A Lesson Learned [Amanda/Daniel]
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hysteriaTitle: A Lesson Learned
Author:hysteria
Rating: R
Pairing: Amanda/Daniel
Word Count: 1,028
Warning: Gore, Underage, Un-beta'd
Summary: He reminded her so much of herself, the way he spoke, the way we moved, the way he broke.
Disclaimer: Don't own Saw, or the characters.
“There‘s some--” and she can see Daniel looking down at her forearm, blood and skin that isn’t hers clinging to her shirt, she rubs her hand furiously against it until it’s gone, body still shaking.
“Thanks,” she mumbles and her hands go back to wrapping around her torso, skin whiter than the porcelain walls. “s’cold in here.”
“Yeah,” he nods “I think it’s the antidote though, it felt like ice, hurts to move now.” she’s watching him and he struggles to move his legs apart, body moving slowly.
“Because I put some tranqs in it.” she says, hand moving to rub his knuckles “They’ll make you feel better.”
“Put in-- I was standing right here when you…if--” he’s straining his body now, trying to scoot away; but he can’t even to manage to move his hand away from hers.
“I would’ve had to of done it when I made the antidotes, you’re right.” she can feel him still beneath her when she straddles his hips, resting on her heels “I did this for you,” she touches her cold hand against his flushing cheek “your dad has to realize his mistakes, has to pay for them.”
“I’m not--”
“Not your dad, I know sweet heart,” she’s grinding her hips down onto his and apparently his whole body hasn’t gone immobile “but you could be, you’re being so bad, and if you don’t stop I won’t be able to save you.”
“S’not…’manda I’m,” his eyes are blurring but he can still make out her face, can still feel her pressing herself against him. “stop.”
“Show me yours,” she says and she reaching for his arms “and I’ll show you mine” she pulls at the sleeve until she sees the cuts on his arms, pulling higher until she can see the track marks “God, you’re doing so bad Daniel, but I can help you, we can save you.”
“Jus’ once,” he mumbles and she can’t help but smile “stopped.”
“But you want more, don’t you?” she says and she’s using her fingers to pull at the bottom on his jeans “Always want more, never enough, never.” and he can feel her breath on his cheek “I know Daniel, I know just how you feel, it’s so hard to stop, but I can help, let me help.”
He groans when her cold hand wraps around his cock, pulling tight and fast “There’s so much more you can do than this,” she says “so much more you can be.” and he’s not going to last, friction from her hand and the feeling of his blood pumping like ice through his body. Her hand slows and she can feel him keen against her, trying in vain to move something, anything “Tell me you’ll let me, that you’ll find me when this is over, and let me help you.” when he doesn’t say anything she grips the base of his cock tightly “Tell me and I’ll keep going, tell me yes and I’ll make you feel alive.”
“I’ll come back,” his voice is hoarse and thick, what’s left of his strength pulsing out through his fingers, nails raking against the floor “swear, m’swear.”
“I don’t believe in God,” she grins wrist snapping back and forth while she pumps him “but I believe you, in you, I know you won’t let me down.” She watches as he comes apart, coating his pants and her hand “Because if you do, you’ll be back here; and this time you’ll have you own test.” her voice is tight and controlled now, hand wiping against his pants “And most people don’t make it back from my tests, aren’t good enough, but you’re good enough right sweetheart, right?”
“Yes,” and it sounds like a sob “m’good” he says “s’good.”
She smiles down at him, his eyes closing and breathing slowing “I know,” she fixes his pants and wraps her arms around him, lifting him to stand with her “next time I’ll show you mine.” When she puts him in the safe, she doesn’t expect that he’ll really want to see her again, at least no voluntarily.
---
She’s right, because the next time he sees Amanda his dad is dead and he’s got a needle hanging out of his arm; dazed and confused in his new apartment, per his dad’s insurance payout. “Daniel,” and the voice sound so familiar but he feels like dead weight, can’t even manage to turn his neck to see who’s just picked his lock. “you promised.”
“He’s dead,” he says “you’re dead,” and then he laughs when she comes into view, needle in her slender hand “I’m dead too, huh?”
“You didn’t have to be, you had so many chances, choices.” the coat she’s wearing is tossed on the floor and he can’t help but stare, tight jeans gripping her slender hips; pale as ever.
“But I’m not good enough for you,” he mumbles “never good enough.” He doesn’t see what she does with the needle but both her hand are free when she pulls at her pants, dragging them down to her ankles before pulling him out through his boxers, “You were always good enough,” and he can’t hear her over the cry that comes out of his mouth “so much potential.” He’s groaning when she rolls her hips, and pulls herself all the way up before slamming down; just like the girl he’d paid for a few hours ago.
This time is a little different though, he’s able to grip her waist tight instead of clawing at the floor, lift his hips when she brings hers down. “But I can’t now,” she says and he can feel her clench around him, warm heat surrounding him “you’re so lost sweetheart.” When he comes this time he’s gripping her so hard he can feel the blood underneath his finger nails, and then he can feel the slick needle pierce the skin on his neck; vision blurring just like the last time they’d met. “I’ll show you mine,” he can hear her say when the weight of her body isn’t pressing against his hips anymore, heat gone from his cock “but I don’t think it’ll save you.”
