*NOTE: I do not own ANY of the WWE Characters ONLY my own OC's. I also would like to state that even though I am using their names and/or TV characters, does not mean this is how they are in real life. Remember this is called Fan Fiction for a reason. It is NOT real it is FICTION.
Demytria Cross, a unique type of woman only 5 ft 10, long thick, brown, wavy hair. Stormy grey eyes that many thought were contacts, although they were she wasn't going to tell. In all actuality she has honey brown eyes and a complexion to match. Being a full size plus woman and was always confident. She truly wondered to even thank her European ancestors for that, sometimes her simple looks felt like a curse. Meeting her now boyfriend seem to make her question her looks. They had only been dating a year. Maybe its just all that he told her, how he made her feel. It was a never ending story with him. But what was she to do, but to take it day by day hoping not to get him mad.
Demy as many called her kept fidgeting looking around in the doctors office. She was nervous as hell, waiting to be called in for her latest blood work and urine results.
"Ms. Cross, you may come in now" as a gentle smiling nurse called out her name holding the door open.
Walking in, the nurse took her to one of the available rooms.
"Have a seat Ms. Cross the doctor will be in shortly. He is currently with one other patient."
"Thank you ma'am" as Demy forced a smile to the nurse as she walked out.
(Smiling? Really Demy... You're freaking paranoid and you're smiling... give me a break... Fuck what am I going to do? ... I want to be pregnant .. but.. He doesn't want me to be... If I am.. there is no way in hell .. I'm aborting this baby ... Even if I have to end it with him... I'm keeping this baby... )
"Ms. Cross," as a tall doctor came into the room extending his hand, "I'm Doctor Justin Van Buren. So how are we feeling young lady?"
"Well Doc... I know I have had my periods irregular for as long as I can remember... Even having them late.. but I haven't had any periods for the past three and a half months... So I thought I would come and check my blood work.. Thinking I might be pregnant... Is - Is everything okay? Am I pregnant?" Demy looked a bit concerned yet hoping she was pregnant.
"I see, well from everything I can see here. You're fine and I can't see anything from all these re-" The doctor looked at Demy since her cell went off again.
Demy knew who it was because of the ring tone. Sighing and apologizing to the doctor.
"What do you want? I am at the doctors office and no I don't know the results yet... Maybe if your annoying ass would quit calling for like maybe.. Uh.. I don't know an hour I could get an answer... Quit calling... I'm turning off the phone... Good bye!" Cutting off her boyfriend on the other end, sighing and turning off her cellphone.
"I'm truly sorry Doc... Please continue."
"Boyfriend?" as Demy nods at the doctor. "So like I was saying Ms. Cross from the results showing here you are not pregnant. Everything seems to be in working condition there are no abnormalities showing anywhere. Are you under any type of stress at home or work? Maybe boyfriend?", as Dr. Van Buren glanced upward from where he was sitting.
"Other than my boyfriend? No." Demy looked away from the doctor hearing her boyfriend's voice yelling at her earlier today.
"I swear you better not be fucking pregnant! I already have a kid! I don't need you to give me another! My career is on the road. You're even lucky I want to support your ass and the only reason is because I own you. And I swear, you will NEVER leave me. I have already been in prison before so that doesn't scare me. You are never going to be free of me. I own you and that is final!"
"Ms. Cross?", Dr. Van Buren called her out with his husky caring voice. "Is he abusing you? Do you need any assistance?"
(Fuck I want to tell him yes, but I can't... "Keith" ... Damn.. I can't get him mad.. I tried before and I'll never forget what he did to me.)
"No sir, he's an asshole but he would never hurt me... We just fight a lot that's it." Hoping the doctor would believe her.
The doctor was not convinced so he handed her his business card with his private cell number on the back.
"Here, I understand if you do not want to tell me. But here is my business card and I wrote my cell number on the back. If you change your mind any time in the future. I'll help you the best I can. Here go on take it.", Dr. Van Buren got up and put his card in her hands that were slightly shaking.
Demy looked at him for a few seconds then turned away putting his card in her purse.
"Are there any other questions, you may have Ms. Cross?", Dr. Van Buren trying one more time to get an answer from her.
"Actually, I do have one?" Demy pulls her eyes from the tile floor up to Dr. Van Buren's crystal clear blue eyes and he smiles at her. "Why do you care if I even call you later or tell you now, if there was anything wrong?"
Dr. Van Buren leaned against the sink counter top behind him. "Because my dear. My sister was in a violent domestic common law living arrangement. I saw all the signs that she was being abused. I even had her committed to the hospital several times but her boyfriend would convince her he would never hit her again. Yet she never told anyone she was being abused. By law no one could help her unless she pressed charges or if he was caught in the act of abuse. She never did ask for help sad to say now. So lets just say I know more or less what you're going through."
"Where is your sister now?" Demy asked seeing a sad look on Dr. Van Buren's face.
"Ms. Cross, my sister was beaten to death by her boyfriend. It's been three years since her death and I took in her baby and have been taking care of her ever since then, that is why I help all those women victims of domestic violence. I just want you to know you are not alone.", Dr. Van Buren's face trying to show as much concern that he is there for her.
Demy nodded as the doctor walked away. "And Ms. Cross go ahead and save my number in your cell phone. If I'm not mistaken your boyfriend will look in your purse sooner or later. Have a safe day Hun and I hope to hear from you soon."
Demy looked at her cell and grabbed the card saving the doctor's number as she was now alone in the room. Walking out to the reception area and paid for her visit. Turning on her cell, she started getting a lot of messages, text messages to be exact. All from Keith sighing, applying pressure to her right temple as she rubbed it.
"You okay Ms. Cross?" the receptionist stated to Demy.
Demy nodded grabbed her receipt of visit and payment and was now on her way. Walking out, she started reading all the text messages. The last one was the one that sent chills down her spine. She got him mad and turned around looking back at the doctor's office. Should she go back in and be safe. When the cell rang again, she jumped almost dropping the phone. Catching it before it fell, she took a deep breath and answered it.
"H-hello?" Demy stuttered knowing it was Keith.
"Are you done yet? Where is Roger? Hurry back to the bus now!" Keith sounding very upset asking for the bodyguard he is paying out of his own pocket to keep an eye on Demy.
"I just walked out of the doctor's office... Damn give me a breather Keith" Demy was irritated but just regretted talking back to him.
"Watch your tone woman and you better get your ass back now or else. Well are you fucking pregnant?" Keith using his dominating voice.
"No I'm not fucking pregnant, not like I want to have your fucking kids you asshole." Demy snapped not really caring any more what he does to her. Hanging up the phone before she heard his response.
Looking over at Roger as he was shaking his head. Patting her shoulder as he opened the rental car door. Roger was a sweet man compared to his boss Keith. He was the big brother Demy never had and sort of a best friend. She'd talk to him with concerns and he would help without Keith finding out.
"Hun why do you keep provoking him when you know what's going to happen?" Roger trying to talk some sense into her.
"Because I don't care anymore, Only buy some miracle will I be free of him, Roger... Even if it means death will take me." Looking out the window as they started to drive back to the tour bus.
"Hun why don't you press charges? Or Try leaving him again. I don't care if I lose my job. I can't stand sitting there knowing he is hurting you." Roger trying to make her understand, hoping she didn't hear his gasping in shock.
"Roger, can you just drop it please. I can't okay... I can't risk you getting hurt... You've seen when he gets angry. He wanted to replace you with some childhood friend. The last time you tried to help me get out... You remember that guy that looked like a football player that he called "Bear" (Roger nods)... Well lets, just say that guy is a fucking animal... I begged Keith to keep you as the bodyguard... The shit I had to do to keep you as my bodyguard will stay with me the rest of my life and I promised him that I would never try again...to try again and leave... You're the only friend I have now... I've lost contact from all my friends because of him and his jealousy... So please let's just drop it.", her voice starting to crack and she didn't want to start crying.
