Night 1 Part 2
"Wake up, Dollface!" Are the three words that yank me out of my short sleep. My eyes shoot open to see Ambrose's moonlit face centimeters away from mine. They took my blindfold off? I wish they would put it back on if I have to wake up to this. He is sitting on top of me with his hands on both sides of my head, his legs are like a cage on both sides of my body. My first instinct is to push him away, but I inhale sharply at the realization that I'm still chained to this fucking bed. I feel tears fill my eyes when I feel him start to grind his jean covered crotch against my center and sniff my hair. Ambrose sits up and notices my tears. He laughs and jumps off the bed.
"Calm yourself, Sunshine," He says chuckling. "I'm just fucking with you. Hunter sent me to get you. It's bath time!" Suddenly his voice drops an octave and it regains the raspiness that I hate so much. "If it was up to me, I'd let you sit down here and soak in your own scent. I love the natural smell of woman." He climbs on the bed next to me, lays down, and puts one leg over my hip. I turn my head away from him, but he roughly grabs my jaw and yanks my face toward him.
"You smell good," He whispers. "I really want to turn you over, wrap one of those chains around your neck, and fuck you until you bleed."
I suck in a shaky breath and open my mouth to beg him to get off of me, but before I do, a smooth and deep voice shouts down at us, "Dean! What the fuck are you doing? If Stephanie finds out you're doing this again, she'll kill you! Remember what happened last time?"
I look up to see a large, muscular, tan, and extremely intimidating man. He has thick eyebrows, from what I can see in the minimal lighting that I have. Full, pink lips complement his facial features. A tribal tattoo runs up is right arm, over his shoulder, and hides on his chest behind his grey beater. His long black hair is pulled back into a long pony tail that falls over his left shoulder, while a few stray pieces of hair fall around his face. In a normal situation, I would say he is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen, but this isn't a normal situation. I am being violated by a man I don't know, and the large man is holding an angry expression on his face and does not look like he has any intentions of stopping Ambrose.
"Mind your own business, Roman," Ambrose yells back at the man. In my fucking ear. Asshole.
Roman just grunts and turns to walk away. Before I can stop myself, I scream, "Wait!"
Dean clamps his hand over my mouth, but still, Roman stops mid-step and turns back around. He looks at me for a few seconds, sighs, and then stomps his was down the steps of the basement. As he makes his way toward the bed that Dean and I are 'sharing', he sets his eyes on Dean with a heavy glare.
"Get up," Roman says.
Dean ignores Roman and turns his attention back to me. He is about say something to me, probably something disgusting, but Roman cuts him off and mentions the woman, Stephanie, that I keep hearing about. "You think she was mad after what happened last time? Just wait and see what she does this time when she hears your fucking with another indie-"
"You're not gonna say shit, Reigns!" Dean growls at him.
"I'm only going to say this one more time, Ambrose: Get. The fuck. Up."
Dean looks at me and gives me a chilling look, but he gets up and stomps up the stairs and leaves. Roman grumbles under his breath and starts to take the chains away from my wrists. He's nowhere near as gentle as Rollins was, but I know he is frustrated, so I don't say anything.
I don't know what comes over me, but as soon as the chains fall from my wrists, I quickly wrap my arms tightly around Roman's waist and bury my face into his chest.
"Thank you," I whisper into his shirt.
His body stiffens, and his arms stay firmly at his sides. He allows me to stay like this for a few seconds while I thank him a few more times before he roughly shoves me away from him, causing me to fall back onto the bed. I look up at him with wide eyes as he starts to speak.
He says, "Don't expect that to happen again. Don't ever touch me like that again. The only reason I stopped him was because if he fucks up, we both get in trouble. I'm not some fucking savior so don't look at me like I am one." He looks down at me with a disgusted face and says, "You stink. Get upstairs and take a bath."
When he is finished talking, he turns and walks up the stairs. When he realizes I am not following him he turns around and looks at me with an agitated look.
"What the fuck are you still sitting there for?" The volume of his voice causes me to jump and scramble to get to my feet. Unfortunately, and embarrassingly enough, my foot somehow gets caught onto the sheet of the bed and I end up landing face down on the cold cement floor. My fear of this large man outweighs my embarrassment, so I quickly stand up and follow him. He shakes his head at me and leads me to the top of the stairs.
Roman ends up handing me off to another "indie". Her name is Alexa. For someone who has been abducted and forced into slavery, she sure is happy. While she leads me to my bath, I decide to ask her about it.
