount to suicide. "Go," he muttered to the boys, and Quentin scoffed incredulously.
"We can't just leave him, we-"
"We have no choice!" Adam interrupted, whipping to face the shorter boy. "Go, now."
Quentin readied himself to shout at the teacher, anger and frustration and horror widening his eyes and mouth, but Steve stepped back and waved his hand to the gate.
"Do what he says, Quent!"
He looked back and forth for a moment, but finally tore himself away from the older survivors and ran out the gate with Steve ahead of him.
Amanda made a strange, strangled hissing sound as Adam made no movement to go immediately. She guarded Tapp's body beneath her with a territorial stomp as he spat blood out, cursing her out for blocking his way.
"...Maybe I was wrong about you." Adam turned, shaking his head with a pained expression, and followed the two younger boys towards the campfire.
Tapp coughed, blood splattering the ground.
"The hell... is he... talking about?"
Amanda growled, angry at the man beneath her for interrupting what could've been a pleasant goodbye, for following her into this hellscape, for almost ruining John's game, for simply existing in a system that only ever hurt her -
And then she laughed. She laughed, loud enough so he could hear how high-pitched it was.
"...What the fuck?" Tapp choked. This wasn't the Jigsaw Killer at all, the voice was too high, too feminine; it certainly wasn't the man who'd killed him either.
Sweet, pleasurable, masochistic energy coursed through her veins as she laughed louder, ending in a loud exhale of near-disappointment. "You're only mostly right, Detective," Amanda sighed, pulling up the mask and allowing it to fall to the ground that began to burn beneath them. She relished in the horror of the growing white around his pupils and the hanging of his jaw. "I should've been Jigsaw. It should've been me." She smiled at him, tilting her head to one side. "I told you. He helped me."
"...Mandy?"
"Hi, Detective." She raised her fist, stabbing into his extended palm and ripping the bones out as he attempted to flinch away from her. "It's been a while."
Tapp's head exploded in pain, his hand split apart from the middle and a loud scream that he barely heard himself make, shredding his vocal chords. There was no way, this had to be a bad dream. Amanda Young? The addict that had escaped Jigsaw's game?
His thoughts were cut short by her blade slicing through his throat.
Amanda's chest heaved, her lungs pulling in dirty air around her as the trial burned away. By the sensation in her head, her Master was quite pleased, considering she'd only killed one of them. It must be happy that I did...that.
She probably wouldn't attempt it again any time soon. It was more work than just killing them. She didn't get the feeling Adam would be as receptive to her next time, either. She chewed on her lip as she watched Tapp's body disappear below her, looking out the gate wistfully. If she could've done it again, maybe she would've kept the act up a little better.
Even so. She touched around her throat where Adam's fingers squeezed her, and smiled to herself as she kicked the shadowy remnants of the detective. She would still consider this her most successful trial, personally, for quite some time.
Her fingers tingled as she burned away, staring out the gate just in case she caught a glimpse of him running. She let out another, long sigh as her smile widened.
"Game over."