Roger sighed, he really wanted to know what happen that night, she finally confided in him when he had only started working about three months, looking at the road and kept driving. Finally back at the tour bus at the next arena. Pulling up next to the tour bus Roger gets out and opens the door for Demy. She sees three well known men in Keith's line of business as they pass her walking past Keith's bus. They nod, and she nodded back. Roger pulled her away not wanting Keith to see her making eye contact with any men. Roger opens the door allowing Demy to walk in first quickly following behind.
Looking around Demy noticed it was to quiet inside. She looks back at Roger and felt relieved, hoping Keith was no where around. Demy felt her heart stop when the back bedroom opened and there stood Keith smiling.
"Demy darling, come here and give your boyfriend a kiss.", Keith always with his narcissist self.
She just sat there knowing what he wanted.
"I'm not asking you again.", Keith using a forceful tone.
Shivering, Demy got up, looking down and walking over to him. Keith wrapped his arms around her squeezing tightly she whimpered. He crushes his lips into hers forcing a kiss upon her. Trying to push him off, Keith grabs her hair. Roger seeing this stood up looking at Keith.
"Don't even think about it big man, I pay you to keep her away from men not be her savior. I own her get that through your head. Now sit your ass back down or take a walk. I'm not going to be done anytime soon." Keith glares at Roger.
"It's okay Roger, please don't its okay... I'll be fine... I want this.. Please.. Just go..." Demy with tears in her eyes begging Roger just to take a walk.
"See Roger why don't you listen to my little whore. She knows what's best for business... Hahaha", Chuckling loudly Keith pinned Demy to the wall forcing his thigh between her legs that had her now on her tip toes.
Squinting her eyes, feeling her heart pounding knowing what was coming. She hoped he wasn't as rough as last time. Keith smirked how she was afraid of him, that gave him a rush. His dominance over her turned him on even more so when she fought back. Although as of late she has been losing some of her fight which in return was showing him that she was learning to become docile to him.
Looking back at Roger, Keith glared at him to leave since he had not left yet. Smirking at Roger, Keith looked at Demy as he began to grope her body in front of Roger. Biting her shoulder then tearing her button blouse open exposing the black and purple lace bra he bought her. Demy tried to fight back and Keith became more forceful.
"Oh yes, my darling... Fight back you know how I love it when you try to fight me... Look how hard you have me... Ugh fuck yes... Fight me... My little slut..." Keith whispers into her ear and grunting.
Keith started reaching to unbutton her jeans, when she grabbed his hands.
"Please Ran- ..." Demy gasped as Keith cut her off grabbing her throat.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" He applied pressure correcting her mistake.
"I - I'm so-r-r-y ... K-e-i-t-h... I- I can-n-t ... bre-a-t-h..." Grabbing at his large hand holding her smaller frame compared to him, by the throat.
"You're right... You're going to be sorry.. Get on your knees now.." Commanding her as he smirked at Roger.
Coughing catching her breathe Demy, glanced over at Roger for him to leave. Keith still holding her by her hair, starts to pull her to her knees. As Roger turned to walk away. Keith wanting to humiliate Demy even more called Roger.
"Hey big man where are you going? Don't you want to see her suck my dick", He chuckles, " You didn't want to leave, what is the big hurry if you're lucky I'll make her suck yours too.. Since I'm such a generous boss and all..."
Roger couldn't take it any more, "You're one sick mother fucker you know that Keith... You will get yours one day, I promise you that..."
Roger walks out shutting the bus door and walking away not wanting to hear what was happening to the young lady who he considered a friend. Turning on a cigarette, as he walked toward the rental car and leaned again the hood. His thoughts were full of rage. He wanted to tear Keith's ass apart and he knew no one but one person could stop him and it was Demy. Roger truly cared for her as a friend, they enjoyed a lot of stuff. They were always happy when Keith wasn't around. Roger had a screwed up sense of humor that Demy only understood. Sometimes his comments or jokes were pointless and the majority of the time perverted. But Demy would bust out laughing. He knew he couldn't love her because he was in love with his fiancee of two years. He took this job because where else would he make a little over two thousand a week and it was for their futures. Having already worked for Keith almost a year, so you can figure how much is saved already. His fiancee understood that and they kept in touch by their cell phones. Sometimes he would fly his fiancee out to spend some time. Although he knew his woman couldn't be out with him 24/7, but he noticed that was the only time Keith was treating Demy with lots of love. Or as he put it, the good kind of affection was when his fiancee was around. Roger had a future and he couldn't throw it away for a piece of shit boss like Keith. He would try to figure out a way to make Keith stop hurting her even if it meant losing his job and his fiancee would understand. As a matter of fact, Roger thought again when ever there was a woman around, Demy was treated with respect. So that gave him some what of an idea.
Keith chuckled looking down at her eyes that were no longer the stormy eyes he once adored. They were filled with sadness. This look made him think and his mood changed quickly. Picking her up by the shoulders gently, Demy was even more scared.
Demy started shivering not knowing what was going to happen. Keith hugs her and just holds her. Demy froze not knowing what to do. Keith snuggled his face into the crook of her neck, placing soft kisses against her skin speaking to her softly between each peck.
"I'm sorry baby... I don't mean to be a dick head but you get me so fucking mad... You know I have a bad fucking temper... I wish you wouldn't make me mad... I love you darling... I don't know what I would do without you... You are the only woman who has ever made me feel like a man... and I mean in every sense of the word... I'm sorry for what I did... I love you... and when you told me you were leaving me... I can't... I just can't... Don't make me mad again.. I don't like hurting you... Do you like making me hurt you?" Keith picks up his face to look at her.
Not knowing what to say, if he is being sincere or a manipulator as usual. She looks at him not knowing what to say, her throat froze. She wasn't able to say a single word.
"Darling, Do. You. Like. Me. Hurting. You?" Saying it in a firmer tone as he squeezed her waist.
"N-no of course not baby..." She managed to breathe out.
"Then why do you force me to be like this with you? I don't like hurting you, but you have to learn your place in my life. I'm the dominant person in this relationship." Keith explains to her making Demy feel its all her fault for being abused.
Shocked how Keith was actually trying to convince her that she was at fault. She could not believe what she was hearing. So Demy just thought the only way she could make it out of this predicament was that she would play his mind games for now. Moving her body in his arms she managed to place her head on his chest and wrap her arms around his waist. She kissed his chest.
"I'm sorry baby... Forgive me for not realizing how much I need you... I feel so bad... You know I need you to take care of me right?" Hoping he would except that answer even though she knew it was all a lie.
"Of course I forgive you baby... but you better not be lying to me... ARE you lying. to. me?" Looking at her grabbing her hair again.
Demy scared, seeing that vicious look in his eyes had to calm him down or she would be the target of his anger issues.
"No baby.. I would never lie to you... I love you... Lets go to the room so I can show you how much I need you..." Feeling disgusted what she had to do.
Keith had the biggest perverted smile on his face. Pointing the way to the back room. Hating herself, she walks to the room. Learning from past experiences, it would go a whole lot easier if she instigated it then have him taking it by force.
Shutting the door behind them, Keith stands there looking at Demy. Licking his lips and glaring at her from head to toe. Demy knowing his perverted mind she knew what he wanted. She takes off her torn top dropping it to the floor, then unbuttons her jeans pulling them off. Leaving her small heels on knowing he liked her in heels during sex. Walking over to him, she grabs his hands and places them on her breasts making Keith squeeze them gently. He started to knead them in his hands moaning how they felt in his hands.
