Till I get you back
This story is the sequel to Till Death do I Cry so if you haven't read that story you should or you'll be a little confused.
This is sorta a Reba/Hercules/StarWars thing that'll be going on here.
Chap 1
Brock appeared in the room and once again both men were there, a triumphant smile on the man in black's face. Brock stormed up to him and grabbed him by the throat making him stand.
"YOU SICK MAN HOW COULD YOU DO THIS HER!" Brock shouted even tho their faces were only an inch away. The dark haired man just laughed.
"she's mine now Brick Head. And you can't do a thing about it." the dark haired man laughed. "have fun." and with that he disappeared into thin air.
Brock then turned to the man sitting behind the desk.
"how could you let him do that!" Brock almost shouted at him.
The man held up a hand. "listen Brock, now I'll give you one chance to save her, if you secede then you and her will be able to stay together. But if you fail you will be trapped there, and who knows what he will do to you two. You have to basically steal her away from him, she has to go willingly." He said then Brock nodded his head and turned to go. "Brock wait a second, don't let your feelings get in the way to much. You will have to control yourself... Bring her back safe, Brock."
Brock nodded his head and with that disappeared to find the road to hell.
After a while, Brock had found the road and was on his way as fast as his legs could carry him. A small dirt cloud rose and fell with his every step.
"I'll save you Reba I promise, I just pray I'm not too late." he kept repeating as he ran.
Meanwhile, Reba awoke to find herself lying on a king sized bed in a large room, she sat up confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Brock's arms.
Suddenly the fire that lit the torches lighting the room, burst into a ball of fire. Reba jumped back as it did so then the fire formed to the shape of a man. He was dressed in black pants that hung so low on his hips she wondered why they didn't just fall to his ankles. His black jacket was unzipped showing off his six pack, his black hair was spiked up and was died red at the tips. As the fire that was left burnt out on his shoulders he stepped forward towards her, a sweet smile on his face that somehow scared her more than Van's 'charming and welcoming smile'.
"hello darlin', sleep well?" he asked. Then it hit her, that voice, what the heck happened last night! She shrank back as he stepped closer.
"who are you? Where am I?" she asked.
"you don't need to know my name, and welcome to your new home baby." he said opening his arms. "your gonna spend the rest of eternity with me, how does that sound darlin'?" he said sitting on the bed next to her she pulled her legs up not wanting anything to do with this boy.
The man dressed in black grabbed her legs and pushed them back down, his hand was firm but gentle. She whimpered in distress as she tried but failed to pull them back up. He leaned over his face inches from hers as she pressed her head to the wall, wishing for Brock to run in and save her.
"your all mine darlin'. No one's gonna save you, welcome to hell baby..." he said then he moved in and kissed her. She gagged as he did so tying to pull back but he fisted one of his hands in her hair holding her in place.
again i hope it'll only get better