The Sister of Adam
Chapter One: "Amanda what did you do?"
Warnings/contains: Amanda Young / Female Reader, Jigsaw Apprentice, Mark Hoffman / Female Reader, Reader Recieving from Amanda, w|w smut, Reader is an informant/apprentice, Mark catches Reader.
This my first time writing fanfiction, so if I've missed a tag- I'm so sorry, just let me know and I will fix it up!
Your sweat pools into an old mattress, it's filthy and caked with dust. A curtain separating you from the rest of the Jigsaw base. Amandas room. She likes to live in the factory to keep an eye on John. Not exactly romantic, especially with that creepy doll in the corner. Staring blankly at the ceiling you feel numb, exposed- you feel a woman doing her best to please you but yet mentally, you're somewhere else.
You bring your focus back to Amanda, a gorgeous woman working hard between your thighs. For god sake theres a naked body in front of you, focus on her.
Allowing yourself to be present, the sensations start to warm your body- gripping at the blanket beneath you in pleasure. Amanda pumps her fingers deeper into your cunt at an unforgiving pace as her tongue laps at your entrance. Your release reluctantly arrives, but you don't orgasm. Completely disconnected from your body, what should've been a wave of pleasure and bliss is instead and overwhelming sensation of regret, failure and exhaustion. You want to fake an Oscar worthy reaction, but you're exhausted. Pulling away from your folds, Amanda wipes her mouth, her face glistens in your cum.
Amanda's face quickly switches from confusion to concern as she sees you crying. "Did I hurt you?" She asked gently as she wipes away at your tears. "No, no- you were great, you're always great" you sigh heavily "Sorry, I was just thinking- I still want to have sex of course, you didn't even get to cum yet-" "Where did you go?" Amanda questioned. Hesitantly, you sit up "You remember Adam right?", Amanda sit's next you pulling you into her chest in an attempt to comfort you "of course". "Well, I was thinking about him, and me. And I thought what makes me different than Adam? We were both informants for John. Why am I here enjoying my time with you while he was doing everything I'm doing instead- he's dead. I feel like I'm his replacement… I'm constantly paranoid, waiting for my inevitable end." She's quiet, too quiet and for too long, the doubt starts to draw heavier on your heart, you gulp "Honestly, why am I even here?". Amanda knows what you mean, what's really concerning you. On a deeper level she can clearly see that your questioning your worth, your place in the bigger picture. An inner demon she's all too familiar with.
Grasping your chin she guides your face towards hers, looking deeply into your eyes "You deserved to win, you changed. John saw that too, it's why he mentored you, and me- and Adam was still going to be the same person he was before his test. That's what makes you stronger. You learnt to cherish your life." Amandas fingers gently caress your shoulders, trailing across your collar bone, along your chest and down to your thighs, drawing circles with her fingertip "You're better than the others. Stronger than Mark, for simply surviving your test alone- he is nothing compared to you. Adam is nothing compared to you. You're different. I see you. I care for you." Your eyes drift to her messy sheets, your make up stained into her pillow and then finally rest your gaze on her doll.
"Lawrence cared for Adam, promised to help him, I saw the footage- but he was already dead so of course it was too late but he couldn't have died naturally so quickly." Amanda sighs defeatedly, "I trust you not to tell John, but I couldn't stand to see him suffer such a brutal end, alone in the dark. so I helped him" "What did you do Amanda?" your heart starts to beat rapidly in anticipation "I released Adam from a cruel death" standing up, you look at her with distain and anger, your face contorts with grief as you gather your clothes and belonging in disbelief. "What's wrong?" you can't bear to look in her eyes, it's not her fault. She didn't know. "He could've been saved. Adam was my brother. Another piece that Jigsaw kept from you." Amanda looks shocked, completely stunned at the truth as you storm away from her room at the factory.
You were so enraged, so distraught you didn't bother to stay while you got dressed, you could do that away from her- suddenly what should've been a clear path is blocked as your body slams into a massive.. person? Mark? He shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here. Completely naked you do your best to cover your more private areas with your arms. He smirks at the scene, but remains casual- as if he's not surprised by your exposed form, he maintains his usual piercing eye contact and confidently looks you up and down, "Going somewhere?" You yell in quiet whisper at Mark, "Did you know Amanda, killed Adam?" he moves within an inch of your naked body, leaning in slowly towards your ear he bitterly whispers "I may or may not have known" pulling away he cups your face with his hand and wipes away at your smudged lipstick with his thumb in one slick swipe. "I may or may not also know that that's Amanda's shirt you're using to pathetically cover your breasts." Looking down you notice how painfully right he is, you did grab the wrong shirt. You also release that you're still undressed in front of this man and he's not shying away from the view. Hastily dressing yourself you snarl at him, Mark laughs at you before he strides away to his area of the factory confidently. "You're lucky John didn't see you."
Overwhelmed with shock, anger and embarrassment you lower your hat and pull up your hoodie to disguise your identity as you walk home from the Jigsaw base. The bus is empty, graffiti suffocating the floor, litter sprawled on almost every seat. You had a long trip back to your shitty apartment, and all you can think about your brother.
As a private investigator, Adam was a helpful informant, unfortunately you were not the only individual in need of his skills and expertise. One unfortunate day, you noticed that he hadn't contacted you in weeks. He's disappeared a few times, but this was longer than usual, with no warning for his departure you knew something was wrong. Taking your brother's disappearance into your own hands, you spent many nights in his apartment digging for information. Piece by piece you started to put the puzzle together, eventually yo managed to find him. But it was too late. In a cold, blood covered bathroom in the basement of some abandoned house, you found Adam with his foot chained to a wall, dead.
Walking in through the front door of your apartment, your feet push past the mountains of unopened letters and bills. A rotten putrid scent floods the space, leading directly from the fridge to your nostrils- how long has it been since you were last home? How much time have you spent at the factory- with Amanda? The woman who murdered your brother. Disgusted by the state of your kitchen, you drag yourself into your bed, a photo of you and Adam from when you were kids sits on your bedside table, the only item in your apartment not covered in dust. Clutching the photo frame, you relive your shared memories, the good and the bad, every win and every argument. The grief is unbearable tonight, you know it'll take hours before you even consider sleeping, you might even die in this room if the mood is right.