"You know I don't like other men touching you or Looking at you because of how beautiful you look... I never want another man touching what belongs to me... Do you understand ME?!.." Keith showing his anger and jealousy side again.
Demy wanting to knock the shit out of him because of his mood swings, but just plays with his mind again.
"Baby I don't want anyone else to touch me... I know I belong to you.. You make so fucking hot when you touch me the way you do.. like now... Fuck I love your hands baby.." Demy was relieved she gained a smile from him.
Caressing his face with one hand and unbuttoning his jeans with the other. Rubbing his dick with her small hand over his jeans.
"Mmm Keith.. I bet you want me to suck your dick don't you... Having my lips wrapped around your entire length..." Demy knew Keith loved it when she had a dirty mouth in bed.
Feeling him shiver when she said that, he cupped her face and crushed his lips forcing his tongue into her mouth. Moaning and dominating her mouth, she knew he wouldn't last long once he penetrated her, and it was actually what she was wanting. He pulled away panting harder than he has ever before looking at her now plump lips.
"Fuck baby, you know how fucking hot are you... You need to suck my dick now... Get on your knees. Then I'm going to fuck you fast and hard... And you will fucking enjoy it... Got that?!" Looking at Demy as she gets on her knees pulling his pants and briefs down.
Making him step out of his clothes she pushes him forcefully into the bedroom door. He chuckled as Demy drew closer to him. He licked his lips waiting to fuck her mouth.
Demy always started with his balls. Licking them, nibbling them knowing he loved that because he would hiss every time.
Looking down at Demy, Keith grunted as she would kiss and tease the base of his dick with her tongue and mouth. Moving upward Keith just grabbed his dick and shoved it in her mouth. Steadying herself with her hands on his thighs, she pulled back some to breathe. He grabbed Demy's head by her hair on both sides. He was always impatient he wanted relief and he wanted it fast. Forcing her to deep throat at his pace, she tried very hard not to gag. Keith pulls his dick out, feeling it twitch smiles at Demy.
"Ugh fuck yes! You love sucking my dick don't you my little whore?" Keith always being the cocky asshole.
Taking his dick and only pushing the tip of his dick in gives Demy more orders.
"Suck it, and do a good job of it... I want those slutty lips and whore tongue to do their magic.." Grinning as she opened her mouth only making sure she sucked his head, "And you better look at me when you do it... I want to see lust in those eyes."
Demy did what he asked and began. Swirling her tongue around and sucking pre-cum into her mouth. Flicking her tongue along the opening made him moan and rolling his eyes back. Non-stop pleasure she was giving but never took her eyes off of him. Last time she did, Keith slapped her hard almost leaving a bruise.
"Shit Demy, Fuck.. I love your fucking mouth... Suck it harder... Ugh fuck.. Yes!.. Fuck... Right there... Son of a B... Fuck! Get on the fucking bed... Now you slut!", Keith grabbing her by the hair before he even gave her a chance to get up.
Throwing her on the bed, she moves back to turn and get her on her knees. She had to make sure she did what he wanted. As soon as she was about to turn, a sharp pain ran across her ass. Keith slapped her ass with all his might making her cringe in pain.
"Did I say on your knees, get on your back and spread those legs... And you better be wet, because either way I'm fucking you..." Keith warning her she might be in pain.
Still cringing at the pain as she laid on her back and did what she was told. Hoping she was wet, since he didn't stimulate her or even giving her a chance to do it herself.
As Keith got on top, Demy braced herself as he penetrated her. Tightly closing her eyes and relieved that she was wet. He moved in and out with ease, allowing Demy to sigh in some relief. Then he starts to pick up the pace and with force behind it. Not even enjoying it, she just laid there waiting for him to finish. Another sharp pain as Keith bit down on her shoulder, and she accidentally screamed from the pain. Grabbing her throat, Keith snapped at her.
"Shut the fuck up, You need to learn I own you and don't you ever have an attitude with me ever again. And you better NOT ever turn off your cell phone again you got it?" Grunting in Demy's ear.
Finally Demy knew he was almost done. His breathing and thrusts were more erratic than before. With his last uncontrollable thrusts, he finally released all he could riding out his orgasm.
"Fuck baby, this is why I love you... You always know how to satisfy me... I'm sorry for hurting you... I'll make it up to you I promise... You're my woman, my baby... I love you..." Keith stating as he kisses her shoulders and her collarbones.
Demy nodded so he would get off of her. He kept moving his hips a few more times and still grunting. Laying on top of her, Demy nudged him to get off.
"What you don't want me anymore?", Keith started with his paranoia again.
Holding his weight on his elbows glaring at Demy. Before she could tell him anything he lunged down and bit her again. She screamed out loud before he could cover her mouth. Roger heard that one and looked around to see if anyone heard. Seeing Stephanie walking of towards his direction, he throws the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. Stephanie gestures if his boss was there, he nodded and quickly walked to the door. Knocking hard on the tour bus door. Keith turned, and looked back at Demy.
"You better keep your mouth shut, get your ass in the bathroom clean yourself up and stop that fucking crying.", Keith giving her more orders. "You also better be a sweetheart and loving towards me, coming out when I call you. I mean it."
Getting off of Demy, Keith cleaned himself off quickly putting only his shorts on. Walking out of the room.
"Come in." Keith acting all relaxed.
Seeing Stephanie McMahon walking up the stairs, Keith held his hand out helping her up.
"Well Hello there Steph... What brings you out here so soon?" Keith being a sweetheart to his boss.
"Good Afternoon Randy, I know we had to talk later with The Shield but I have another meeting so with that being said...", Stephanie turns to Roger smiling, "Roger when you see the trio please allow them in, thank you."
Roger nodded but glared at his boss, then looking towards the back room. Sighing and walking out shutting the door behind him.
Stephanie looks around, sits down at a single chair at the table. Keith sits at the other single chair.
"Where is your girlfriend Randy?", Stephanie asks knowing she saw her get in the bus earlier.
"Oh I believe she is in the bathroom, she stated she will be out shortly." Keith/Randy stated to Stephanie.
Dean, Seth and Roman known to all as "The Shield" were walking and joking around as they drew closer to Randy's tour bus. Roger nodded them, as all three fist bumped him as he opened the door allowing them in. Roger following them in shutting the door behind him. Sitting at the drivers seat, Roger kept looking back at the bedroom door wondering how his friend was doing. He knew his boss Keith did something because he heard that scream, trying so hard not to hurt this damn guy.
Stephanie turns smiling at the trio, "Welcome gentlemen, please have a seat. I called this meeting not only to discuss tonight's event, but thought I would pass an idea to the four of you and your girlfriend Randy."
Catching Randy's attention, thinking what would Stephanie want with Demy. He didn't like the idea Stephanie would want to add her to a story line. He was not going to allow it, period.
"Really? What would my girl be doing exactly? Hold that thought real quick..." Randy/Keith called out to Demy wondering what the hell was taking her so long.
"Babygirl can you hurry up, Stephanie wants to talk to you baby" Randy using the calmest tone possible, trying to hide his anger.
Demy shocked that Stephanie wanted to talk to her. She ran to the bathroom again looking over herself making sure nothing of what had just transpired was visible. Walking calmly and inhaling deeply, Demy opens the door and walks out with a smile.
"Hi, Steph how are you doing beautiful?" Looking over at Keith since he wouldn't allow her to call him Randy, "Babe, I thought you said we wasn't coming till later?"
Randy pulled her into his lap, placing his arm around her waist. The trio sat up seeing how short Demy was wearing her shorts, even though she was wearing one of Randy's shirts that practically covered her ass. Well barely. Randy noticed this and dug his fingers into her hip.
"Actually I'm doing very well Demytria.. Oh I'm sorry I forgot you liked to be called Demy" Stephanie chuckled as she continued.
