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Raven's POV
The kid is across the locker room, laughing, joking smiling with those he deems worthy of his time. He never takes the time to interact with those he doesn't deem worthy enough, those who haven't earned his trust are not worth the effort. His trust not something easy to acquire, and from rumors I have heard I can understand this. However the way those in his life practically worship him, place him on a pedestal makes me sick. Does he have talent sure, will he make it big most likely, will they be the bugs crushed on his windshield as he barrels along the highway of life without them, absolutely. He will leave them all behind, I've seen it so many times before that I can't understand why anyone makes friends in this business, someone is always left feeling jealous and alone while someone goes on to shine. I feel bad for his pudgy friend, he will most likely be the one most hurt by the bleached blonde brat going on to bigger and better things. Hell I am already helping him fulfill that destiny.
Our story lines continues to progress and I've got him working with me on TNA, it won't be long before is he fully noticed by someone with real pull, real power and everyone will be left. I feel his eyes on me and I glance back at him, he smiles though thin lips brightening his face, bringing life to tired eyes. I nod in acknowledgement, he thinks we are friends, I'm someone who has helped him, and so he has started to trust me. The thing is he is wrong, I'm not a friend, I'm the opposite, and I'm the demon in his pure little life. The feud, TNA that is all for me so I can study him, learn more about him, before I begin the true plan. I'm going to knock this kid down a few notches, destroy his ego, make him wish he had never met me. I'm going to hurt him, and laugh while I do it. Soon his world will implode and I will have taught another person not to mess with me, not to underestimate me.
I heard it from Gabe himself, the kid had initially refused to work with me, I was a has been, a nobody, I wasted my talent, I was not worthy to be in his little life. Gabe had talked him into it, it met more people watching, I had drawing power, and Punk could use the publicity. Well I will give it all to him, and maybe I'll make sure he can't wrestle for a while, take it all away from him. CM Punk will have no idea what's happening until it's too late, and then it will be far too late for him to recover. I will possession him, I will own him, and then I will destroy him.
I decide it is time to put the wheels in motion, to start my game. One he is going to be the unwilling star of, tonight we have a tag match. The kid with his mentor, against myself and Cabana, I know Cabana will turn on me at the end. That's now what I care about, getting my hands on Punk is the main plan. We all talk briefly before the match I study Punk a little while longer, the plan comes to full realization as I take in the tired eyes, and the incredible body, I plan on keeping him thrown off for the whole match. As soon as I am in the ring with Punk, my hands slide places they shouldn't be, groping touching, caressing, I feel him grunt a few times, and hear a few hisses of what the hell in my ear, I just give him an innocent look. Apologizing, stating I'm off tonight, he accepts this and I almost want to laugh. I'm also stiff, beating on the kid, he becomes a little cautious but tries to give as good as he gets. That is until I put an end to it, a particularly bad drop has him shaking the cobwebs from his head, I then place him in an ankle lock.
Trying to prevent the laughter from bubbling up as I put his foot in a particularly painful position. I think about how easily I could break it, I won't it is not my intention to break him yet, only to make his life a hell, in which I star as the devil. I twist on his ankle until finally allowing him to get to the rope. As I go to release the move I give it one last twist for good measure, I hear his grunt and watch as he struggles to his feet, pain obvious every time he sets weight down on his foot. I hold back the rest of the match, the ending is typical but I feel over all it was a great match.
In the back I observe him and his friends, I can feel his eyes on me once again so I head over. Standing above him I glance down, wondering what his reaction will be. "Good match kid" he takes a deep breath through his nose and nods. I step aside while he receives medical attention, wanting to smile when I hear he needs to go to the ER and get checked out. It is all coming together. Colt sighs and looks around and there little group, I know that they need to go. They are scheduled for a show half way across the country, I overheard that they all had a flight as soon as the show is done. "I could take him" I speak up heads turn to look at me "it's my fault he is hurt, I had no clue I was being that hard, sorry about it kid." I can tell everyone thinks it is a great idea beside the kid himself, he wants to argue but he takes the hit, not wanting his friends to take care of him. "He can stay at my place for a few days until he recovers" everyone seems too pacified and start gathering there belongs. I watch as Punk struggles to change, the need to gloat suppressed for now. When he is ready I throw his arm over my shoulder, I see everyone glance over. Getting thanks from some of his friends, I notice Cabana is silent as he watches his eyes glued to us but he refrains from speaking.
