Oh yeah this one's M rated. And kind of dark.
I'm not sure where this inspiration comes from.
Remember, no flames thanks.
Rest in me and I'll comfort you. I have lived and I died for you. Abide in me and I vow to you I will never forsake you. They'll never see, I'll never be. I struggled on and on to feed this hunger burning deep inside of me.
As she started to come out of her final cycle of sleep her fingers flexed a bit, groaning as her head lulled side to side. She felt strangely weary and tried to bring her hands to face to rub at her still closed eyes only to realize that…well she couldn't move her arms at all. Pulling a bit, still groggy and in a daze, she fingered the cold metal fastened around both her wrists, looped around a couple times. Finally she managed to open her eyes but she saw absolutely nothing but darkness. For a moment she panicked, wondering if something had happened and she went blind but that would be silly - she had perfect vision. Trying to move her mouth she realized that she not only was bound by the wrists but she had a gag in her mouth, the gritty feeling of the fabric in her mouth was frightening and confusing all the same. Pulling harder on the chain, she winced before trying to shout for help with nothing but a muffled mumble. Trying to move her legs wasn't going to happen either as she could feel something cold and metal around her ankles…what the hell? She heard the buzz of lights coming on and realized, without a doubt, she was blindfolded, not in the dark. …what the hell was going on here? She felt a chill across her skin and realized that on top of being bound, blindfolded, and gagged she was completely naked. She could feel the cold metal of the table underneath of her, grunting as she pulled violently on the chain, fighting desperately in her state of panic. Oh fuck, someone's in here with me. The voice was strange and slightly unfamiliar to her at the moment - deep and dark, husky and gritty, and overall well masked. She never even remembered being moved and what about John?! Did he seriously sleep through this late night abduction?!
"I wouldn't suggest that. All you're going to manage to do is cause yourself pain. Unless that's what you want." Whoever it was speaking to her, she could hear the sound of their boots as they approached, their fingers brushing against her cheek and causing her to tense uncomfortably at the feel of what seemed to be gloves. Michelle couldn't speak, but she sure as hell was swearing through the barrier of the gag in her mouth, hearing the person in the room with her chuckle. She could feel their breath on her neck, freezing uncomfortably as the only senses available to her right now were touch and hearing. "…there are rules, listen carefully, though listening is really all you can do. You don't have any way to get out of your restraints and in a few minutes I will turn off the lights in the room and remove your blindfold and gag. I suggest you do as your told and do not make an unnecessary amount of noise because no one can hear but me. So you may be asking yourself…what's the point of this trap? What are you learning?" She heard a devious chuckle before she heard the sound of the light switch being hit in the room and surely darkness cloaked her and everything around her now "I will show you."
She felt the blindfold come off and shortly following the gag was pulled down to settle around her neck. Peering around in the darkness, she turned her head side to side trying desperately to get her eyes to adjust, but this was a room that seemed to be so well enclosed that there was no way in hell light could even filter under the door. "Hoffman I swear to fucking god if this is you and I get out of this alive I will slit your fucking throat so help me!!! Let me go!" She tensed at the laughter she heard, uncomfortable at the fact that her attacker had absolutely no concerns about her getting out alive. She pulled hard on the chain again, whimpering at the pain of the chains digging into her skin and the strain on her wrists. She couldn't move any part of her body, how the hell was she supposed to get herself out of this tra--oh shit, it had to be Hoffman or Amanda intending for her NOT to get out but what did this thing do? As the footsteps started to advance towards her again, she jerked her head to the side, cringing at the single light that snapped on above her head and almost blinded her due to it's location in her visual field. Blinking a couple times to get the multi-colored spots out of her retinas and to focus again, she noted that whoever this person was was standing at the end of the table dressed in the black and red robes, the hood pulled over their head to conceal their face. It was certainly a man, much too tall to be Amanda and that frightened her. After what happened with what she saw, there was a very good chance that Hoffman was planning on getting even and since the man was wearing gloves, she had a bad feeling that bleeding would be involved.