"So what is it that you wanted to talk to Demy about Steph?", Randy not liking Demy getting all the attention.
"Well actually since, I was trying to find an interesting twist to a story line... I wanted to know Demy if you would like to be in one with Randy and these three men to your right. Would you do me the honor and say yes. Not many Diva's here want to get near Randy, and a lot of their boyfriends or husbands don't want him near them.", Stephanie trying to figure out any expression on Randy and Demy.
"Oh wow, you want me... Uh...", Demy scared of boyfriends response. "Well... What do I have to do.. just say a couple of lines? Interfere in a match?"
Stephanie handed everyone a copy of the script and really wasn't giving anyone a choice, only Demy.
"You guys really have no choice, I'm just looking for a woman to play this part.. And Demy I consider you apart of the family since you have been here this past year almost. Everyone loves you, the fans interacting with you on Twitter is way beyond my amazement. Have you seen how many people want you to become a Diva or be apart of our show...", Stephanie sounded so enthusiastic making Demy feel treasured and loved.
"Wow really?", Smiling then turning seeing Keith's eyes with anger, "Well I don't know Steph.. I'm honored and humbled by all your kindness towards me. I consider you like a close friend, even a sister.", Demy trying not to think about Keith's anger and insecurities of her doing anything with any one of these three men, "Exactly how long do I have to think about this?"
"In all honestly not every long. I tell you what... You gentlemen get ready for your matches, you all know what I'm expecting tonight. Demy walk with me to my office here in the arena, so we can talk some more.", Stephanie stands up reaching for Demy.
Before she got up Keith dug his fingers in deeper, but smiling at her pulling her in for a kiss. Kissing her and as he pulls away he glares at her, then letting her get up.
Randy/Keith hadn't even notice the trio were catching everything that was going on. They stood up looking at each other, then the trio looked and Stephanie who was walking down the stairs. Needing to get to her office finish other items on her agenda.
"Demy, I'll be going, I'm slightly in a hurry but when you're ready... I'll be in my office, and Randy quit hogging her up I need to talk to her now not 20 minutes from now" Stephanie looked at Randy and Demy, then glancing at the trio, "As for you three... Guys bring her to my office with in 10 minutes, keep the scripts look over them and we will talk at our next event... Now Randy not 10 minutes..."
"Will do Stephanie, you can count us... Besides We, The Shield, Know what is best for business" Dean said chuckling afterwards.
Stephanie laughed as well, and walked her way swiftly back to her office. The trio looked at Demy waiting for her as she shyly smiled looking towards the familiar and safe face, her only trustworthy friend Roger.
"Hey guys let me talk to my girl privately real quick", Randy/Keith holding on to Demy's shoulders, "It'll be quick, trust me."
Demy cringed as Randy squeezed her fresh bitten wound on her right shoulder. Walking out Seth saw her in pain and he looked back at Roger.
"Go man, It's okay, for her sake go..." Roger whispered to Seth as he patted him on the shoulder walking them out.
"You have seven minutes Demy.. We will be waiting outside." Seth looked at Demy before he stepped off the bus.
Roger stepped off the bus, knowing his boss was not stupid enough to do anything while the would be witnesses right outside the bus. As soon as the door closed, Keith turned Demy around glaring down at her.
"Get your ass to that room now.." Keith/Randy again giving orders.
Pushing her to the room Keith smacked the back of her head. She turned with her hand in a fist ready to punch him. Keith looked at her and started laughing, eyeing her fist and pointed to his jaw.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You want to punch me, then go right ahead... You better make it count and better pray you knock my ass out long enough to get far from me.", Keith smirking down at Demy knowing she wouldn't do it.
Keith knew he had to much power over her, since she had no one, she have a place to go to nor did she have money to get away. Standing at the doorway entrance, Keith grabbed Demy by the hair and applied pressure on her bite wound.
"Go ahead scream I dare you, and see what will happen next", Chuckling at Demy, Keith grabbed her hand and placed it on is now hard on.
All Demy did was whimper, gritting her teeth from the pain trying so desperately to get away from him. Holding on to her hair pushing her against the wall, with his thigh between hers again. Keith/Randy used his dominance over her again.
"I suggest you decline Stephanie's request. No matter how much she tries to convince you. I will not allow it. I will make you quit even if you end up in the hospital... Do I make myself clear. None of those cocky little shit head trio are going to touch you anywhere... Your body belongs to me and you know better to go against me again... Or do I need to remind you again..." Keith/Randy states this and soon after licks her face and then slapping her with enough force but not hard enough to mark her face.
"Please Randy I need to go," Unable to look at him, Demy facing the bus door hoping someone would open it so she can get away.
Gripping her hair and yanking tighter in his hand about to do something and she heard him give some kind of noise that sounded like a growl. A knocking at the door as it was opened. Seth stepped up to the second step looking in.
"Demy we need to go now we have three minutes to get you to Stephanie's...", Seth saw Randy's hand gripping her hair, "O-office. Is there a problem here? Randy? Demy?"
Demy used this chance to squirm out of Keith/Randy's grip and walked in a hastily fashion. Passing Seth and down the steps, looking for Roger.
"Nothing that is any of your concern Seth, so get the hell out of my bus." Randy/Keith smirking as he told Seth.
Seth not even intimidated by him laughed back at him and turned around stepping off the bus. Looking for Demy and sees her standing next to Roger looking down. They start to walk when Seth asked her if she was okay. Demy wouldn't answer, but instead, Demy walked closer to Roger who put his hand on her back patting it.
Soon the trio, Demy and Roger were outside Stephanie's office. Dean knocked on the door even though he kept nudging Seth since he had this look about his face and kept looking at Demy.
"Come In", All could hear Stephanie on the phone.
Dean opens the door and gestures for Demy to walk in followed by Roger, Seth, Dean then Roman. Stephanie gestured for all of them to have a seat. All sat in this order, Roger, Demy and Seth on the long sofa with Dean and Roman sitting in single chairs, all facing Stephanie.
"So thank you all for coming. Demy so how do you feel about playing this part? Or have you decided not to do this?" Stephanie with a smirk on her face, "You know I can be real convincing, so when do we start?"
Demy looking over at Roger, then looking at Stephanie, she really didn't know what to say. Hearing those words that Keith said just a few moments ago did scare her.
"Steph? So who is exactly going to do what? And how long will this play out?", Demy really wanted to do it, she was a natural at convincing people she was okay. So she knew she was a good actress. She knew the fans enjoyed interacting with her and she enjoyed it. She didn't worry about the haters, she knew there would always be those.
"Well, I figured it would be Seth to be the one in the love story line with you." Stephanie smiled, "Seeing everyone wants to be in this best-friend, love relationship. I'd figured that he would start this with you. I understand Randy does have this jealousy streak. We all know that, but I want to use this to our advantage in this story line. It will make this more interesting."
Demy looked over at Roman who gave his signature smile. His smile was always gorgeous, friendly and in a way soothing but mischievous. Smiling shyly she looks at Dean, who winks at her showing is pronounced dimples. Demy almost melted at that freaking smile of his. She understood why the fans were crazy about this guy. Finally looking over at Seth, she lost it. His gorgeous brown eyes, the mixture of emotions that was in them. She could see his child-like nature, his friendly gestures of being a great friend, and then she could see how they sparkled with the hint of seductiveness. That is the part she was afraid of, all she could think of was the possible punishment from Keith/Randy. If he even saw Seth doing anything to her, whether it be, caressing, kissing, or just a simple touch. Keith wasn't stupid, he wouldn't attack Seth or any other man, no that wasn't his style, he loved to torment her, humiliate, degrade and mark her so she wouldn't for get who she belonged to. Those marks would not only be physical but mental as well.
