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canadianknockout-blog · 7 years ago
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Broken.
Reader Gender; Female
Person(s) About; Bray Wyatt
Word Count; 2585
Rating; Teen
Warnings; Minor language, kidnap, implied abuse
Summary; It had been almost a full week down in that dark, humid basement - almost a week of mental and physical abuse. But now, out of nowhere, kindness. It didn’t make sense, there had to be some kind of catch.
Author’s Note; This is a direct sequel/continuation of my story ‘Secrets’. This was super fun to write and there will be a part three, hope you enjoy!
“Help, someone please help me!” [Name] screamed as loud as she could, her words echoing back off of the basement walls. It was pitch black, she couldn’t even see her own hands, let alone if anyone else was with her.
The stench of sweat and blood filled the air around [Name], and the humidity only seemed to make the smell worse. She had forgotten that her wrists and ankles had bled from her thrashing against the binds she was in, her mind too far gone to feel the pain anymore.
It had been several days since [Name]’s last meal - cornbread and fried chicken, not her favorite, but still food - her stomach felt like it was going to cave in on itself, but she knew well that she would survive longer without food than she would water. Thankfully it had only been a few hours since her last drink, but she had already began to feel parched again.
Heavy footsteps - one of the men - filled the deafening silence, footsteps [Name] had began to fear more and more. Every time someone came down from the house above she was taught a lesson, which varied anywhere from beatings to being shocked. She also smelled some kind of food, she couldn’t tell what it was due to he other stench around her.
The footsteps came to a halt in front of [Name], her body instinctively tensing. “Open your mouth.” It was Luke. It had felt like forever since he had been down to see her, but it was likely only a few hours. Luke was the nicest of the three men, not that that was saying much.
[Name] obeyed and opened her mouth, waiting impatiently for whatever food Luke had brought her. Something soft was placed on her tongue and she quickly closed her mouth, swallowing whatever it was. “What is it you’re feeding me?” She asked quietly, afraid to disturb the large man.
Luke remained silent, putting another piece of food in [Name]’s mouth. “Mashed potato.” He answered after a moment, his voice low. It only made sense for it to be mashed potato, but it had been awhile since [Name] last tasted any kind of potato - more than a few months, at least, due to her strict diet for wrestling.
[Name] remained silent and ate the rest of the potato, drinking what little water Luke had brought down with him after. His footsteps began away, and she was almost sad because she would be alone again. The loneliness was unbearable on its own, but adding in the binds, stench, humidity, and darkness only made it worse.
“Bray will be down soon, be prepared for him.” Luke warned quickly before his footsteps fully disappeared, [Name]’s heart dropping. She would rather be lonely than have that monster of a man with her, all he did was hurt her and talk about obeying orders.
For what felt like an eternity of waiting, [Name] was left only with her thoughts - it was slowly breaking her mentality, being left alone in the dark for hours at a time to contemplate where she went wrong. She damned herself for eavesdropping on Bray’s conversation with Joe, had she not none of this would have happened. Sometimes [Name] would wonder why Bray didn’t just kill her, but that would take the fun out of it for him - she knew he enjoyed watching her suffer.
Part of [Name] thought Luke was lying after she was alone for so long, but just as she had gotten close to comfortable with being alone, that malicious laughter filled the air. No matter how many times she heard it, it always made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her body tensed - she didn’t know where Bray was, she couldn’t tell from the echo.
A callous hand ran down the back of [Name]’s neck, her body jolting against the binds instinctively. Bray had ceased laughing, silence once again consuming the basement. His prickly beard scratched uncomfortably at her shoulder blade as he placed a sloppy kiss on her neck. “You’re in need of a shower, bandages as well. Would you like to go up?” It was the first time he had offered to leave the basement, his voice was undeniably sweet - something wasn’t right.
[Name] leaned her head against Bray’s shoulder, her eyes closed. It was odd that he could see her in the darkness, same with the others, when she couldn’t see a damn thing. “Yes, please.” Her voice was delicate, but cautious. She didn’t honestly think he was doing this out of kindness, there had to be a catch.
Silence filled the air as Bray untied the ropes around [Name]’s wrists and ankles. Once he was done, he gingerly grabbed her hand and helped her stand. Her knees were like jelly from not using them in so long and she collapsed onto the concrete floor with a thud. “I’ll carry you.” Bray stated simply, grabbing [Name] by the waist and pulling her up. He scooped her into his arms and ascended up a flight of stairs.
Bright sunlight filled [Name]’s vision, monetarily blinding her. She clutched onto Bray tightly, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light. It had felt like years since she had last seen any light, let alone sunlight. There were many windows in the hallway they had came out into, surprising considering Bray was a man of darkness.
[Name] was taken into a bathroom, not the cleanest, but she wasn’t going to complain. Bray placed her onto the toilet so she could undress while he ran some warm water in the tub. She was shy about undressing with a man in the room, but slowly she removed all of her clothes. “Will you help me in?” She asked hopefully, afraid to stand.
After the bath water was done, Bray turned to [Name] with a genuine smile. “Of course, darlin’.” He took her by the hips and helped her stand, watching as her legs wobbled. “Easy now, go slow.” He instructed, carefully assisting her into the tub.
[Name] sank into the warm water, the feeling of comfort overwhelming. Her eyes closed and she simply laid, her body relaxing for the first time in forever. Despite the stinging of her wrists and ankles, [Name] felt almost normal. Her eyes opened when she heard Bray clear his throat, her cheeks turning a deep red. “You’re naked.” She blushed, averting her eyes to the water.
Bray chuckled at [Name]’s reaction, grabbing a sponge and soap from a shelf above him. “Good eye, darlin’.” He smiled, getting into the opposite side of the tub. It wasn’t exactly big enough for the two of them to be comfortable, so Bray put [Name]’s legs on his to increase the room they had. “You’re mine, now.” He spoke softly, running a soapy sponge over her body. She didn’t respond, she simply enjoyed the feeling of the warm water and being cleaned.
Since [Name] didn’t respond, Bray took it as a sign that she had broken completely. It was a happy occasion for him; he had a brand new puppet to play with, and this one just so happened to be a woman. She would fall in love with him - she wouldn’t have a choice, he would make her.
Bray gingerly pulled [Name] to lay on him, putting shampoo in her hair. His hands scrubbed her head gently, dipping it into the water to wash it. He made sure all of his movements were soft and caring, he had put her through enough rough treatment to break her mentally - he didn’t want to harm her more than he had to.
“This is nice.” [Name] murmured, she was visibly exhausted. Her hand laid lazily on Bray’s chest, and her head on his shoulder, as she began to fall asleep.