From between her parted legs, the figure picked up a knife that glinted off the light above her. She whimpered involuntarily and started to fight against her restraints, throwing her head back when she was unsuccessful. "Hoffman…christ Hoffman stop please! Look if John--" within an instant her captor was beside her again at her head, brushing the back of his hand against her cheek and chuckling as she jerked her head away defiantly. She watched as the blade of the knife was brought to her cheek and the pressed hard against her skin, causing her to wince and hiss between clenched teeth as she felt it sink into her skin. It was quickly pulled away, her blood covering the tip before her attacker leaned down, pressing his lips against the superficial cut. She tried to jerk away, but a firm hand with the knife still in it, pressed against the other side of her face as she felt their tongue slide across her cheek. She shuddered at the sensation and cringed a bit as she felt the lips of the man curl into a small smirk before they stepped back. Bringing the knife back to her skin he very slowly with a small amount of pressure drug it down between her breasts before circling both with the tip and bringing it down to her belly button, across her thighs to the most sensitive part of her body between her legs. Brushing the back side of the blade just barely across the lips, she heard a hitch in the breath of her attacker as she shuddered and gasped, biting her bottom lip - clearly they were watching her every move and yet she still couldn't see their face through the hood. Now she was getting panicked, uncomfortable from the beginning but it was starting to turn a lot more serious "Christ just let me go!!!"
"Not yet. There is something you must…learn from this." She looked at her attacker with rage in her eyes, watching their lips curl into a smile as they suddenly climbed up on the table between her legs. Her eyes went wide and she started to fight even more violently then before, feeling the pressure of their hands on her legs to stop her from causing herself unnecessary damage just yet. "I told you to listen to me." before she could say anything she felt the heat of their body through the cloak as they crawled on top of her, bringing a gloved hand up and placing it over her eyes. She jerked her head side to side to try and shake them off so she could see who it was doing this horrible thing to her before she felt the tip of the knife under her chin and froze to avoid impaling herself. "Good girl." something about the way those words were said got her mind racing and she felt the lips of her attacker press against her own, forcing their tongue between her lips to tangle with her own, wrapping around it and massaging it lightly before slipping out and she suddenly felt something cold on her tongue, tasting the metallic taste of her own blood as the knife was drug gently down her tongue before she felt her attacker slide off of her to the side and uncover her eyes. She was breathing hard now, her heart racing as she watched them walk to the end of the table again and set the knife down in the same place it was before. Gloved hands started to slide up the inside of her thighs, her muscles tensing as she realized there was no escape like they said - clearly if John would have been able to hear her by now he would have came to her rescue.
Reaching up with their left hand, the man pulled his right glove off, tossing it aside before doing the same with the other and then again ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs. The feel of her soft skin under their fingertips caused them to shudder visibly and she suddenly felt like hot fire was being strewn across her flesh at the sensation of their fingertips on her bare skin. Why the hell was that reaction happening? Before she could piece this puzzle together she felt their fingers brush against her opening as they climbed up between her legs. One finger slipped past her lips before withdrawing, her attacker shaking their head and smiling, speaking huskily and gritty again "Hmm, not very prepared are we?" What the fuck was Hoffman doing?! There was no other man in here that could do this except John and he wouldn't--before her thought could be completed she felt his tongue brush against her lips and her breath caught. Fingers curled into a ball as his tongue slid up and down before his lips sealed around her clit, his tongue flicking out against it as he sucked. She gasped and shivered, arching her back and moaning and felt awful for reacting this way to someone other then John - what would he say if he found out about this? As soon as they started they slipped two fingers within the depths of the heat between her legs, flexing them in unison with the movement of their tongue. Tensing, she tossed her head back and gasped before crying out, closing her eyes tightly in shame until she heard him speak again "Open your eyes, look at me."