"Hey, uh, Alexa?"
She perks up and turns her attention away from the bath she is running for me.
"Yes?" She asks with a smile on her face. I think the reason she is so excited right now is because it's the first time I have acknowledged her company since Roman handed me off to her.
"I don't want to sound rude but... why are you so happy?"
She looks down and blushes and then looks back up at me with that same smile on her face.
"Well," she whispers. "Master has assigned me a special job. He hasn't done that in a long time."
"Master?" I ask.
"Oh," She shakes her head smiling. "I forgot, you don't know yet. My master is the man you were with earlier. His name is Roman. Roman Reigns." Her smile grows even wider. "Even his name is attractive."
I am so confused. "But, why are you so excited, Alexa?" I whisper back.
Her smile slowly falls off of her face.
"Master-Roman. He took me away from a really bad place."
She doesn't seem to want to talk about it, but my curiosity gets the best of me.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
She shakes her head quietly and says, "Not tonight, okay?" Suddenly the smile creeps its way back onto her face. "Anyway, your bath is ready! Get in so I can get started."
"Huh?" What? "What do you mean."
She explains to me how Mr. Helmsley likes for the indies to be washed properly.
"And, you don't think I can do that myself!" I shout at her.
Alexa flinches and looks like she is about to burst into tears. "R-Roxanne-"
"How the fuck do you know my name!" I don't know what is causing my sudden freak out. It is probably all the built-up anxiety I have from being here and still having no knowledge of what my fate is.
"Roxanne, please!" Alexa whispers harshly. "If Miss Stephanie hears you shouting, we'll both get in trouble. Please...just let me wash you" Why is it so bad to talk? Is that why Rollins wouldn't speak to me in a voice above a whisper?
I calm down and strip out of the little clothing that I have on. When Alexa realizes that I am going to cooperate, she smiles at me happily and guides me to the tub. I sink down slowly into the warm soapy water and close my eyes as Alexa starts to gently wash me.
"Roxanne," Alexa whispers. "Master Roman really is a wonderful master. I know that you are not as lucky as I am, but you have to understand, Master took me away to help me."
I can hear it in her voice that she is going into a different world, so I open my eyes and give her my full attention.
"He could have left me there, bleeding and alone to die," She says, her mind is now a million miles away. "I screamed for him to come back and help me, and he did. The other girl, Nia, she wasn't so lucky. I told her to just let them take her, but she kept fighting back. Roman has never hurt me before, Roxanne. I mean, yeah, I have been punished before, but it was because I needed it...and when I need to feel good, he helps me. He fed me, cleaned me, and trained me...He was even my first."
A blush starts to form on her face again. "Only because I begged him, though. I told him how beautiful he makes me feel and told him how my life was before him. Master may not seem like an affectionate man, but he really does care. He's not like Mr. Helmsley and Dean and Miss Stephanie. That's why I'm so happy. He takes care of me. Even though I am an adult, I swear he still sees me as a little girl sometimes, but he always changes my mind on those occasions where he touches me and makes me feel good.
Alexa continues to tell me stories about Roman, all the while cleaning me. For some reason, amid her telling me how nice "Master Roman" is, a thought comes to my mind.
"Hey, Alexa?" I say. "Do you know what happened to Dean the last time he tried to mess with one of the indies?"
The laugh that comes from Alexa's mouth echoes throughout the large, white bathroom. For a split second, she forgets that she is supposed to be quiet.
"Oh my God! Roxanne," She laughs, struggling to get the words out. "Miss Stephanie caught Dean outside harassing an indie." She starts gasping for breath, because of the intensity of her laughter. "The indie threatened to tell Miss Stephanie what he was doing, and you know what he said?"
Alexa did not wait for me to answer, "He says, 'You think I care what that bitch is going to do?'" She says trying her best to imitate Dean's raspy voice. "Roxanne, Miss Stephanie heard everything!"
"So, what did she do?" I ask excitedly.
Alexa pauses for a few seconds, trying to create suspense. "She shot him right in the foot, right then, right there."
I crack a smile for the first time since I was brought here.
"How did you find out what happened?" I ask.
Alexa makes a disgusted sound and says, "I was the indie that he was harassing. Master Roman saw him bothering me from a window of one of the bedrooms and sent Stephanie after him. I told you he cares about me, Roxanne."
For the rest of my bath, Alexa tries her best to entertain me and keep me smiling. This may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.