Bray drained the water from the tub and stood with [Name] in his arms, stepping out of the tub and walking down the hall to a bedroom. It had many things of Bray’s scattered about, but it was much more comfortable than the basement. “Abigail made you a dress, darlin’. She thinks you’re somethin’ special.” He told the dozing off [Name] as he laid her on the bed, searching for the dress.
[Name] forced her eyes open, marveling at the dress when Bray found it. It was a white gown of sorts, about knee length. “Beautiful.” She smiled from the bed, sitting upright so she could slip it on. Bray handed her a bra and panties first, both lacey white, and she put them on - it was shocking they fit. [Name] slipped the dress on next and plopped back against the cushioned bed, a groan coming from her lips - it felt nice to be in a bed.
After leaving the room and coming back with bandages, Bray sat down beside [Name] and bandaged her cuts. They weren’t deep, but they had bled enough to soak the rope in the basement. “Suppose you need some rest, huh? We’ll discuss you when you wake. Night, darlin’.” Bray whispered, kissing [Name]’s cheek as she fell into sleep.
Luke, Eric, and Abigail sat in the living room, all of them awaiting Bray. They wanted to know if [Name] was obeying orders or if they had to continue to be rough with her. Abigail was confident she had made he right choice in choosing [Name] to be Bray’s bride to be after what he had told her about the girl.
Getting dressed Bray was sure to be quiet, not wanting to disturb the sleeping [Name]. After he was done, he left to the living room. “She’s sleepin’ right now, but she didn’t argue with me when I told her she was mine.” He announced to his ‘family’ proudly, sitting in his rocking chair.
Abigail smiled, her face radiant in the light. She looked like an angel with her long raven hair that reached down to her thighs, big mysterious green eyes, but she was the devil. She looked harmless, but she could destroy cities with a single movement. “That’s wonderful, Bray. She’s so broken that she’s already giving into you - you’ll be wed soon.” Abigail practically cheered, her hands clasped together over her knees.
There was a brief silence, everyone in their own thoughts. “She needs to go back to work soon, it’ll look suspicious if she’s gone more than a week due to sickness. It’s already been six days.” Luke warned, his voice almost inaudible. He didn’t want to upset Abigail or Bray - he hated it when they were upset, they beat him until they were satisfied. It didn’t look suspicious on them because they went to work and traveled home when they could, but [Name] hadn’t been to work at all.
Eric nodded along to what Luke was saying, silently agreeing. He wasn’t one to speak unless spoken to, it made Abigail happy because she thought it was polite. He wasn’t trying to be polite, he feared getting punished, unlike Luke. Luke took the punishment well, like a man, but Eric would always lose it. He would apologize for everything and beg for forgiveness whereas Luke just took the punishment and went about his business.
“Bray can handle that, Luke. Those people you work for are brainless, so long as he tells them she’s slowly improving, everything will be fine.” Abigail reasoned with a shrug, standing and leaving to the kitchen to prepare supper. Supper usually consisted of whatever was cheaper in the market, which happened to be turkey tonight.
It was exciting for Abigail to have another woman in the house, someone who could help her provide for her boys. She was even more excited that [Name] would be wed to her Bray - Abigail always thought he needed a strong woman, and she saw that [Name] was the perfect match. Had Bray not reported to Abigail that he was planning on making [Name] his puppet, Abigail would have never found out about her and Bray would have lost her to fear. Since Abigail had found out, she had instructed Bray to make [Name] fear him and then win her over before she was too far gone. So far the plan had been a success.
Bray left the living room to his bedroom and laid with [Name]. He was disgusted by the sight of her not too long ago, and now he laid next to her a happy man - it was all because Abigail made him see [Name] in a new light, and for that he was thankful. Seeing how peaceful she looked in her sleep made Bray smile, she hadn’t looked so peaceful since she had been with him.
Hours passed by quickly as [Name] slept, the rest of the household tidying up and eating during her rest. When she woke, she found herself alone in Bray’s bedroom. Memories of earlier remained vivid in her mind and panic set in - something was wrong, very wrong, for Bray to be showing her kindness.
The small window on the wall next to the bed showed that it was late - there was no more sunlight beaming in. “Hello?” She called out timidly, carefully creeping her way to the door. After a few moments of piercing silence [Name] cracked the door open and peered into the hallway, the lights were still on.
Hushed voices quieted down when the door squeaked, the house seeming to be even more still than before. “[Name], are you awake, darlin’?” Bray’s voice called from the end of the hallway, his shadow appearing as he drew closer. He looked down the hallway to his bedroom, noticing [Name]’s frightened face peaking out. “Come, we’ve been waitin’ on you.” He smiled, gesturing towards him.
Hesitantly [Name] walked towards Bray, the wooden flooring cold against her bare feet. When she reached him he took her by the hand and led her into the living room where the rest of the 'family’ waited, a beaming smile on his lips. He let her hand fall out of his and sat in his rocking chair, gesturing for her to sit beside Abigail on the burgundy sofa across from him. Luke and Eric sat on another burgundy sofa to the side, muttering to one another.
Abigail patted the seat next to her and smiled politely when [Name] sat, even if she remained extremely tense. “I am Abigail - Sister Abigail. It’s a pleasure to meet you formally, [Name].” Abigail began, her voice delicate. She had met [Name] when [Name] was bound in the basement, but Abigail hadn’t spoken to her.
“Likewise, Miss Abigail.” [Name] responded cautiously, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. Everyone was staring at her, watching her every move and reaction like she was some kind of show.
The room felt too tense, the air too thick with anticipation. “I stopped Bray from harming you to the point of being terrified of him, dear. You may be wondering why, and the answer is quite simple; you are meant for him - you are his.” Abigail preached, taking [Name]’s hands in her own. She was smiling joyfully, but there was something sinister about her happiness.
[Name] felt her throat tighten, unable to grasp what Abigail was implying. “I’m - I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I understand?” Her voice was quivering as she stared into the fiery eyes of Sister Abigail.
Patient as ever, Abigail let out a sigh and inhaled deeply. “You are to be wed to my Bray.” Her voice was harder, but still polite as before.
There was always a catch.
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canadianknockout-blog · 7 years ago
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Ownership.
Reader Gender; Female
Person(s) About; Samoa Joe ft Seth Rollins
Word Count; 4,200
Rating; Mature
Warnings; Smut, choking, spanking, angst, language, drinking
Summary; Being in a relationship and having male friends was bound to bring jealousy into the relationship, but when you work for one of the biggest wrestling companies in the world and happen to be dating someone extremely protective, there is no such thing as jealousy, it’s possession. Punishment is imminent for those who purposely trigger the possessiveness.