Pain bringing her out of her short trance, and Seth completely forgot she had an injury. He just thought Randy/Keith just applied pressure on her shoulder. Seth didn't know she would be in pain.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry Demy... Did I hurt you?" Looking at Stephanie and glancing back.
"Demy?" Stephanie had a concerned look.
Holding her breathe and gritting her teeth, Demy just realized she broke one of Keith's rules, allowing others to see her pain that would bring attention to him. Opening her eyes as she exhaled slowly, she managed to look at Seth then Stephanie.
"It's okay Seth, just a sore shoulder... Yes Steph... I'm fine... Thank you for asking..." Demy's voice cracking slightly trying to convince them.
"Gentlemen please step out for a minute... I need to talk to Demy?" Stephanie not taking her eyes off of Demy, "I'll call you when I'm done and DO NOT allow anyone in, only if its Hunter."
They all nodded and got up walking out. The only man who stayed was none other than Roger who was Demy's security blanket, she was squeezing the life out of his hand but he didn't mind. Patting her hand, she loosened her grip just a tad bit.
"What's going on Demy? I saw your face, a sore shoulder does not cause extreme pain like that. You even gritted your teeth... I'm taking you to see Doc Samson.." Stephanie was really concerned.
Demy was terrified and she had to think of something quick or she knew it would get worse. She had no where to go. Speaking quickly, she said the first thing that blew out of her mind.
"Look Steph, may I be blunt... and I mean woman to woman..." Pausing as Stephanie nods, "Okay look you being married to HHH.. Oh I'm sorry Hunter... You know his weaknesses and I mean sexual weaknesses that would drive him insane, right?"
Stephanie smiles with a tint of rose upon her cheeks.
"Well lets just say, that I pressed that particular button on Keith more than I should of and since we love rough sex, he bit down on my shoulder earlier... You know right before you walked into the tour bus... Hence it still being sore... I just didn't want to say that in front of them (pointing to the trio outside)." Demy hoping Steph excepted that answer, or she would be in deep shit.
"One more question Demy... Why do you keep calling Randy by his middle name Keith?" She had never heard Demy call Randy by his first name.
"In all honesty, he wants me to ... He has two different personalities The Viper Randy, and then there is Keith.. The man not in the ring... A completely different person...." Demy was starting to feel uncomfortable, had to change the subject.
"Stephanie? I would like to accept this opportunity to work this script, but don't I have to be an employee to do so?" Looking at Stephanie cautiously.
"Actually yes I have the majority of it filled out for you, all you have to do is fill in the highlighted areas, and read the last page, initial where its needed and sign at the bottom with today's date." Smiling like she already knew Demy would agree to being in the script, "Oh and here I wrote this down so no one would hear or see this but this is how much you will start earning, we will see what else can be done here and we can start you training as a Diva if you wish, basic stuff. I'll have some of the veteran divas start training you throughout our shows. So that means getting to the arenas as soon as you pull in with Randy. If I have to provide your own transportation I will, I see potential in you. The possibilities are endless Demy its just up to you how far who are willing to go..." Stephanie searching the amazed speechless expression on Demy.
...
The trio chatted outside waiting to be called back in. Dean took this opportunity to speak to Seth.
"Seth, why are you looking at Demy so damn much, looking for trouble?" Dean raising an eyebrow waiting for a response.
"Dean, Yeah like I'm scared of Randy... I have this uneasy feeling he is abusing her..." Seth saw the shocked eyes frozen on him.
"What do you mean, why would you think that?", Roman quickly jumped the gun before Dean with questions.
"Let's just say I saw him with her hair tangled in his right hand, while squeezing her right shoulder with his left hand and was using his thigh and his weight pinning her to the wall..." Gathering his thoughts from his visual.
Dean responded, "Well you know couple love rough sex and alone time right Seth? Not everyone is lovey lovey like you."
"NO Dean! The look on her face was terror, like ... like she knew something bad was going to happen", Trying to keep his composure Seth continued, "When I walked in and questioned it.. She looked at me like her savior and squirmed out of his grip hauling ass passed me and down those steps."
"Whoa, that explains her almost falling, when Rome caught her, right outside the door..." Dean looked at Roman.
"Yes Dean, and Randy... Grr... that fucker told me it wasn't none of my concern and to get off his bus." Seth turns and grunted as he sees Randy.
"Excuse me fellas, I need to get pass you to talk to Stephanie..." Randy trying to get passed the trio.
Seth was the first to block him and put his hand on Randy's chest. Smirking at Seth, Randy looked down smacking Seth's hand off his chest.
"What's going on? Where is Demy?" Randy raised an eyebrow wondering if Demy was telling Stephanie about his anger and abusive ways.
Roman joined Seth blocking the door and in his baritone voice, "Not any of your concern and you're NOT getting in Stephanie's orders. We don't work for you so learn your place."
Paranoia setting in, he knew he had to make it right with Demy before he lost her to anyone. When he turns his head at a dirty blonde smirking glaring at him on his left side. Before he could ask Dean spoke.
"Randy, Randy do you hear your voices in your head, are they talking to you and do they understand?" Smirking as Seth and Roman chuckled, "For your sake I hope they are telling you to walk away before a snake gets decapitated."
Randy gives all of them a serious look and walks backwards, turning around looking at the door and walks towards it again, and sees that its now all three men blocking the door. Dean turning his head in a 'I don't think so' manner, Seth talking smack behind Dean and Roman next to him talking his sass.
Randy infuriated, he walks away and had to think fast, walking towards the area to get ready for his match, he couldn't stop thinking that he lost Demy. He decided to take his anger out on his opponent.
...
As Stephanie was talking Demy saw her salary and almost fell to the floor. Never in her life had she ever made that at any of her jobs. She was ecstatic, she looked at Roger as he smiled back at her. Roger enjoyed the look upon his friends face.
"OMG, Roger with this I could keep you as my bodyguard and pay you out of my pocket big man." Demy smiled with tears brimming along her eyes.
Demy read over the application, filled it out, read over rules and regulations initialing where needed and finally signing the last page with the date. Through out this Stephanie was on the phone. Demy turned to Roger, wondering if he would agree.
"Big man?", Roger nods, "Would you stay as my bodyguard, if I paid you?"
With a shade of doubt in her head, Roger as usual made her feel safe.
"Of course, little buddy your the only other woman I would be honored to be with other than my beautiful fiancee", smiling at Demy, Roger had an idea, "Although here is your chance to loosen the grip of the Viper, ask Stephanie if she could provide transportation... You know Keith is going to be pissed.. Maybe travel with the trio or at least along side them. I'll pay for it until you get your first check.. You still have to go get your clothes or you can just leave them there and I'll get you some for training and at least seven days worth. You can pay me back as soon as you can. Your my little best friend and I'll do that for you now that I no longer answer to him. I know my girl understands because I told her."
Demy had tears running down her cheeks, happy but she wiped them away quickly. Stephanie ended her phone conversation. Looking at Demy, wondering why she was crying then she saw Demy hug Roger.
"You to are pretty close... But why are you crying Hun?", Stephanie sees Demy smiling at her.
"Its just I'm so honored you have giving me this opportunity to work here, and I get to keep my closest best friend here as my employee now. He doesn't have to answer to Keith no more. I thought about the transportation, I think I'll take you up on that. I know Keith won't like it but he can get over it. I want to learn as much as I can and will not tolerate his jealous nature or being late on purpose so I can get fired. So who do I travel with? or do I just travel with Roger to each location I have to get to. In all honesty Keith took care of that I have NO idea how to do any of this." Demy finished wiping her tears.
"Well you're so welcome Demy and I'll tell you what... Roger can you call the guys back in here please, thank you so much.", Stephanie waited for them to all enter back in.
All men came back and took their seats. Looking at all the smiles in the room, Seth knew Demy was okay or at least he hopes.
