It was with a heavy heart she made her way towards the door. She hated this place already and she hadn't even set foot inside it yet. She knew what was waiting on the other side and it was nothing good. She took a deep breath to steady herself and then raised her hand to knock on the door.
She felt like breaking her neck when she looked up at the big man opening. Roman Reigns. She knew this. She had googled everything about them she could the last two days to try and get ahead of the situation somehow. He looked down at her with a devious smile before stepping aside and allowing her to enter.
"He's in his room," he said.
She looked at him. Did he actually expect her to know where his room was when she had never been there before? She let out a sound of surprise as he grabbed her arm and forced her with him through the apartment.
In the livingroom another man was sitting on the couch with a devious smile on his own. Seth Rollins.
"So there's the woman of the hour," he chuckled from the couch.
She turned her eyes away from him, not wanting to give him any answer or show him any fear.
"In there," Roman said and let go off her arm as he left her standing in front of a closed door.
She could feel both men staring at her from behind, waiting to see her next move. She wasn't about to let herself be intimidated by any of them. She knew she didn't have much choice here but she had made up her mind at home that she would not allow Dean to break her. That was of course before she knew he had to allies but she was still gonna try her best to stay strong through this.
They could stare all they want. She opened the door and entered without knocking. She knew it probably wasn't a smart move but it was her own little way of sticking it to them and showing them that she wasn't about to lie down on her back and roll over like a dog.
Dean was standing on the floor with his arms crossed, just watching her like a hawk, as she entered and closed the door behind her.
"Undress!" He barked out the order.
No greeting, no nothing. Just one word, one order, straight to business. Was he trying to scare her? Probably. She had expected things like this but still it surprised her. She didn't try and argue with him though. She had a feeling that was exactly what he wanted so instead she just kept her eyes locked with his as she undressed.
He kept standing there, just staring at her, after she had gotten naked. God, this man was scary and he knew it. It was all part of his plan. Scare her, break her, bring her down, make her know he was her master and she couldn't do anything about it.
"What do you want?" She finally asked when the silence got too much for her to handle.
"What do you think? I wanna fuck you," he answered.
"Correction. You wanna rape me," she said.
He let out a high laugh.
"Call it whatever the fuck you want. It's still gonna happen," he said, then nodded his head towards the bed. "Get on the bed."
She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. She watched him as he walked to her clothes and found her phone in her jeans. His eyes quickly found hers as if he expected her to object. She wanted to but she didn't. She wasn't gonna play all of his little games if she could help it. She wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction.
"Just installing an app that allows me to always know where you are," he said.
She just nodded and waited for him to be done. He dropped the phone on the floor, took his clothes off and walked over to her. He placed a hand around her throat and bowed down so his head was close to her.
"If that app somehow gets uninstalled or your phone gets turned off, I wouldn't wanna be you. I will hurt you in ways you can't even imagine. Understand?" His tone was so cold.
"Yes," she answered.
"Good girl," he said and twisted a smile before pushing her down on her back.
He didn't bother with foreplay or anything to make it pleasent for her. Not that she cared. She just wanted it over with. She laid completely still, just staring at the ceiling, while he took whatever he wanted from her. It hurt badly but she wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of crying or complaining. She concentrated on picturing herself somewhere nice until she finally heard him grunt as he came and then he disappeared from her.
"Fucking dead fish," he growled.
She tried her hardest not to laugh at those words. At least she had gotten her point across. She would do whatever he said but that was it. She wasn't gonna make it good for him if she could help it.
He put on his boxers but left the rest of his clothes on the floor.
"Stay here!" He barked as he walked towards the door.
"For how long?" She asked.
"For as long as I tell you to," he said and left the room.
Hours went by until he finally returned to the room.
"You're spending the night here," he said.
"What? But I have work in the morning," she tried.
"I know and you'll get there but you're not going home tonight. Do you need to use the toilet before going to bed?" He asked.
She nodded and he made a hand gesture to tell her to get out of bed. She got up and walked towards her clothes but he stopped her.
"No! You go naked," he said with a smirk.
Before she could protest, he pushed her out of the room and into the livingroom where Roman and Seth looked at her naked body with evil grins on their faces. She had never felt so humiliated before.