Author’s Note; This was a request that I really enjoyed writing. I might’ve gotten a bit carried away. Also, this is my first time writing smut, so it might not be top quality, but I hope you enjoy anyways. Thanks to Laura and the anons on her page for the idea.
Tags; @hardcorewwetrash
Joe was surprisingly possessive for a man who oozed class and confidence. Every time [Name] would so much as look at one of her male friends he would chastise her about how she should only look at him. It was annoying having to deal with the jealousy, especially since it was nearly daily.
Joe had his hand snaked around [Name]’s waist as they strolled into the hotel cafeteria for breakfast, his grip tight around her waist. He enjoyed when people saw him with her, showing that she was his and only his to have. Dominance was a kink, and having the most beautiful woman on the roster showed his dominance.
[Name] knew that Joe liked making a show of her, so when she pried herself out of his grip she knew it would annoy him. “I’m going to join the girls. You can do whatever.” She called over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips as she strutted over to Nia and Alexa.
Joe stood where [Name] left him, annoyed and contemplating what he would do. After debating options in his head for a few seconds, he left to the hotel gym. She was with her girl friends, he had no reason to intrude on them. Besides, he needed a good day in the gym to really push himself.
“He’s so overprotective.” Alexa rolled her eyes, picking at her food lazily. Her face scrunched up when she saw one Seth Rollins walk in with Cesaro, her eyes traveling to [Name] with an amused look. “Two of your male friends. Why don’t you go talk to them since your overprossessive man isn’t here to scare them off?” She laughed, but it was all in good fun.
Before [Name] could respond, Nia elbowed Alexa. “She does have a point; Joe normally scares your guy friends off. Now would be a good time to talk to them.” She agreed hesitantly, her knowledge of Joe’s jealousy making her a bit nervous for the two men had he return. She knew it wasn’t likely to break out into a fight, but he definitely wouldn’t be happy.
[Name] bit her lip as she debated whether or not to approach them, ultimately standing from her seat. “If Joe finds out I’m putting the blame on you two.” She warned with a playful wink before heading over to where the two men now sat. “Hey guys.” She greeted happily, sitting with them. Cesaro looked a bit tense, but Seth had a cocky smirk on his lips.
Seth leaned forward to grab [Name]’s hand, lifting it to plant a quick kiss. “Joe finally left you alone? Isn’t gonna come give us a lecture?” He asked as he released her hand, licking his lips. He was teasing her, trying to see if she would stop him without Joe around. Sometimes she wondered why she became friends with him.
[Name] raised an eyebrow, shaking her head at Seth. “No, he only went to the gym, and stop with the flirting because if he finds out, you’re dead.” She muttered in response, her eyes floating down to the table. It was apparent that Joe had more of an affect on her male friends than she had previously thought. “Anyways, how are you guys?” She changed the subject, no longer wishing to talk about her boyfriend.
Cesaro took a long sip from whatever was in his cup, probably coffee, as he thought hard about Joe finding out. He didn’t like to be threatened, and it would surely end in a fight had he got threatened. “Lovely. Being a champion is a dream.” He answered, his voice distant due to him being lost in thought. A fight would upset the higher ups in the company, it could make him lose his championship. “Excuse me, but I need to go. Good to see you, [Name].” Cesaro stood and walked out, letting out a sigh of relief - now if Joe got pissed at anyone, it would be Seth.
Seth rolled his eyes, relaxing in his chair. “He just doesn’t want to fight with your boyfriend. But I’ve been good, other than the loses I’ve taken.” He shrugged, a lazy smile on his lips. It had been too long since he had been able to talk to one of his best friends, all because of that wannabe monster that she called her boyfriend. “What about you? How have you been?” He asked after a short moment, genuinely curious. He needed to know Joe wasn’t hurting her.
[Name] let out a huff of air, propping her arms against the table. “Good, other than the fact that Joe is way too possessive. I can never talk to any guys.” She huffed again, her eyes searching the room for Joe, thankfully not seeing him. “What’s so bad about talking?” She was being rhetorical, she didn’t want an answer because it would only piss her off.
“He knows you could have anybody you want.” Seth leaned forward once more, his voice lowering to a whisper. “No matter what he says, he’s insecure. He thinks someone will take you from him.” There was a small smile on Seth’s lips, almost like he enjoyed talking about Joe.
There was silence for a moment as [Name] contemplated the validity of what Seth had said, finally nodding to agree. “You’re probably right, it only makes sense that way. It still doesn’t justify his actions though.” She frowned, unable to understand why Joe had to intimidate any male that talked to her.
Joe stood in the doorway, watching the scene before him calmly. While he seemed fine on the surface, his blood was boiling - he had never felt so furious in his life. His heavy footsteps clashed loudly against the tile flooring as he approached the two, only clearing his throat as he reached them. “What do we have here?” His voice was low, but still calm despite his anger.
[Name] felt a wave of embarrassment hit her, her cheeks flushing a bright red. “A conversation. If you’d like to join, you’re more than welcome.” She answered with sass, only fueling Joe’s infuriation. Her eyes were staring into his, or maybe it was vice versa, daring him to say something. She had a temper, and she knew just how to use it when it came to Joe.
Joe let out a long breath of air, grabbing [Name] by the forearm and pulling her up. “We are leaving.” He practically growled, his grip on her forearm tightening when she attempted to yank it away. “Rollins, if you so much as even think about my woman, I will not hesitate to choke your ass out. I will end you, slowly, painfully, and make sure everyone sees just how pathetic you are.” His voice was dangerously calm, almost daring him to say anything.
Seth stood up abruptly, his face dangerously close to Joe’s. His breathing became heavy, his hands balled into fists. “I dare you to try anything, especially here. Your ass would be fired.” His voice was threatening, arrogant. Seth smirked, winked at [Name], and left before Joe could react. He knew damn well that Joe wasn’t afraid to fight in a public space, he was just rilling him up.
Joe let his grip on [Name]’s forearm falter, his hand quickly attaching to her waist as he led her out of the cafeteria in silence. Her forearm was bright red, though he knew his boundaries and didn’t harm her - he would never harm her, even if she enraged him. Once the couple were alone in their hotel room, all hell broke loose. “What have I told you about being a little whore? You should only have eyes for me - I should be the only man in your life.” Joe had a relaxed voice, but his expression showed nothing more than anger.
[Name] had never been more angry with Joe, her body tense. “Who the fuck do you think you are?! I’m not a whore for having friends, I can’t help people actually like me!” She hollered, turning her back to him. She knew she hit a nerve when Joe began breathing heavily, trying to control himself.
Joe walked up to [Name], his body touching her own. Heat was radiating off of him, enough so that the room began to feel hot. “Don’t you ever - ever talk to me like that. When you agreed to be in this relationship you gave yourself to me, only me!” His voice was low, he was seething. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He bellowed, turning her to face him. His expression was stoic, though his eyes held a murderous glare. [Name]’s own expression was incensed, her eyes showing her fury.