"Gentlemen, I'd like to welcome our new WWE Employee Demytria Cross... Although we have to give you a another name for WWE purposes of course. What would you like?", Stephanie jots down a few names she has thought of already.
"Cora D Indigo", Demy says with a huge grin on her face.
"Why does she look evil when she said that?" Dean smirking at her, as everyone chuckled.
"I'd like to know as well.. look at you Demy. Its like you knew that name all along... Tell us why that name." Stephanie chuckling along with the others to that mischievous grin.
Laughing Demy knew she was blushing somewhat from all this attention that she is not used to.
"Well Cora comes from Corais as in the Texas species of Indigo snakes and I am from Texas. The letter D is my name Demytria and Indigo obviously is the snake. Which rarely bites but will attack and eat other snakes. Lets just say its a personal message to the viper. Hence Cora D Indigo and if possible dye my hair black and blue maybe blue extensions along the sides of my hair to keep black and blue strands braided back... Indigos come in black and blue combinations hence the hair color.", Feeling very proud of her idea, but wondering what Stephanie would allow. Although Demy knew she was NOT doing that BLONDE THING that the WWE would do to almost all the Divas.
Stephanie's facial expression was that of impressed, intrigued and all in all liking the idea as she nodded her head.
"Very well then, gentlemen meet Cora D Indigo from...", Looking back at Demy.
"From the sand hills of Texas, where Indigo snakes like to hide at times..", chuckling getting the weirdest looks from Stephanie.
"Okay Meet Cora D Indigo from the Sand Hills of Texas... I like that has a ring to it and mysterious...", Sitting back in her chair smiling, Stephanie continues as she looks at the trio. "Guys I will need all of you to travel together so, Dean, Seth, Roman, you three show her the ropes for traveling and she might have to use your assistant until I can get her one. With that being said, you three seemed to be dressed go out there and give me a good show... Demy you can either go back to the tour bus with Randy or just hang out here, its up to you Hun.", Stephanie completed the meeting and shook hands with Demy, Seth, Roman, Dean and finally Roger.
The trio went their separate ways, while Roger and Demy went back to the bus. She wanted to pack as much as she could before Randy come back and hurt her. She tried to pack everything as fast as she could, leaving things that he bought her that she could replace quickly. Roger stood watch, as her heart was pounding so fierce that it was hard to breathe. Then she heard the only voice that scared the crap out of her.
"Hey big man did you watch the match? I kicked his ass didn't I? Where is my baby, in the back. I'm such in a good mood. We need to c-e-l-e-b-r...", Stopping at the door seeing Demy frozen with her back facing him. He sees her luggage he bought her when they started their relationship. "Babe? What's going on? Are you leaving ME? Why?"
Closing her eyes when she could actually feel her heart stop for several seconds. Feeling dizzy, she turns around slowly looking down. Not even knowing what to say, remembering his threat, she had to get out but how.
"Keith, I love you... I really do, but I can't do this no more... You've hurt me to many fucking times... Stephanie almost found out about my fresh wound. I fucking lied for you, saying it was just rough sex... You know if I would have said the truth, you would be on your way to jail, and would no longer have that belt around that waist... I can't hurt you like you have me... So I think its best.. I know you don't love me... I know love hurts, but I would rather hurt not having you than being with you and hurting from all this abuse in every sense of the word...", Starting to cry still not making eye contact, "I'm sorry Keith but you wont change and I can't be like this... I took the job its all set... Paperwork is signed and I am officially a WWE employee as of 30 minutes ago...."
Silence fell and this large master bedroom starting to close in on Demy. Finally having the courage to look up at him. She saw what she has never seen in him. Fear along with tears streaming down his face. His chest rising in pain, but it was odd to her. She didn't trust him, how would she know if it wasn't another manipulative plot of his to keep her there.
"Demy? I don't want you to leave me... I know I have anger and jealousy issues and I'm sorry for hurting you... But please baby don't leave me... I'll change... I know I can... I'll do anything... I'll... I will... get counseling ... what ever I have to... I love you baby girl... Look I tell you what... We.. I ... mean you don't have to leave tonight... Everyone is going out tonight... the next stop from here is Dallas, Texas which is a few hours away and if you want we can have Dean, Seth and Roman stay on the bus with us, since we obviously have to work together because of this story line now..." Looking at Demy sincerely.
"So you mean you're not mad at me for taking the job?", Looking at him waiting for him to explode and her heart is still pounding.
"In all honesty babe... I'm surprised but not mad... It took a lot of guts to stand against me, and in a way I'm proud of you...", Smirking cupping her face. "You weren't expecting that were you?" Even looking over at Roger who still had hawk eyes on him.
Shaking her head no, and then looking at Roger. Roger didn't trust him, but it wasn't up to him.
"So lets go out I'm treating you guys, have a couple of beers, Roger you only have one since your still on the job, but what ever you guys want... I'm buying... Lets go... We can talk later.. I want to have fun tonight with my girl and I would like to consider Roger a friend..." Extending his hand out to Roger for a hand shake after he wiped his eyes
Roger looking over at Demy confused, shook Keith/Randy's hand. Smiling he patted Roger's shoulder and grabbed Demy's hand walking to the rental seeing the trio, yelling at them from a distance.
"Babe, does it look like I was crying... shit I hope not.. quick check my eyes... I don't want no one to know I'm a big ass cry baby for my girl... " Keith/Randy looking like a child not wanting to be embarrassed in front of his guy friends, "Hey guys, we are about to go out and celebrate my baby's accomplishment... You guys want to hang with us.. I'm buying my treat... What ever you want.."
Dean, Roman and Seth looked at each other and nodded but not before Seth stated something.
"Uh, but where do we leave our bags since we will not be at the hotel?", Not really trying to sound like a party buster.
"Oh hell don't worry about it... Put them in my tour bus.. We are all working together on the story line so shit... You guys can stay with us... we have plenty of room... There are four single side beds and well my master.. but sorry she practically owns that with all her woman junk...", Getting smacked by Demy along with an evil eye.
The trio quickly put their gear and luggage into the bus on the beds and followed Randy to their party location.
As the everyone started gathering at this local joint. It had all the trimmings of a bar, grill, and a decent size dance floor. Very cozy, and even better no smoking, according to Demy. She didn't mind people smoking but if she could avoid it she was happier. Sitting next to Keith, she was more scared now then before. She didn't know what was up his sleeve, but she had to figure it out before it was too late.
Keith/Randy nuzzled her neck making her jump. He whispers into her ear.
"Baby, please don't be afraid of me no more, I know I have been an asshole and said a lot of shit in the past. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise... Let me love you like you deserve... You're the most beautiful woman in the world to me and you're so fucking sexy...", Placing seductive kisses on her neck and just holding her.
While waiting for their food, Dean, Seth and Roman were enjoying their beers. Some of the wrestlers and divas took to the dance floor. Demy started laughing how some where dancing like dorks with no rhythm, but at least they were having fun. Its been at least a year since Keith took her dancing or being so sweet. She wishes that man would appear and come back to her. He was so loving, caring, the most gorgeous man in the world when she met him. The next song was a slow song, and she felt his hand on her thigh. Turning directly into Keith's eyes, she sees something different, but she can't pin point it just yet. All she sees is his eyes nothing more. He takes her by the hand, placing his beer on the table and walks her to the dance floor.
Here is where Demy knew he would get her. No one could hear his threats. Almost shivering, she looks back at Roger and he winks, making her feel safer that all those men are there and she knew Roger would be the first to save her, if all hell turned loose.
Pulling her close, he pecks her lips and is now forehead to forehead. Keith had her by the waist and place her small hand upon his chest right on top of his beating heart.
