A/N:
So this is actually my story no. 100 in here. Yeah, go figure. It came as a surprise to me too that I've written so many.
Anyway... Someone told me I should write something special then. Now, "special" is such a strong word and it's all in the eyes of the beholder, so I'm not sure I can do that. However, I can try and write something I haven't written before.
So my mind was going crazy, trying to come up with something new. I was driving in my car when Halestorm's song "Mz Hyde" started and then the idea just hit me. It will only be a short story and some of you might get mad about the way I choose to end it but I still hope you'll enjoy it.
And while I'm at it, I just wanna say thank you to all of you who reads, follows, favourites and/or reviews any of my stories. Getting feedback and followers are really the only thing we writers can hope to get in here and it means everything. So thank you!
She watched in amusement as he was going crazy by the sight of her. He was growling, screaming, cursing, telling her how he was gonna kill her someday, while yanking at the chain around his throat. She stood in the open door, the door to the room she kept him locked up in, the door to freedom.
Dean Ambrose. The biggest challenge of the three. She had a feeling he would be the one causing most problems when she got her hands on them but she didn't think he would actually last this long. There was something admirable about how he refused to give up and let go but she knew she would get him there someday. She would break him.
"Easy there, little shih tzu," she said.
"I ain't just fucking dog!" He screamed.
She calmly took a couple of steps forward and as always he launched himself at her, hoping this would be the day he would get his hands around her throat and somehow fight his way out of there. He worked on impulses alone instead of actually thinking. It was the same story everyday. He would throw himself forward and he would fall down in pain just a second later when she tased him. He might be able to fight his way through a lot of pain but even the mighty Dean Ambrose fell to a taser gun.
She smiled at the scratches from his fingernails next to the hook in the wall. He had really been trying to get it out somehow so she wouldn't be able to chain his hands to it anymore. So far he hadn't been in luck. She worked quick as always and when he came to shortly after, he found himself in the familiar position he feared everyday. Hands chained to the hook in the wall, feet chained to one of the legs of the bed, all stretched out and hardly able to move. He lifted his head up to look around but had it immetiately slammed down into the concrete floor when she stepped on the chain around his throat.
"Bad dog!" She sneered.
"I ain't your fucking dog," his words came out as a whimper instead of a scream this time.
"You're my little shih tzu," her tone got more smooth.
In this room Dean Ambrose no longer existed. In this room her dog, her little shih tzu existed. It was his cage, his home, the place he was supposed to be. There was no longer a man in here. At some point he would accept he wasn't a human anymore.
"Good dogs get treats," she said as she sat down on his legs and started yanking his boxers down.
"I don't want anything from you," he said.
"If you start behaving soon, maybe I won't need the taser anymore," she said and grabbed his dick.
"Please," he whispered.
"Ssh," she shushed him gently as she lifted up her dress and slid down on him.
This was the part where he always zoned out. In the beginning he would scream and try to somehow get free underneath her. They all acted like that in the beginning. These days he had finally stopped that struggle and just stared up in the ceiling until she was done. So far, so good. He might not know it himself but he had cracked just a little. There was still a long way to go with this one but she wasn't gonna give up. She had all the time in the world.
"Good boy," she cooed when she felt him tense up and cum.
She looked at him and for the first time ever she saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He blinked rapidly to try and make them disappear. She reached her hand forward, something she hadn't dared to do yet in fear of him biting, and gently placed it on his cheek. She stroked it with her thumb a couple of times before finally getting up from him.
She grabbed the taser again and looked at him. It was always a balance act to release him again. In the beginning she had to tase him just so he wouldn't start fighting her the second he got free. The last four days it had been enough just to hold it in her hands and him knowing it was there.
She unchained his feet first. He didn't move them. He didn't even look at her. She moved up, unchained his hands and quickly retreated to safety by the door in case he decided to jump up and try to overpower her. He didn't move at all except move his hands down to pull his boxers back up. Other than that he just kept lying on the cold floor, waiting for her to leave him alone.
He heard the door close and the key being turned and finally he let his tears spill while dragging himself back to the bed. He hated her, he hated her with all his heart, he hated her more than he had ever hated anyone before.
"I am not your dog! I am Dean Ambrose!" His voice started out strong but the more times he said it, the more it died down. "I am not your dog! I am... I am Dean... I am not... Dean..."