[Name] pushed Joe back with all of her strength, though he barely budged. “You’re right, I did! I love you, only you, but you’re smothering me, Joe!” She cried, walking to her purse and grabbing some money. “I’m going out to think. If you so much as try to contact me or follow me, we’re done.” She growled, slamming the door as she left the room. Angry tears welled up in her eyes as she stormed down the hallway to Seth’s room, her fist banging on the door.
“I’m coming, Lord have mercy.” Seth’s shouted, opening the door seconds later. He raised an eyebrow as [Name] forced herself into the room, sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. “What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting beside her. He hesitantly put an arm around her shoulder, which prompted her to throw her arms around him and put her into his chest. Alarmed, Seth jumped before lowering his arms around [Name] in a hug.
[Name] stayed still against Seth, the feeling of his breathing calming her mind. “Joe thinks he owns me. I need to get away for a while, can we arrange something?” She asked hopefully, pulling back to give Seth her sweetest puppy eyes. He nodded quickly, a smile appearing on his lips.
Seth carefully removed himself from [Name]’s grip, running to his phone the second she let him go. He began typing, his fingers going a mile a minute, his smile only growing. “I messaged a bunch of the guys, we’re going to meet up at the club.” He cheered, his smile fading as he looked back up to [Name]. “You can’t go like that! You’ve got to look sexy! We’re going shopping.” He grabbed his keys and her hand before she could protest, leaving the hotel room and practically running to his rental car.
[Name] laughed as she ran alongside Seth, getting into the passenger seat of his rental gleefully. It had been too long since the last she got to genuinely have fun with Seth - he was her best male friend. “You’re such a girl.” She giggled once he entered the car, getting a sassy hair flip as a response. He drove to the nearest clothing store, about ten minutes away, and demanded she find something fitting for a night out.
Seth searched the store before settling on a tight black dress that was mid-thigh length and would show a massive amount of cleavage. “You want to have a good night, right? Feeling sexy is the first step.” He argued when [Name] protested, purchasing the dress against her wishes. He had also purchased some basic black heels since she obviously couldn’t wear flats with it - that would be tacky.
[Name] got dressed back in Seth’s room at the hotel - she also did her hair and make-up, all thanks to Nia for letting her borrow the supplies - and her jaw dropped as she checked herself out. It had been months since she had looked so sexy, all because Joe was jealous of other men looking at her. “Seth, you were right. I feel fantastic already!” She exclaimed happily as she strutted out of the bathroom, turning in a circle.
Seth’s jaw dropped to the floor as he watched [Name] model her new outfit, his cheeks flushing beneath his beard - he had never been more relieved to have the scratchy facial hair. “You look fantastic! Now, are you ready to have a good night?” He asked with a grin, his hands clapping together.
[Name] nodded enthusiastically, waltzing out the door before Seth could even get his keys. She headed down to the rental car alone, her eyes not noticing the enraged Joe leaning against the outside wall of the hotel. “Seth, come on!” She yelled once she reached the car, watching as the man barreled towards her. She giggled as he came to a sudden halt at the car, panting uncontrollably.
Seth caught his breath as he unlocked the car, shooting a playful glare at [Name] when he heard her giggling. “Get your ass in the car, missy. We’ve got a bar to rule.” He grinned, getting into the drivers seat.
[Name] got into the passenger seat, humming some tune she had heard in the elevator. “We should totally sing some karaoke!” She exclaimed as Seth began driving, getting a laugh as a response. “I’m serious! We could sing!” She laughed, shooting Seth with finger guns.
Seth let out another laugh, shaking his head. “You already acting crazy and you haven’t even had a drink.” He glanced over to see how genuinely excited she was, a soft smile crossing his lips. “Fine, we’ll sing. But I choose the song.” He stated, the club coming into view.
[Name] let out a small yell of excitement, dancing around in her seat. God, she was acting like a child and had no regrets - she was having fun, something Joe never seemed to have. As Seth parked the car, [Name] got out with the biggest grin she had had in months. “I love you so much for doing this.” She hugged Seth once he was out of the car, her grip tight.
Seth felt himself tense, only relaxing into her hold after a few moments. Her figure was so tiny against his, it was cute. “I would do anything for you - I mean, you are my best friend, after all.” It pained him to call her his best friend, he wanted so much more.
[Name] released Seth and smiled, grabbing his hand to lead him into the club. Immediately she spotted Sami, Dean, Roman, and Kevin. “This is gonna be a blast!” She yelled over the booming music, letting go of Seth to join the group of her friends. “Hey guys!” She greeted enthusiastically, bouncing to the beat of the music. Seth shook his head, amused, and caught up with the group.
“Hey, [Name]! You look fantastic.” Sami greeted with an equal amount of enthusiasm as [Name]. He handed her a beer, swaying to the music himself. She took it and drank, lost in the moment.
Kevin snorted, his eyebrows raised. “Calm down there, [Nickname], you just got here. Enjoy yourself before getting plastered, huh?” He grinned, watching as she finished the bottle with sass.
[Name] put the bottle on the counter and motioned for another, her eyes never leaving Kevin’s. “You know me better than that, Kev. Besides, I need a good drink.” She muttered the ending, grabbing her new bottle and taking a sip.
Roman had his arms crossed as he leaned against the bar, an obviously amused expression as he drank his own beer. “She’s right, Kevin, you know her better than that. Last time she went to a club, she got fucked.” He laughed, elbowing Dean.
Dean smirked, shooting a devious look at [Name]. “That was partially my fault since I introduced her to my own personal concoction.” He watched as [Name] shivered, recalling the terrible memory. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He grinned, downing the shot he had ordered before [Name] arrived.
[Name] shook her head begrudgingly at Dean, taking another swig of her beer. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that hungover ever.” She glared, but ended up laughing when Dean gave her an obnoxiously loud burp as a response. “Let’s dance, who’s down?” She asked hopefully, all of the men hesitating.
Seth grabbed the empty bottle out of [Name]’s hands, replacing it with a new one and leading her to the dance floor. The two of them began dancing to the beat of whatever trashy pop was playing, their bodies not far from touching. “How about I - How about I sing for you?” He asked as he finished his fourth beer, his vision slightly blurred.
[Name] took a swig from her third beer, her head heavy. “I would love that!” She cheered, grabbing his hand and leading him back to their friends. Sami and Kevin were laughing about something while Roman and Dean focused on the alcohol. “Seth is gonna sing karaoke.” She announced, the entire group breaking out into a laugh. She flushed, embarrassed by the reaction.
