Title: Voices

Pairing: Randy Orton/ OC

Warning: mature content such as non violence and the beginnings of non consensual

Plot: Randy Orton's voices lead him to the ultimate price.

Disclaimer: As much as I want to, I don't own Randy Orton or the WWE. However, Nolee is the product of my own imagination.

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The temptation had gotten worse. He had lost his title and in doing so had started a downward spiral into a life of violence and desperation. And god he was desperate for her. What man didn't love Nolee Lacroix?

She had been with the WWE for two years and in that time she had proved that strength and beauty could be combined into one dynamite package. No one could have guessed that beneath her loving pool blue eyes and tresses of golden hair laid a powerful force to be reckoned with. And that force had captivated Randy Orton far more than the title belt ever had. Perhaps that was why he had decided to break into her locker room.

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Nolee was standing in front of the mirror in her locker room, ring outfit half on. Her tight blue jeans and brown belt with the large gold belt buckle were on, leaving her top half merely clad by a silky and lacy black bra. She had yet decided to wear her tied off blue shirt or her plaid short sleeved shirt. Her radio was on, Keith Anderson's Picking Wildflowers playing loudly. Maybe that's why she didn't hear the click of her locker room door as it opened.

She didn't even notice the presence of someone else in her locker room until she felt two firm hands grasp her waist. She was turned around to see the cold, honey brown eyes of Randy Orton. "Mr. Orton," Nolee gasped in her southern drawl, "how may I-" Her question was cut short as Randy firmly pressed his lips to hers and wrapped his arms around her.

Swiftly Nolee pushed the man off the top of her. "What the hell Orton?!"

Randy smirked, "You're pretty cute. Don't you think that we could be together?" He crossed his arms, biceps bulging underneath his long sleeved black shirt.

"Well if yeh wanted t' flirt with me then why come on to me like that?" Nolee growled, getting angry.

"Because I can see it in your eyes, Nolee. The legend killer excites you." Randy laughed, "You don't care if I'm rough. In face, you prefer it rough." His left hand grasped her wrist tight, "C'mon baby."

Nolee struggled out of his grasp, "Yeh son of a bitch! Don't yeh ever say things like that! Yeh don't know anything about me!"

Randy backhanded Nolee, his anger getting the best of him. A thin trail of blood came out of the corner of her mouth. "Didn't want this to happen to you Nolee. Your beauty shouldn't be tainted by blood!"

Nolee spat blood at Randy and it hit him in the face. He whipped it off and his eyes grew cold.

/Attack her Randy! Make the bitch pay for this! / A cold voice inside of his head whispered. This voice had been in his head for a while now, telling him what to do. The voice had started to bother him the day he lost the title to Triple H. It began to council him and every time he listened to the voice in his head, he seemed to get what he wanted. The voice had become the closest thing to a friend he had.

Listening to the voice, Randy grabbed a hold of her hair, "Little bitch!" he screamed, "Your gonna pay for this!"

Nolee couldn't fight back. It wasn't the fact that Randy was messing up her hair that got to her, it was the fact that she was tender headed. "R…Randy please…"

"Please what?" Randy growled in her ear.

"Don't hurt me. . . please don't hurt me. . ."

Randy smelled her hair, "Lilacs. I love lilacs." His grip on her hair let up as if remembering some time before. Nolee was intrigued by this man. She had seen old tapes before and that Randy Orton was nothing like the Randy Orton she saw before her.

Gently Nolee said, "If yeh let go of me. . . we can talk this out. Whatever's botherin yeh. . . I'll listen."

/She's just a girl Randy. Like you care what she says. / The voice spoke again /just send her a message of terror, make her fall in line. She's worthless! /

Randy waivered, "You…you wouldn't understand. No one ever does."

Nolee nodded, "I would. I'm-"

"SHUT UP!" Randy screamed regaining his tight hold of her hair, "Your gonna do what I say. Got it?"

Nolee quickly stated, "If yeh hearing another voice in your head other than your own, I understand."

Randy let go of her hair, "How… how did you…"

"Yeh not the same Orton from the past videos I've seen. Yeh crazed, cold."

"What does that have to do with voices?" Randy coldly replied.

"Nothing, but I can put two and two together. Yeh paused when yeh smelled my hair. Yeh just want someone to understand. I will understand. Trust me." Nolee replied, her eye meeting Randy's. There was an electric vitality to them, an exciting feeling that made Nolee want to comply with Randy's wishes.

"Really?" Randy asked tears starting to creep out of his eyes.

/WORTHLESS! / The voice shouted. /Stacy Kiebler never understood you and you gave her everything. What makes you think that she'll understand? Nolee Lacroix is just trying to get you to let her go. You don't want to lose this opportunity! /

"Really. Let me put my top on, "Nolee replied gesturing to her clothes, "and we'll talk about everything." She turned her back on Randy.

/ This is your chance! She's got her back turned to you, she's preoccupied. Grab her by the waist and bend her over the bench! / The voice said. /It's your big chance! /

Randy bit his lower lip and grabbed Nolee's waist. "Nolee I…I…"

Nolee closed her eyes, "Let go Orton."

"I want you Nolee. God I want you" he moaned, reaching for her belt buckle.

"Orton yeh may be a lot of things but yeh not a rapist." Nolee let out terrified, trying to struggle against him. "This isn't like yeh!"

"Just comply…" he whispered removing her belt. He then used it to bind her hands together. "I didn't want to use brute strength. I didn't." Bending her over the bench, he softly pulled her pants down revealing her black thong.

"Randy st…stop!" she sobbed. "I…I don't….I….I never…"

Randy was taken aback and when he realized what he had done, he stepped back. "Nolee I'm…I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me!"

Nolee nodded, though still crying. "Untie me?"

"Yeah." Randy replied. His hands fumbled with the buckle and he managed to let her go. "God what have I done?"

/ What are you doing!? You could have had her! You wanted her now your letting her go!? / The voice screamed.

"It's…its okay." Nolee comforted, holding on to him. Softly, sensually her lips claimed his. "I…I love you Randy. I always have. I just didn't want our first time together…my first time ever… to be something that we both regretted."

Randy held her close and wrapped his arms around her, passion swelling in him. "Let me…" his hand went to her thigh, remembering that she was only in her panties and top. Surprisingly, Nolee wrapped her legs around his waist."

"Not here…later…" she breathed, "I can't now."

"Later." Randy agreed.

/ We can settle for later. / The voice smugly said.