"Baby, open your eyes look at me... Please", Keith/Randy actually asked instead of giving orders.
Demy took a deep breath and waited, looking up at him.
"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you, I have no excuses its all my fault... I am not a man if you don't love me... A real man does not hurt the people he loves... And I love you more than my own life... What do I have to do to convince you that we belong together..." Keith looks at her while they dance around slowly.
"Keith I can't convince you, its just comes naturally. I miss the man you where at the beginning. I shouldn't have to explain to you what it takes, you should know.", Looking back at Keith/Randy.
Keith studying her face he swirls around the dance floor. Their movement are now one, as he holds her so close. Neither one noticed that the song finished and another slow song has started.
"Demy, do you love me?", Keith/Randy asked softly as he still watched her stormy eyes.
"Of course I love you Keith, I just hate and despise Randy... Randy hurts me, is cruel to me, rapes me, and...and... at times I wish I could kill Randy..." Demy felt better knowing she took that last part of her chest.
Keith gasped in shock that Demy has literally placed him with multiple personalities, not to mention that she wanted to kill him.
"Wait, you want to kill me? Demy I thought you loved me?" Keith trying real hard not to let his anger get the best of him.
"See you're not listening Keith... I didn't say I wanted to kill you I said I wanted to kill Randy the persona/character that is a jackass with me. I love Keith... The man that I fell in love with... You need to figure out what needs to be done...Lets go back to the table Roger is gesturing that our food is there..." Demy tries to break free, as Keith held on to her. She tries again and he holds tighter.
"Fuck baby, I didn't realized what I have done to you... I'll make it up... I love you and I'll prove it..." Kissing her forehead taking her back to the table.
Taking a seat, Roger looks at her with curiosity. Everyone starts to eat, Roman's cousins, The Usos, along with some of the other wrestlers and divas join a table with them. Laughing, drinking, eating made Demy feel so happy. She was actually starting to relax. Keith kept playing with her, even feeding her from his food. She would giggle when he would nibble her neck, then peck it.
When one of the acquaintances of the diva's kept looking at Demy with an evil eye. Demy kept staring back, she was starting to get annoyed by this woman. Demy turned and spoke to Roger.
"Roger? Who is that woman who keeps staring at me and why is she giving me the stink eye?", Turning back to Keith.
Then she sees that woman trying to get Keith's attention by calling him by Randy.
"Randy, hey handsome, may I have this dance?" This woman smirks looking at Demy.
Looking at her from head to toe, and Keith started laughing and he couldn't stop. He lent over to his woman and whispered, "Watch this baby, this ring rat is going to end up crying..."
Still chuckling Keith/Randy looks at her and leans forward, "You want a dance with me? What makes you think I want to dance with you? I have my woman here, and I don't appreciate your slutty ass giving her that looks you have been giving her.. Yeah I have been noticing... I have my woman... I don't need a slut to dance with... So get your ass way from my table because I don't remembering inviting you... By the way who the fuck invited her?", Randy looks around the table and no one responded.
Demy shocked but busted out laughing, looking at Roger confused, then looking back at Keith. Keith smirking and winking at Demy, then leaning over taking her lips into his. Demy cupped his face as he deepened the kiss. Looking at her Keith whispered softly in her ear as his lips slightly touched her earlobe making her body react.
"See baby, I will not let anyone take your place. Nor will I let anyone disrespect you anymore... I want to show you I can change... I love you baby... Will you allow me to make love to you tonight?" Taking her earlobe between his lips slightly tugging it, "I tell you what... I'll keep teasing you the rest of the night and when we get back to the bus and you're soaking wet and allow me to lick up all those wonderful juices... I'll make love to you please you in every sense of the word... I'll give you the best orgasm you have ever had... Remember our first time... Fuck you sounded so fucking sexy screaming my name... I want that again... I love you."
Pulling away from her, Keith sees her nibbling on her lower lip on the inside. Smirking he kisses her again, when he hears someone say "Oh get a room" and before he had a chance to say something Demy blurted out, "Oh go get laid" Everyone busted out laughing and the atmosphere was back to normal again.
Sitting there slowly drinking from her straw, Demy was thinking of what just happened. She knew Keith was up to something. For all she knew, Keith probably set this up to make her think he loved her. Sighing she kept eating, chatting with Roger, and the trio. People started leaving, Randy paying the bill, fist bumped his fellow wrestlers and looked at Demy, Roger and the trio.
"Ready to go back?" Nodding in agreement, they got up and followed each other back to the bus. Demy was scared and curious what the night would hold.
Finally back at the bus, the trio saw the X-box that was in the living area of the bus. They all looked at Demy if they could use it. "It's not mine" Demy rolled her eyes over to Keith who was just coming out of the bathroom.
"Babe, can the guys use your X-box?", Looking for his expression.
Keith/Randy started smiling, "Sure go right ahead, hell we are stuck with each other for what about a month or so?", they nodded. "Hell, I have some pretty wicked games, I actually got that new game COD, its pretty intense... But I'm turning in early I have to go to the gym and have interviews as soon as we hit Dallas.. "
Demy didn't want to go to bed, she was terrified what would happen behind closed doors. Looking at Roger, he knew what she was thinking. Startled that Keith wrapped his arms around her from behind, she automatically looked at Roger, and for some reason Demy and Seth connect eyes.
Keith nibbled on Demy's neck, speaking softly almost a whisper. "Damn baby you smell gorgeous, let's go to bed."
Roger right away tried to get into it, "Hey Demy I wanted your advice on a gift for my fiancee ... Can you help me with it?"
"Sure, Uh, Keith can you ease up on the hug... It won't take long... Go get ready... I'll be there in a bit..." Demy hoping he would let go when she felt his grip tighten.
Glancing over to the guys who were looking at him, he eased up and let go, but not without giving her a warning.
"Can it wait til tomorrow?", Looking at Roger while Roger shook his head no back at Keith.
"Actually not really her birthday is coming up and I need to pick it today (looks at his watch) Yep, next day already and like that I can ship it to her and she'll get it right on time." Grinding his teeth having to explain to an asshole trying to keep his buddy safe.
One could feel the tension in the air, Keith starting kissing Demy's neck on the left side from behind looking directly at Seth. Dean was looking directly at Demy seeing how annoyed she was by his antics. While Seth was glaring at Keith, and finally Demy kept her eyes on her safety blanket as she called him at times, Roger, her only friend now.
After marking Demy, but kept his lips on her neck, started moving his left hand to right above her waist band of her jeans. Trying to slide his fingers in, Demy stopped him. Closing her eyes, how much of an asshole he was, making her feel like shit. She knew he hadn't changed one bit. Then another sign to prove her point, Keith grabbed her shoulder and began to squeeze. Everyone saw the pain in her eyes as she tried so hard to not make a sound or facial expression but her eyebrows and jawline said it all.
"Okay babe, help Roger ... but please don't make me wait to long... you know I can't sleep without you next to me... Love you...", Kissing her cheek then smacking her ass, walking back to the room.
Demy just stood there with her eyes closed, as a single tear cascaded her right cheek. Roman looking over at Seth and Dean, shaking his head. Roman got up while Roger stopped him walking towards Demy.
"Baby girl come on, its okay... I'm so sorry" Patting her back trying to stop her from crying.
Trying to be strong not wanting to cry in front of all these men. She just looked away from everyone for a few moments. When Seth was squatting in front of her.
"Hey sweetie, you okay?" Placing his hand on hers, Seth looked into her stormy eyes.
"Please Seth don't touch me.. please", Demy kept looking back at the closed bedroom door, "I'm fine.. I'll be okay... Really I'll be fine, go enjoy the game... I'll be here for a while till he falls asleep"
Demy sits with Roger on the long couch helping him pick something for his girl for her birthday. He wanted to get her some jewelry.