“That’s going to be a helluva show, can’t wait!” Kevin yelled over the laughter upon seeing [Name]’s distress, the rest of the group agreeing. [Name] smiled, finishing her drink. “Better get that liquid courage, Seth.” Kevin joked, gesturing towards the stage.
[Name] grabbed Seth away from Roman and Dean, sending them an apologetic look before heading to the stage. She could hear Kevin and Sami cheering for him, probably trying to give him confidence but only making him embarrassed. “So, what are you singing?” She asked curiously, looking down at the song list.
Seth, with his blurred vision, stared down at the song list for an eternity before selecting a song. He sent [Name] offstage to the group, waiting for the music to start. “I dedicate this to my - to my best friend, [Name].” He stated, starting to really feel the effect of the alcohol. He wouldn’t have put it passed Dean to fuck with everyone’s orders because Seth wasn’t normally this drunken with only four drinks.
Dean was snickering alongside Roman as they watched their friend, both of them absolutely fucked. “You - you think it h-hit him? The - uh, the - what was it?” Dean asked Roman, only getting a hysterical laugh. Roman practically fell out of his chair laughing for no apparent reason, unable to answer Dean.
[Name] stood with the sober Sami and Kevin, who had decided to only have a drink each to ensure someone could drive everyone back. She herself felt as fucked as she did when Dean screwed with her drink, which he probably did. As the music began playing and Seth began singing, [Name] felt herself almost completely sober listening to the words.
Seth swayed his body, his eyes closed. “I know I can treat you better than he can, any girl like you deserves a gentleman.” He sang loudly, his words slurring. He didn’t know what he was doing was catastrophic to his friendship with [Name] - he didn’t know he was admitting years of pent up feelings.
[Name] felt her heart drop as she listened to Seth, her eyes searching Kevin and Sami for some kind of answer. They looked just as shocked as she did. “I need to go, now. Can one of you drive me?” She asked, her head pounding. Sami nodded, biding goodbye to Kevin and leading her to his rental car.
Sami opened the door for her before getting into his side, starting the car almost hesitantly. “Is everything going to be all right?” He asked softly, his eyes meeting hers. He saw the look of shame, but he didn’t understand why.
There was minutes of silence, [Name] unsure of how to respond. Joe was right about Seth, which pained her for two reasons; one being that her pride had taken the hit for being wrong, and two being that Seth had told her too late. Before she had met Joe, [Name] was head over heels for Seth, but that all changed after she met Joe. “I can’t see Seth anymore.” She answered, not even realizing that Sami had started driving.
“I can understand that, just, try to contact us every now and then? I know Joe’s easily jealous, but you grew with us.” Sami responded as he pulled into the hotel parking garage, parking. His face was almost angry, likely with Seth for ruining the night.
[Name] got out of the car, knowing fully that Sami would go back. “I’ll try, Sami. I’ve really missed you all.” She stated before closing the car door and walking into the hotel. Her emotions were everywhere, and knowing that Joe was going to give her a lecture wasn’t helping.
The elevator ride to [Name]’s floor was quiet save for the terrible elevator music, leaving her to contemplate the entire night. Everything changed for the worse, all because she had chosen to go out. The elevator stopped and [Name] walked to her shared room, bracing herself for a lecture as she opened the door.
The room was completely dark, but the outline of Joe sitting at the end of the bed was very clear. He motioned for [Name] as she closed the door, watching as she hesitantly made her way over to him. “Listen, Joe, I’m sorry about everything. You were right.” She admitted against her pride, coming to a stop between his legs.
Joe sat still on the bed, his gaze locked on [Name]’s dress. “Bend over my knees. Now.” He ordered, his voice hard but tranquil. [Name] didn’t hesitate to position herself over Joe’s knees, whimpering when he yanked her dress up to her waist. “I do not tolerate insolent little girls.” He stated, his hand sliding over the exposed skin on her inner thigh. His hand ripped the thong [Name] was wearing off, tossing the torn fabric carelessly to the side. “Count. Tell me you’re sorry with each count. Every time you mess up, we start over.” His voice was demanding, dominating.
Before [Name] could register, Joe’s hand came down hard on her ass. “One! I’m sorry, sir!” She yelped, jolting against his knees. Joe held her down against his knees with his free hand, licking his lips at the sight of her bare ass - damn shame this was a lesson and not another time. His hand came down harder, prompting a yelp from [Name]. “Two! I’m sorry, sir!” She exclaimed, her body tensing. Joe ran his hands over the tender red flesh, his dick twitching against his pants. His hand came down again, then again immediately after. “Three, four! I’m so sorry, sir!” [Name] moaned, her ass jiggling with each hit. She was getting soaked, the feeling of Joe absolutely in control was just so sexy.
Joe let his hand slid down [Name]’s bruising ass and to her soaking pussy, his thick fingers teasing her entrance. “So wet. Do you like it when I punish you, princess?” He asked with a smirk, his fingers sliding to circle her clit. Her whimpering got louder, her head nodding furiously. “Use your words.” He removed his hand from her pussy, slapping her ass again.
[Name] let out a cry, her legs kicking the air. “Five! I’m sorry, sir! Yes, sir! I love it when you punish me.” Her voice had risen an octave. “Please, please Joe, I need you.” She breathed softly, juice running down her thigh. She clenched her legs together, trying to give herself some satisfaction.
Joe let out a sigh, shaking his head. “You don’t deserve me.” He pulled her off of his knees, standing. He could feel the wetness on his pants from where [Name] leaked, tsking. “Only whores wear dresses like this.” He stated, ripping the fabric clean from her body and threw her onto the bed. After pushing her onto the bed, Joe climbed on top of her with a devious smile. One of his hands went to her throat, squeezing hard enough to make her struggle for breath. His other hand traveled down to her dripping pussy, his fingers pinching at the tender clit.
Joe let out an amused laugh when [Name] gasped, a loud moan tearing at her throat the more pressure Joe put on her. “Joe, stop fucking teasing me!” She growled, her eyes staring into his with anger. He had an all too amused look, but there was a hint of anger still lingering.
“You’re in no position to be demanding anything, princess, so I suggest you shut the fuck up.” Joe growled back, two of his thick fingers entered her suddenly, a loud moan filling the air. His fingers thrust in and out aggressively, the sound of [Name]’s cries of pleasure so loud they could be heard in the hallway. “You. Are. Mine.” He whispered possessively, his thumb circling her clit.
[Name] was thrusting her hips against Joe’s hand, her moans never stopping. “Yes, only yours! Fuck, I’m close.” She groaned, only to feel his fingers leave her body completely. Not only did his fingers leave, but his entire body left her to roll over on the bed. “Joe?” She whimpered, her body squirming frantically as she tried to crawl onto him.