I assist Punk out to my car, glancing at him as he settles in. I reach over and grab his seat belt buckling him in. "Safety first" I state and he rolls his eyes at me. "So to the ER or my place, I won't force you to go get checked out. Though if you can't put weight on your ankle tomorrow I would." He swallows hard staring out the window as I start the car, I have a feeling neither choice is appealing to him.
"What the fuck was that?" He gestures to the arena and I keep my face as innocent as possible.
"I don't know what you mean kid. It was a match, a good one, so you got a little banged up. It happens to all of us, suck it up and stop being a cry baby." I almost think I hear him growl and want to laugh at the little noise. "I already said I was sorry, you should have said something I would have broken the hold." His fingers drum on his jeans and I wait for some stupid reply.
"Not the fucking injuries, I can deal with that shit. You were groping me Raven, your hands were all over the fucking place, it was inappropriate, and weird. So again what the fuck?" I chuckle and his green eyes turn to mine, the fire blazing in them adorable.
"I don't know what you mean, you are not my type kid. I like guys with their heads a little less far up their own asses. Sorry if you got the wrong idea. Now where are we going?" I can see he wants to spit more venom my way, but the adrenaline, and anger are wearing off and so he just shakes his head.
"Your place, I'll get check tomorrow if I think I need too. I can stay at a hotel." I chuckle again the kid is too innocent, like I would ever take him to a hotel.
"Kid you may have a concussion, can barely walk on your own feet, and look ready to pass out from lack of sleep. You'll stay with me." I put the car into drive and pull away from the arena, grateful I don't have to spend my night in a waiting room. By the time we arrive at my house his eyes are drifting shut, I grab our bags from the back and help him out. Deciding it would just be easier I leave the bags and scope the kid up. He rolls his eyes but keeps is mouth shut. I carry him inside to the spare bed room, depositing him on the bed. I return a few minutes later with his bag. "I'm going to get you some ice, do you need anything else?" I can see his ankle now that his shoes and socks are laying in a pile on the floor, perhaps I was a little too ruthless. I push that thought aside, and he glances up at me.
"Do you have any Pepsi? Also Tylenol, I have a headache from hell." I nod retreating from the room. Pouring him a glass of Pepsi, I grab the bottle of Tylenol placing it on the counter. I go over the rest of the medications in the cupboard, grabbing a bottle I fish out two of the capsules. Prying them open I dump the powder from the sleeping pills into his Pepsi. It is as strong as I could get them, I want the kid knocked out, and hell it is still over the counter so am I that horrible I want him to rest. Once the powder dissolves I head back to his room, he is sitting on the bed staring at my TV, clearly having changed already. I hand him the Pepsi and the bottle of Tylenol.
"Pepsi is kind of old, I'll go get ore tomorrow." I examine his foot as I place the ice onto his ankle. He hisses but refrains from moving, I watch him as he takes the Tylenol, washing it down with the Pepsi. Wrinkling his nose but shrugging, he down the rest of the glass and set's back against the pillow. I leave him alone telling him to yell if he needs anything.
When I return an hour later he is sleeping, blankets wrapped around him hugging my pillow. I run my fingers through his hair. He won't be leaving here I think, not without permission, he is mine now, I own him. He just doesn't know it yet, he will soon, he will learn. I will be his down fall, and every minute of it I will enjoy. I pull the blankets from his body, tossing them onto the floor. I drink in his skin reaching out to caresses his inner thigh with my fingertips. Soon I will be doing a lot more, soon he'll be begging me to touch him. I lift him gently carrying him from the room, his head lays against my shoulder the medication keeping him nicely trapped in his dreams.
I carry him down to my basement, into what I consider my play room, at the moment it only has a bed though. No windows only one door with a lock that only opens by finger print reckoning. I settle him on the bare bed, carefully, so very carefully stripping him. Once he is naked I take the metal cuff, attached to a heavy chain, long enough to reach the small bathroom but not the door. I tighten it around his bruised ankle, reminding myself that when the swelling decreases it will be loose. I take his clothes and study him for a few minutes, goose bumps have settles on his flesh in the cold room, he will need to earn heat, blankets, everything, I own him now, once he learns this I will let him out of this room, let him return to his life. Until then he will be here, in his new home. I hope he learns quickly, his friends will become suspicious and we really need to continue our feud.
I return to the living room, the door in the basement locked. I flip on the TV hitting the code for the surveillance camera, I watch as he sleeps waiting for him to wake up and react. I hope I'm not wrong that this kid will be a hard one to tame.
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