A few hours passed and the guys were ready for sleep. They looked at Demy and the terror in her eyes. But she knew she couldn't hide forever. Taking a deep breathe she got up and walked to the back bedroom. Stopping at the door, hesitating to go in, she looks back and see all four men standing by their beds. Their face gives her reassurance that she will be okay. She just knew she wouldn't, Demy knew she was not going to sleep this night and Keith was going to humiliate her especially in front of all these men.
She turns the knob as slow and with such ease hoping he was asleep already. She walks in and he is on his back with arms placed behind his head. Demy turns and sees the four men watching her until she closes the door.
...
Seth couldn't help it, "Roger is she really going to be okay? I've never seen a woman terrified to be with her boyfriend"
Whispering back, "First of all Seth you need to whisper, if you guys are her friends and want to stay on this bus to try to protect her as her friends... You need to keep it to a whisper... She won't talk to me... If you want to know you'll have to ask her... Sorry but I don't tell secrets that she has told me..."
"Shhhh" Dean heard something, pointing to the room.
All four men were sitting on the two bottom beds, listening for what Dean thought he heard.
...
Before Demy could walk away from the door, trying not to make a sound.
"You better be naked when you get in this fucking bed! Demytria!" Keith said it loud enough for them to hear.
Jumping almost out of her skin. Tears were already on the verge of cascading down her face. Her body shook with fear. She felt his breathe on the back of her neck. He throws her against the door pushing his weight on her. She can barely breathe.
"Please Keith... baby... I'm sorry I took so long... I'll make it up to you.. please... don't do this... not here..." Sobbing softly, "Please baby... Noo baby... Noo... Please..."
Demy tries to fight him, even though he is too strong for her. He pulls her clothes taking them off.
"Demy is everything okay in there?" Seth growing irate with Randy/Keith.
"You better tell him yes or I'll humiliate you." Keith growled in her ear.
"Please Keith ... I'll do anything please... Let's just go to bed..."
"Tell. Him. Now!" Keith finally had her clothes off and started opening her legs.
"Nooo! Stop! You fucking promised! Get the Fuck! Off! M-e-e- - R-a-n-d- - " Demy clawing at the door trying to breathe.
"What did I fucking tell you?!" Grabbing her throat again.
"HEY! WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. GOING. ON. IN. THERE?!" Seth couldn't take it any more, as he banged on the door.
"RANDAL! Fool, yo ass better let go her before I break yo fuckin ass a new fucking crack mutha fuka" Roman's loud baritone voice echoed through out the bus.
Keith/Randy realized he was outnumbered and knew the story line would end soon and she would have no one to protect her then. Looking at her naked body beneath him as he had her legs spread about to take her. He kept the pressure on her throat, giving her more orders followed by a threat.
"You remember this Demytria... I literally own you, if you want me to keep my end of OUR agreement. Then I suggest you put up with my bullshit. If I want to fuck you in front of my friends, I will... If I want them to fuck you ... they will... Any man or woman I allow to fuck you.. they will... You agreed to this ... Remember... You want your niece taken care of with all those medical bills... You better do what the fuck I want, how I want, and when I want... You so much as try and test me... Try leaving me again... Just remember how I punished you... I have no problem doing it again." Keith watched her going in and out of consciousness. "Not so fast Demytria.. my dear Demy... You are going to enjoy this... I need you to be awake for this.. "
Keith being the sick bastard he is, picked her up by the throat and walked her to the door naked. Having his hand still on her throat with the same pressure.
"Open the door and tell them you're okay and make it believable." Keith couldn't help but chuckle.
"Please Keith don't do this..." More uncontrollable tears over flowed.
"What's wrong baby? Either tell them you're okay or I'll show them my brand.." Keith stated as she looked up at him.
"No No No ... I beg you Keith.. Please... Not that.. Please... No one has to know please... I'll do what ever.. Please..." Trying to whisper but Dean could hear it all and he wanted to kill Randy.
"Then do it and I'll leave you alone tonight... but when I want sex.. You will give it to me willingly, do I make myself clear?" Glaring at her with his signature Viper eyes.
"Now Do. It." Keith turns Demy around.
Demy inhales deeply as she weeps harder, turning the door handle. All men step back, waiting for a fight.
"Baby?" Demy turns to Keith.
Keith closes the door and wraps his arms around her. She couldn't take it anymore, she broke down crying she gave in, she was tired of all his abuse, her tears over whelmed her body, shaking. She falls to the ground exhausted. He picks her up, and carries her to the bed using the comforter to cover her body. Spooning her she soothes her. Stroking her hair softly holding her.
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Outside the door, all four men are infuriated and now concerned because all they could hear was Demy sobbing uncontrollably.
Seth: What the fuck is going on Roger? Does he does this to her all the fucking time? How come you haven't reported it? Does he raper her? This is bullshit man!
Dean: Seth calm the fuck down... You're not doing her any good fucked up pissed. You don't understand her situation... We all heard... Not only you? Roger how long has this been going on?
Roman was just pacing back and forth in the living area, he was tired but full of rage. He wanted so badly to break down that door, and brutally torture Randy. He couldn't speak he was a raging bull.
Roger also in shock. He walked to the living area and sat down. Looking at the back room, looking at his hands shaking with anger. His eyes brimming with tears that he was fighting back.
"I swear... guys... I fucking swear on my life.. I didn't know all that... I know he was a sick bastard regarding sex.. FUCK!", Roger looks at all three men sitting and standing by him, "I told you she has only told me a few things, but never anything about a niece or agreement... I know I tried to help her leave him, but he found her and tortured her but she wouldn't tell me how and barely earlier today, when she was at the doctor's office... She tells me that she begged Randy or Keith or what ever the fucker's name is... to keep me as her bodyguard. The only reason I'm here is because he doesn't want no man making any kind of contact with her... Fuck! What have I done..."
Seth: Meaning what Roger?
"Well... I have always walked away and that is only because she begged me to every time he was going to do something to her.. You know sexually... If.. If.. I would have stood my ground none of this bullshit would have happened today. " Roger gritting his teeth and now tears flowing down his cheeks.
Dean: Well Roger.. No need to worry... I've got a plan and if you want to help... We all get what we want...
Roman, smiles because he knows when Dean is all dimpled faced his is up to no good. Seth agreed to it even before Dean said a damn word of his plan. Finally Roger lifted his fist to meet theirs and they all listen to Dean plotting against the viper.. who will soon be decapitated.
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"It's okay baby... I'm sorry.. I do what I do... but.. I tell you ... you can not win this war against me... Baby.. I'm the only one who loves you.. Especially after all I have done to you... Why don't you understand this ... I mark you for a reason, its to show you.. I love you baby... and those are just reminders of how we will forever be connect... Please stop crying baby... I'm here... Come turn around so I can hold you properly..." Keith gets under the blankets.
Demy still crying just does what he says even though she doesn't want to be anywhere near him. Or even him touching her. Demy cried herself to sleep. Keith holding her as they both lay naked in bed.
Demy thoughts tormented her in her dreams, wanting to run away but stayed only because the hell she was going through was saving her niece's life. A promise made to her brother on his death bed, literally. He was taken to soon and now his heart beats with in his daughter's chest, since he was an organ donor. With medical bills, medication, keeping a roof over her niece's head, clothing, home schooling and 24 hour nursing care. Prior to meeting Keith, Demy work two jobs and baby sat to bring in as much cash as possible and was still behind on the bills. But Demy was keeping her promise to her brother. She knew he would be proud of her. Demy couldn't wait until Keith allowed her to use his cell for face time talking with her niece. That was the only true pleasure he had in all this.
With her eyes shut, still more tears touching the pillow. The darkness takes her as she waits for him to awaken her into her hell.