Joe swatted at [Name]’s frantic hands, making himself comfortable. “Goodnight, princess. If I find out you touched yourself to get off, I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.” He hissed over his shoulder, an arrogant smirk on his lips.
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Home.
Reader Gender; Female
Person(s) About; Bray Wyatt
Word Count; 1,127
Rating; Teen
Warnings; Stalker
Summary; Being a women’s wrestler within one of the biggest wrestling companies in the world meant that obsessed fans and stalkers would arise, but when you receive one within the company things can get dangerous.
Author’s Note; This is just something that came to me one day, nothing super thought out. Regardless, hope you enjoy.
[Name] was the one who came up with the gimmick of an innocent sweetheart with a reputation for being extremely violent inside the ring - she was known as one of the most unstable characters within the WWE. There came a time when storylines were no longer scripted, only certain rules like no cursing and no man on woman violence still applied, and that’s when her stalker arose.
Each week [Name] would receive a gift from the mystery person, each week they would get more sadistic. The first week she had received a small locket then the week after she received a picture of maggots to put in it. With her character being naive, [Name] acted like she wasn’t disturbed by the gestures but more curious. In reality, she was absolutely revolted by the gestures. Since storyline was now free though, she assumed this was just an attempt to use that creative freedom - she didn’t know this person was truly watching her every movement.
Come Monday Night RAW, [Name] had decided to finally call out this mystery person in her own special way.
[Name] entered the arena only minutes before the start of the show, trying to delay finding another gift in her locker room. She made her way to her locker room with a less than thrilled expression, her eyes searching the room to find there was nothing. It was rather curious, she had been getting the gifts for weeks and it randomly stopped? It made no sense, but it was probably best to not dig.
[Name] watched the show for half an hour before getting into her ring attire, eager for her match with Bayley. The two women were known as two of the most innocent people on the entire roster, but only one of them had a nasty side. Their match would start in approximately another hour, leaving about fifty-five minutes to enjoy the show.
After watching Samoa Joe beat Seth Rollins senseless for the umpteenth time and Roman Reigns give a promo on respect, [Name] was finally called on for her match. Bayley had already made her entrance and awaited [Name] in the ring, she was firing the crowd up. [Name]’s theme song blared throughout the arena and she made her own entrance to the sound of a divided crowd.
The referee signalled for the match to begin after [Name] finished her entrance, the bell ringing seconds after. Before either woman could throw so much as a punch, the lights cut to darkness. The ring shook as someone entered and the lights came on once more, momentarily blinding everyone. Once [Name] regained her vision, she saw that Bayley was nowhere to be seen and Bray Wyatt replaced her. He held a dark stare under his fedora, but aside from that his expression was unreadable.
[Name] was terrified, but having to stay in character she smiled. Her bright eyes held a mixture of fear and joy, though she truly only held one of those feelings. After grabbing a microphone, she stepped one step closer to Bray to make them less than three feet apart. “Are you the one who’s been leaving me gifts?” She asked curiously, her smile never fading. Bray only slightly nodded his head as a response, his stare remaining. “I like them, but people are starting to think you’re obsessed with me.” Her smile faded slightly when she saw Bray’s malicious smile.
Bray raised a microphone to his lips, his smile only growing as he watched [Name]’s joyful expression fade to a more concerned one. “Are you expectin’ me to deny it?” He let out an amused laugh, but the sound of it was eerie.
[Name] smiled a bright smile once again, a harmonious laugh leaving her lips. “Perhaps I should call you my stalker!” She continued laughing despite her overwhelming fear of Bray, acting as if it were all a joke. Bray stood in place, his eyes boring into hers as if to show her it wasn’t a joking matter. She hated looking people in the eyes, but God, she could drown into his dark blue ones - even if they were showing her demise.
“Casted from Heaven to forever travel the earth, you are. A thing of destructive beauty that Heaven could not bare to keep prisoner, so it sent you back down to the earth that imprisoned you before.” Bray closed the gap between the two of them, his leather clad hand caressing [Name]’s cheek. His eyes refused to leave hers, searching for some emotion she probably couldn’t fathom. “I can free you from the prison that the earth keeps you prisoner in, you only have to obey me.” Bray planted a long kiss on [Name]’s forehead, pulling away after what felt like hours. The lights cut to darkness again, only returning after Bray had left.
[Name] stood in the middle of the ring, dumbfounded. Her normally bright eyes were dull, her knees wobbling uncontrollably - Bray had done something to her. She knew, deep down, that if she accepted his invitation to freedom she could use him to her advantage and betray him the second he lost his usefulness. “I will obey.” She stated, her voice almost robotic. The crowd was going wild with cheering and booing as [Name] retired backstage to set her plan into action.
People were giving [Name] worried stares as she wandered around the backstage area in an attempt to find her new leader. Submission wasn’t her strong suit, but anything that would give her enough momentum to become a potential champion was too good an opportunity to miss out on. As [Name] turned the corner she saw Bray standing under a flickering hall light, his hand motioning for her. Now, as she made her way towards Bray, she was beginning to rethink her decision.
Bray gingerly took [Name] by the hand and led her to a car outside. He left her for a moment, returning with several suitcases. “I am overjoyed at your decision, darlin’.” He announced as he loaded the car with the luggage. He got into the driver’s seat, cranked the car, and began driving. One of his hands grabbed one of [Name]’s, intertwining their fingers.
[Name] didn’t like the sudden contact, but she left her fingers intertwined with Bray’s. “Where are we going?” She asked curiously, her eyes focused out of the window. She watched as trees passed by quickly in the darkness, the moonlight only shining at certain points due to clouds. Part of her wondered just what she had gotten herself into by joining Bray, but she couldn’t turn back even if she wanted - Bray wouldn’t let her, she belonged to him now.. this wasn’t just for the camera, but she was too naive to realize.
A chuckle sounded from Bray, his hand squeezing her own delicately. “Home, of course. We’ve got to prepare.” He stated simply, eyes never leaving the road.
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It's perf 😍😍
If you're doing ships, I would like one if that's all right. I'm about five feet five inches and a bit chubby, lengthy brunette hair and matching eyes. Bad attitude, sarcastic, yet gentle and bashful with only certain people. Enjoy rock music, writing, and batman comics. Love Chinese food and hate Mexican food. I'm more of a loner, enjoying not being around people. Thanks bbg. ❤
I ship you with Kevin Owens ❤️ both of you can be sarcastic together
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How WWE Should Book ; Great Balls of Fire
《 Notice 》 These are my own opinions, not predictions. If you do not agree, that’s fine - no biggie - but keep it to yourself. This was also done in a short period of time, so if there are errors in logic, I apologize. Enjoy.