Hesitantly she opened her eyes, but simply lay there with her mouth agape as she saw them pull down the hood and the man behind this torture, behind this strangely twisted and sick sense of erotic satisfaction was John. Essentially it was the Jigsaw side of John that craved this dark and lustful moment as he smirked at her, shrugging off the robe to expose nothing but flesh hidden underneath of it. Reaching behind him, he pulled a key from the pocket of the robe and unlocked the cuffs around her ankles, taking hold of her thighs and causing rivers of fire against her skin as he ran his fingers down them before wrapping them around his waist. Perfectly positioned, he thrusted into her warmth, watching her finally respond instead of staring at him in shock and grinned. Her legs tightened around his waist as he thrusted with a steady rhythm, gripping tightly to her butt and pulling her hard into him. He watched carefully as she pulled even harder on the chains now, moaning and shuddering underneath of him, the small trickle of blood dripping down her neck and onto the table from where the knife pierced the skin. Leaning over her, he quickly brought his lips down her own, reaching up with his free hand while thrusting aggressively into her and with skillful fingers unlocked the lock on the chains. Her arms relaxed and they both listened to the sound of the chain hitting the floor and curling up like a snake at the head of the table.
Without warning she bit down hard on his bottom lip as he pulled away, causing him to growl in response before he realized that she broke his lip open, tasting the tangy metal of his blood on her tongue. Pulling back away from her, he looked at her confused before pounding hard into her body, watching her struggle as she shuddered and finally started to scream in response, causing him to grin. She finally managed to reach up around his neck, finding the momentum to push him backwards and in turn ended up bringing her with him so she was sitting in his lap. With her legs still wrapped around his neck, she tried to glare through expressions of bliss and John couldn't help but to laugh at the power struggle she was toying with. If she wanted control, she would have to do better then that and right now Jigsaw wasn't even halfway interested in giving her any control at all over the situation. Reaching behind her, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and heard her hiss before gasping as he pressed his lips hard to her skin, the heat between them causing them both to sweat in response. Lately John had ignored the side of him that wanted nothing more then to dominate her, show her who was in charge, only to give way to the passion. Not that he didn't feel the passion with her in this moment, but Jigsaw loved control and he was going to get submission from her. Grabbing her hips, he raised her up before impaling her on his member, feeling her throat move with the cry that pierced the darkness of the room. Biting down a bit, he heard her breath hitch as his teeth threatened to pierce the delicate skin of her neck before he released her hair. Bringing both hands up, he placed her hands on his shoulders, encouraging her to take the lead and she did without any more instruction. John grinned as his lips pressed against her own, her tongue slipping into his mouth now as she moved up and down, rolling her hips in the process.
He broke their kiss to take hold of her hips and stop her "Unwrap your legs from around my waist."
"Don't think--"
"…now Michelle." the aggression of his breathy voice caused her to obey as John lifted her up, turning her so her back was to him. He had her sit up on her knees, doing the same before reaching behind him and grabbing the knife of the table. Coming up behind her as she looked over her shoulder, he brought the knife under her chin "Tch tch. Now behave. I want you to scream." Without another word he slid into her warmth from their position on the table, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her back against his chest as he guided them to move together. She obeyed his wishes, crying out with each aggressive thrust, with the sensation of the tip of the knife digging into her skin - this shouldn't have been so thrilling to her, but Jigsaw managed to bring out a darkness in almost every soul he grasped. Panting hard, John growled into her ear, lowering the knife to the table and brought his now free hand between her legs, stroking her clit in their last few moments of ecstasy. He was groaning and growling and she was crying out before he felt her back arch. She cried out his name louder then he had heard before and the trembling that was racking her body was the most intense he had felt in a long time. John himself growled out her name, dropping his head into the crook of her neck and panting hard as he held her tight to his chest, feeling her slick skin against his own, the heat of her body against his. Her skin felt like it was on fire and satisfied with that sensation, John smirked into her neck, listening to her pant as she came down off of her orgasm with him. She finally relaxed into his arms, John sitting back and bringing her with him into his lap. He reached up and turned her face to the side, pressing his lips to her own before he coaxed her to twist her body, his hand against her cheek as for the time being all he wanted was the contact of their skin and lips.
Pulling away, he took her face in his hand, looking at her with the same eyes that Jigsaw always did when it was time to deal with business "Say it." She looked at him confused and saw him grin before gripping a bit tighter and once again demanding her obedience "Say it. I know you feel it, so say it. I want to hear it."
For a moment she was quiet before she very carefully spoke "I--love you." She saw him grin before he let go, holding her close to him and for the time being she realized that not only did she admit the deepest secret in her heart, but that she would be spending the few moments of peace and euphoria with Jigsaw, not John.