I see nothing in your eyes and the more I see, the less I like. Is it over yet in my head? I know nothing of your kind and I won't reveal your evil mind. Is it over yet? I can't win. So sacrifice yourself and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way, get away please. You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You gotta fight just to make it through. Cause I will be the death of you.
"…what's up with your arms? Try to off yourself again? Oh no, perhaps it was rug burn from what you John do that's 'important'."
"Mark…why do you insist on tormenting me every chance you get?" She peered over her shoulder at Hoffman who was leaning against the doorway, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched her very carefully. She saw him grin at her question, rather content with the idea that he was essentially tormenting her. Stepping into the room, she watched his every move as he pulled a chair out from the table in the room she was sitting in and sat down backwards on it, leaning against the back of the chair. They were both waiting for John and Amanda to bring down all the pieces needed to finish up the construction of the trap and she technically wasn't going to be able to help with much, but John preferred she stay within his view with the issues going on with Hoffman and Amanda both in regards to her very presence here. "Are you waiting for an explanation or just being the token asshole you always are?"
Hoffman smirked and shook his head, pointing at her arms covered in bandages "I'm waiting for an answer."
"…we're not supposed to even be talking to one another, or did you forget that?" Sighing, she looked back at the table she was sitting at, tapping her fingers on it, but the way he was burning a hole in her with his stare, she couldn't help but to make eye contact with him and saw the glimmer of fire that was hidden.
"It's just a question. Stop being John fucking pet and get your own personality."
"I have my own personality asshole, that's why I don't care to keep your fucking company."
"Well I can chain you to the fucking table in here and make due with the time we have alone and break you in two or you can have a simple conversation with me, you choose." Grinning he went to rise from the chair, watching her expression change to horror before she balled her hand up into a fist and pounded it into the table in a fit of anger, causing him to chuckle. "Temper temper…" His chiding was doing nothing but infuriating her and he smiled as he saw her close her eyes and try and focus on not being annoyed at him.
"I didn't try to off myself. Apparently I thought I was in a trap with a key in my fucking arm and was promptly searching for it with a fucking razor blade that I swore was a much bigger knife. I thought some guy was trying to force me to kill myself until I woke up and realized it was only John." She looked down at the bandages on her arms and sighed, fingering them lightly before she heard the detective clear his throat to get her attention. Turning to look at him, she pursed her lips together briefly realizing he was studying her very carefully. "…whatever you have to say, spit it the fuck out."
Chuckling at her abrasive nature in an attempt to fend him off, he stood up, dragging the chair closer and reached out quickly, grabbing her arm as he sat down. He felt her tense and try and pull away from him, jerking it harder and essentially sliding her chair right up against his. Her eyes were wide and she looked horrified, peering down at his hand, her fingers tightening into a fist as a natural reaction. Ignoring her, he brought his fingers down to her forearm, touching the bandages in places where she still had issues with bleeding through the dressing and looked up at her, grinning before pressing his fingers hard into those spots. She yelped and doubled over, reaching towards him with her other hand only to have him grab it and pull her so her face was inches from his own. He liked seeing her in pain and he put both of her small wrists into one of his hands, using the other to put a finger under her chin, watching her expression contort into anger. "…ooo, is that a little spark of anger I see there?" He felt his own hands shaking, trying desperately to control himself from losing it and massacring her right here in this room - that wouldn't go over well, John would see it and he'd be as sure as dead. Before he did anything else he heard the door open, letting go of her wrists and essentially felt her loop her foot around the leg of his chair but before he could stand up, she yanked as hard as she could, sending him toppling to the floor.
She didn't look at him as she looked up at John and Amanda entering the room, however she didn't have to look at Hoffman to realize he was absolutely fuming angry at the fact she just made him face plant into concrete. John eyeballed them both curiously before Hoffman got to his feet. John motioned for him to help Amanda before taking the chair that was now tipped over on the floor and picking it up, setting it down next to Michelle as she watched him and sitting down next to her. They made eye contact briefly and she simply smiled before they both turned their attention back to the two putting the trap together. John provided instructions and Michelle simply sat and watched - it wasn't really a beneficial use of her time, but all the same John felt the need to explain to her what the trap did and the importance of each piece. It took about a hour for everything to finish before they were done for the day and all headed upstairs. Amanda and John were the first two to leave, Hoffman and Michelle the last and Hoffman watched her every move, almost painstakingly calculating the best way to cause her more unnecessary agony.
John had been mildly suspicious of Hoffman's behavior with Michelle, especially after the night he found her on the floor and the next day when Hoffman had an unnecessary lump on the side of his head, but he kept his suspicions to himself for the time being. He looked over his shoulder to see the two of them had stopped and were staring each other down quietly. He was watching to make sure Hoffman didn't do anything he could use as an excuse to put him in a trap and placed a hand on Amanda's shoulder to stop her in her tracks for a moment. Amanda had also turned to face the direction John was, watching carefully as they could see both their mouths moving but they were talking quietly so neither of them would hear. Whatever was said must have pissed Michelle off as she turned quickly, Hoffman sporting a smirk. She was quickly next to John before passing him even though he reached out for her to stop her - it was the first time she shrugged John's hand away and ignored him. Sighing he brushed a hand over his face, glaring at Hoffman who shrugged before John turned and followed in the direction she went.