《 Kick-Off Show: 》
《 Neville © versus Akira Tozawa, Cruiserweight Championship. 》
Neville has been booked as the top heel in the cruiserweight division since he returned from injury, and it’s time for him to be kicked down a notch. Tozawa being the babyface, and new to the title picture, does not need to win, but he definitely needs to make an impact against Neville to make the feud more interesting. It’s been too long since Neville had a legitimate opponent that could possibly dethrone him, and Tozawa is a good choice in becoming the new ‘king’ in the future. A medium length match.
Neville retains after a hard fought victory against Akira Tozawa.
《 Great Balls of Fire 》
《 Enzo Amore versus Big Cass. 》
I personally love the build-up for this feud, even if it was a bit predictable. There has been more emotion than I’ve seen between the two of them in years - it’s more entertaining than them being used as comedic relief. Enzo has been built up as an ‘all bark, no bite’ kind of guy who is unable to carry his weight in the ring despite his mic skills. Cass has been built up as the man who saved Enzo from being destroyed because of his mouth - every damn time. Since Enzo is the weaker of the two, I’d like to see him explode his pent up anger on Cass. A loss here would hurt Cass, but it would make Enzo a legitimate fighter again. It would be wise to have Enzo put up a good fight, losing only to dirty tactics by his former ally. A medium length match.
Big Cass goes over Enzo Amore using underhand tactics.
《 Sheamus and Cesaro © versus the Hardy Boyz, 30 minute Iron Man, RAW Tag Team Championship. 》
Sheamus and Cesaro have had little to do with the Hardy brothers since they won the championships at Extreme Rules, which makes a lack of story. Sheamus and Cesaro are young and built for longer matches, unlike the two veterans they will be facing. Jeff Hardy is likely to be pushed as a singles competitor soon anyways, so it isn’t likely for the Hardys to win. The match is likely to be filled with high flying stunts and fast paced until halfway in, where it will slow to more desperate tactics. Obviously long match.
Sheamus and Cesaro retain in a difficult match.
《 Seth Rollins versus Bray Wyatt 》
The storytelling for this match has been absolutely boring, but it isn’t surprising considering the lack of momentum both men have. During their match it would be wise to have Bray use lighting to his advantage - escape the ring, use weapons without ref seeing, etc - and have Seth fight back even more after being knocked down. After a aggressive back and forth match, Bray hits a sudden Sister Abigail and gains needed momentum. It will be a medium length match.
Bray Wyatt goes over Seth Rollins in an aggressive back and forth match.
《 The Miz © versus Dean Ambrose, Intercontinental Championship Match. 》
No one seems to be enjoying the feud between Miz and Dean, and rightfully so! Miz has yet again become a joke, and Dean remains a joke. This feud is stale, boring, bland. Miz needs to show Dean that he is above him, beat him until he cannot stand - even if it means using Axel and Dallas. With Maryse still rather upset with her husband, she purposely helps Dean Ambrose win the championship and walks out on her husband. She then takes time off television. It will be a short match.
Dean Ambrose becomes the new Intercontinental Champion via help from Maryse.
《 Braun Strownman versus Roman Reigns, Ambulance Match. 》
Braun, since returning from injury, has been an absolute monster. He is more destructive than ever, and I appreciate that. Roman, personally, isn’t looking nearly as strong as Braun. In their match, many weapons will be used and Roman will surely be beaten to where he can barely walk. But Roman will not give up, he will forever fight. Braun injures Roman in the fight to legitimize his dominance, winning the match on top of it. Roman is driven to the hospital, but Braun isn’t done with him, he follows and attacks a helpless Roman in the hospital. Now Braun is the ‘Big Dog’.
Braun Strowman goes over Roman Reigns in a long, but entertaining match.
《 Alexa Bliss © versus Sasha Banks, RAW Women’s Championship. 》
Thw build-up for this match is all right, I suppose. With Alexa versus Nia Jax on the table, Sasha Banks will not win. The match will be short lived since a livid Nia comes out to destroy Sasha, demanding her championship match then and there. It becomes Alexa Bliss versus Nia Jax for the RAW Women’s Championship. Alexa pleads Nia for mercy, but Nia shows none. Nia squashes the champion, but the lights cut. When they return, Nia is on the mat with Alexa on top of her, pinning her.
Alexa Bliss retains her championship in a wild match, gaining help from an unknown party.
《 Brock Lesnar © versus Samoa Joe, Universal Championship. 》
The build-up for this match has been fantastic. Joe has been built as an absolute monster, as he should. The match will be decent lengthed, and back and forth between the two men, but Brock will gain the upper hand due to being 'The Beast’. Brock lifts Joe to hit the F5, but Joe counters into the Corquina Clutch. Brock slowly fades as Paul screams for him to get up, but he is out. Joe becomes champion and Heyman, angry at Lesnar, sides with Joe. Joe is now a Heyman Guy.
Samoa Joe goes over Brock Lesnar to become Universal Champion, also gaining Paul Heyman as his advocate.
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Secrets.
Reader Gender; Female
Person(s) About; Bray Wyatt
Word Count; 1,672
Rating; Teen
Warnings; Minor language, kidnap, choking, bound
Summary;[Name] was someone who not many people cared to focus on, which probably led her down the road of destruction she was currently on. Not being popular amongst the locker room and many crowds of fans allowed her to listen to important things without being detected.. or so she thought.
Author’s Note; If this is well liked among people I may make a part two. I really enjoyed writing this.
Tags; @hardcorewwetrash
[Name] sat tied to a wooden chair in some kind of musky basement with little to no vision due to how dark it was. Of course she did not know what she had done to deserve something like this. She had absolutely not expected this and adding that she didn’t know who it was currently made her anxious.
In the distance there were heavy footsteps, slowly approaching the spot [Name] was being held captive. It was when the footsteps stopped that everything seemed to stop - [Name] didn’t dare so much as to breathe. The silence seemed to last for that of hours, and with her breath running out [Name] was forced to break the silence with a gasp of air. With the silence already broken, [Name] decided to not deprive herself of needed oxygen.
There was someone behind [Name] - she could sense it. Her body, if possible, tensed further to the point of it being painful. The air was undeniably thick with an unsettling mixture of terror and anticipation for what would next come. As if on cue, two hands placed themselves on [Name]’s shoulders and began massaging antagonizingly. They were strong, callous, and rough - very clearly belonging to a man, if that weren’t obvious enough by the heavy footsteps.
Laughter filled the air, loud and sinister - she vaguely recognized it from somewhere, yet she couldn’t place who it belonged to or where she had heard it. It was an eerie, knowing type of laughter - the kind a man with an agenda had. Needless to say, this laughter - and probably the person as well - was not friendly in any way. Then again, why would [Name] ever imagine it would be friendly, she had been kidnapped for God’s sake!