Author:
hysteriaRating: R
Pairing: Amanda/Daniel
Word Count: 1,028
Warning: Gore, Underage, Un-beta'd
Summary: He reminded her so much of herself, the way he spoke, the way we moved, the way he broke.
Disclaimer: Don't own Saw, or the characters.
“There‘s some--” and she can see Daniel looking down at her forearm, blood and skin that isn’t hers clinging to her shirt, she rubs her hand furiously against it until it’s gone, body still shaking.
“Thanks,” she mumbles and her hands go back to wrapping around her torso, skin whiter than the porcelain walls. “s’cold in here.”
“Yeah,” he nods “I think it’s the antidote though, it felt like ice, hurts to move now.” she’s watching him and he struggles to move his legs apart, body moving slowly.
“Because I put some tranqs in it.” she says, hand moving to rub his knuckles “They’ll make you feel better.”
“Put in-- I was standing right here when you…if--” he’s straining his body now, trying to scoot away; but he can’t even to manage to move his hand away from hers.
“I would’ve had to of done it when I made the antidotes, you’re right.” she can feel him still beneath her when she straddles his hips, resting on her heels “I did this for you,” she touches her cold hand against his flushing cheek “your dad has to realize his mistakes, has to pay for them.”
“I’m not--”
“Not your dad, I know sweet heart,” she’s grinding her hips down onto his and apparently his whole body hasn’t gone immobile “but you could be, you’re being so bad, and if you don’t stop I won’t be able to save you.”
“S’not…’manda I’m,” his eyes are blurring but he can still make out her face, can still feel her pressing herself against him. “stop.”
“Show me yours,” she says and she reaching for his arms “and I’ll show you mine” she pulls at the sleeve until she sees the cuts on his arms, pulling higher until she can see the track marks “God, you’re doing so bad Daniel, but I can help you, we can save you.”
“Jus’ once,” he mumbles and she can’t help but smile “stopped.”
“But you want more, don’t you?” she says and she’s using her fingers to pull at the bottom on his jeans “Always want more, never enough, never.” and he can feel her breath on his cheek “I know Daniel, I know just how you feel, it’s so hard to stop, but I can help, let me help.”
He groans when her cold hand wraps around his cock, pulling tight and fast “There’s so much more you can do than this,” she says “so much more you can be.” and he’s not going to last, friction from her hand and the feeling of his blood pumping like ice through his body. Her hand slows and she can feel him keen against her, trying in vain to move something, anything “Tell me you’ll let me, that you’ll find me when this is over, and let me help you.” when he doesn’t say anything she grips the base of his cock tightly “Tell me and I’ll keep going, tell me yes and I’ll make you feel alive.”
“I’ll come back,” his voice is hoarse and thick, what’s left of his strength pulsing out through his fingers, nails raking against the floor “swear, m’swear.”
“I don’t believe in God,” she grins wrist snapping back and forth while she pumps him “but I believe you, in you, I know you won’t let me down.” She watches as he comes apart, coating his pants and her hand “Because if you do, you’ll be back here; and this time you’ll have you own test.” her voice is tight and controlled now, hand wiping against his pants “And most people don’t make it back from my tests, aren’t good enough, but you’re good enough right sweetheart, right?”
“Yes,” and it sounds like a sob “m’good” he says “s’good.”
She smiles down at him, his eyes closing and breathing slowing “I know,” she fixes his pants and wraps her arms around him, lifting him to stand with her “next time I’ll show you mine.” When she puts him in the safe, she doesn’t expect that he’ll really want to see her again, at least no voluntarily.
---
She’s right, because the next time he sees Amanda his dad is dead and he’s got a needle hanging out of his arm; dazed and confused in his new apartment, per his dad’s insurance payout. “Daniel,” and the voice sound so familiar but he feels like dead weight, can’t even manage to turn his neck to see who’s just picked his lock. “you promised.”
“He’s dead,” he says “you’re dead,” and then he laughs when she comes into view, needle in her slender hand “I’m dead too, huh?”
“You didn’t have to be, you had so many chances, choices.” the coat she’s wearing is tossed on the floor and he can’t help but stare, tight jeans gripping her slender hips; pale as ever.
“But I’m not good enough for you,” he mumbles “never good enough.” He doesn’t see what she does with the needle but both her hand are free when she pulls at her pants, dragging them down to her ankles before pulling him out through his boxers, “You were always good enough,” and he can’t hear her over the cry that comes out of his mouth “so much potential.” He’s groaning when she rolls her hips, and pulls herself all the way up before slamming down; just like the girl he’d paid for a few hours ago.
This time is a little different though, he’s able to grip her waist tight instead of clawing at the floor, lift his hips when she brings hers down. “But I can’t now,” she says and he can feel her clench around him, warm heat surrounding him “you’re so lost sweetheart.” When he comes this time he’s gripping her so hard he can feel the blood underneath his finger nails, and then he can feel the slick needle pierce the skin on his neck; vision blurring just like the last time they’d met. “I’ll show you mine,” he can hear her say when the weight of her body isn’t pressing against his hips anymore, heat gone from his cock “but I don’t think it’ll save you.”