The person suddenly released the grip he had on [Name]’s shoulders and walked to her front - she could tell based on how short she had heard his footsteps. An almost inaudible click sounded before a singular lightbulb came to life above [Name], momentarily blinding her. “Welcome [Name]!” An eerily cheerful voice announced almost proudly. She knew this man - she couldn’t not know that voice.
As [Name]’s eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting, she found herself staring at a man that she had come to fear based on the many stories she had heard and things she had seen him do; Bray Wyatt. He stood with a malicious grin on his lips, his stormy blue eyes boring into hers with an intensity she couldn’t mimic in her situation. His long brunette hair looked almost matted, but it fit in well with what he had chosen to wear - it resembled his ring gear greatly, yet with a slightly more gruesome apron than usual. [Name] was unable to find any words to respond, too stunned to comprehend the magnitude of the situation.
With the silence from [Name], Bray’s malicious smile faltered into an unemotional, unreadable blank stare. [Name] hadn’t thought she could be any more uncomfortable previously, but the blank stare she was being given proved her very wrong. “What the hell?!” She asked aggressively, trying to not let the terror show in her voice. A muscle twitched at the corner of Bray’s mouth, almost as if the question had amused him, but his unreadable stare remained.
Bray stalked closer to [Name] slowly, watching her as if she were prey and he the predator. He squatted in front of her, completely serious in all of his movements. A leather clad hand caressed [Name]’s cheek, a thumb running lightly up and down in a surprisingly threatening way. As if she had been burned, she yanked her head to the side to remove his hand. Bray let out an amused laugh, his hand roughly grabbing her chin to face him. “I do not have to show you mercy - I’m simply doing it out of my own restraint - so I would not continue with this childish behavior if I were you.” His voice had lost all cheerfulness from before, now replaced with a malice and anger. The words had come out in almost an animalistic growl - like he felt threatened.
[Name] swallowed harshly, not meeting the intense gaze of her captor. The grip Bray had on her chin tightened into a squeeze hard enough to get a small whimper from her, her head nodding eagerly to agree with his words. His grip did not falter, his eyes staring deeply at her own with authority. Finally her gaze met his own, her own eyes showing the anger and terror he had already caused her. “Fine.” She muttered, earning a satisfied hum from Bray as he released her.
Bray remained squatting in front of [Name], staring at her as if he were contemplating what he would do with her. “How do you feel?” The question was basic, yet had she not known any better she would have been flattered he had asked - but fortunately she knew that this man had taken her against her will. His voice now lacked any emotion it once had, though his eyes still held dark intentions.
Growing increasingly uncomfortable in the binds she was in, [Name]’s attitude began to sour further despite the ‘promise’ she had made to not act childish. “Kidnapped.” She shot back unamused, her eyes narrowing. She knew damn well that Bray had a plan for her and he was simply putting it off to make her anxiety increase. Her answer seemed to amuse him, a small smile ghosting his lips for a millisecond.
“You and I are very alike, [Name]. We are both beings that no one else quite understands, and for that reason people tend to stay away from us - most of them are so unaware that they don’t even realize.” Bray spoke with certainty, like what he said was gospel in his mind. His voice was dark, yet intriguing - the kind of voice that could pull you in, even against your morals. “No one notices what they unintentionally avoid, which opens up opportunities for us. We can learn things that no one else could fathom because we go unnoticed.” His hand caressed [Name]’s cheek once again, the leather cool against her skin. His eyes stay connected with her own, though the hatred had somewhat subsided.
[Name] felt something she had not felt in what seemed like forever; she felt that she was understood. No one had ever really tried to connect with her, and now that Bray had put that into perspective she felt better about everything. Now she knew that she wasn’t alone in being alone, and that gave her some kind of closure. “Pretty people hide ugly secrets.” [Name] nodded in agreement to his words, which in turn made Bray sigh.
The dark intentions that once invaded Bray’s eyes returned once more as he listened to [Name] agree with him. He knew that she felt alone in life, but he didn’t care - it wasn’t his forte to care - about how miserably lonely her life was. He only cared about keeping her mouth closed about anything she had heard. “Indeed. I suppose that applies to you as well, then.” It was more a statement than a question, but Bray seemed to be waiting on an answer - even if he already knew the answer.
[Name] was confused at the sudden accusation, especially after Bray had connected with her just moments ago. “It applies to everyone.” She replied cautiously, suddenly feeling more aware of her surroundings. Any comfort she had gained in knowing she wasn’t alone had vanished into panic once more - now she had wished she was alone.
Bray let his hand fall to [Name]’s throat, his thick fingers wrapping around the vulnerable flesh. The panic in [Name] began showing as she thrashed against the binds, desperately pleading to be let go. “It only applies to those who know secrets. You can only have a secret if someone else knows it, darlin’.” His grip on her throat tightened enough so that she had trouble breathing, but not so much that it would harm her. “Unfortunately for you, you know information you shouldn’t and that makes secrets. Secrets are hard to keep, so it’s just easier to not have them.” A single tear cascaded down the now rosy cheek of [Name], making Bray smile - it was a genuine smile.
Having trouble with getting enough oxygen, [Name] knew that she didn’t have much time left. Fortunately, she had figured out what Bray was on about. The day previous she had been minding her business when Bray and Joe approached, whispering. [Name] being [Name], she had gotten close enough to hear what they were talking about; a game plan. It wasn’t interesting to her, so she left to find something else to do, but clearly Bray had seen her and took offense. “All I heard was you strategizing with Joe, nothing more than that.” She coughed out weakly, more tears filling her eyes. Bray shook his head, seemingly disappointed.
“It isn’t what you heard, but what you could have heard. Besides, a secret is a secret, darlin’.” Bray stood, though his hand stayed firm on [Name]’s throat. He felt pity for the woman, but pity would not save her. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you - that’s far too messy. You’re just going to be unconscious for a while, but when you wake up you won’t be you.” His free hand joined the one on her neck, adding more pressure.
[Name] was beginning to see spots of darkness in her vision, unable to breathe in the slightest. “Please.” She choked out, desperately clawing at the wooden chair she was bound to. What did Bray even mean - she wasn’t going to be herself?
Bray ignored [Name]’s pathetic plea for him to stop - it was far too late for that now. Her eyes began to close, filled with nothing more than absolute fear. “You’re going to make a good puppet, [Name]. Luckily, no one will even notice the difference.” That loud and sinister laughter filled the air around them as [Name] fell into unconsciousness.
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The real question to be asked is:
How did Kevin Break his thumb
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