"What do you say, boys?" Dean asked.
"Nice. Very nice," Seth answered.
Roman just chuckled and nodded.
Dean grabbed her arm and led her through the apartment to the bathroom. Once inside she took a long look in the mirror, trying to keep her feelings buried deep down so her tears wouldn't start falling.
"Don't give him the satisfaction," she whispered to her mirror image.
She held her head up high as she once again made it naked through the apartment and back to his room. She could hear them laugh in the livingroom as Dean closed the door behind them.
"So how do you like my friends?" He asked with a malice smile on his face.
She snapped. She knew she shouldn't have, that it would only bring her more problems, but she couldn't help it.
"You know what, Dean. One day I'm gonna find a way out of this mess and you're gonna be so fucking sorry once that happens," she sneered.
"Is that so?" He questioned as he walked over to her.
Before she knew it, she found herself face down on the bed with his knee in her back. From the corner of her eye she could see he had his jeans in his hands and she wondered what on earth he was planning.
"You need to learn some fucking respect," he growled.
She heard the sound of his belt being pulled through the loops of his jeans. She started shaking as she realized what was about to happen.
His knee left her back but before she could react at all, a sharp pain went through her as his belt connected with her ass. She howled in pain and threw her body around to try to get away from him.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her towards him.
"Listen here, you cunt! You're gonna lay on your stomach and take every fucking hit I give you. If you just once turn your body around again, I'm gonna hit you all over your body and face instead of just your ass. You wanna go to work in the morning looking like that?" He spoke lowly.
"N... No," she stuttered.
"Good girl," he said and let go off her hair.
She hated those words, she hated the situation, but more than anything she hated him. She rolled around on her stomach, grabbed the bars on the headboard of the bed and just waited for the pain to set it. It came quickly. She bit the inside of her lip, not wanting to let out another scream of pain. He wasn't gonna get a sound out of her. She lost count of how many times the belt connected with her skin. She just concentrated on getting through it.
She heard him growl and then the sound of the belt being thrown through the room and the belt buckle hitting the wall. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was over now, right? His hand found its way into her hair again and yanked her up from the bed and out on the floor. He forced her down on his knees in front of him. Without a word he pulled his boxers down with his other hand and forced his dick inside her mouth.
"Do your job, cunt!" He growled.
He fucked her mouth brutally and she tried her best not to gag. Her eyes were filling with tears but she did as he wanted. Again he grunted as earlier and her mouth was filled with his cum.
"Swallow like the whore you are!" He growled as he pulled out of her mouth.
And she did.
Humilated and defeated she slowly got back up to her feet and he gave her a push towards the bed, indicating that she could go to sleep. She crawled under the covers without a word and curled up on her side. He laid down next to her and shortly after he started snoring.
They both woke up as the alarm on her phone started. She got out of bed, located her phone on the floor and turned it off. He stayed in bed, arms behind his head, watching her with a smirk on his face. She looked back at him with eyes full of questions.
"You may go," he said, answering her unasked question.
She hurried to get her clothes on.
"I like knowing that you have to wear that dirty clothes from yesterday to work," he said and laughed lowly. "Now, fuck off. I'll contact you when I wanna see you again."
She made her way through the apartment quickly, happy to see that neither Seth or Roman were up yet to send those devious smiles at her. She found her way to the parking lot and opened the trunk.
"Joke's on you, Dean," she said to herself as she pulled out a bag with a set of clothes in it.
She had a feeling that she was gonna need it so she had packed it and brought it along the day before. She now knew she was gonna continue being in front of the problems like that.
She wasn't stupid, far from. There was a reason she worked in her father's company and was supposed to take over one day and it wasn't because she was his daughter. It was because she was clever and good at what she did. Dean was underestimating her and she was gonna let him. That would help her along the way somehow. She was sure of it.
"Jessica, you alright? You look kind of pale," Warner, her father's business partner, asked.
"I'm fine, Warner," she lied.
"You know you can come to me with anything, right?" He asked concerned.
"I know. I've just gotten myself into a little shitstorm with this guy. Well, three guys to be exact but one of them is pulling the strings," she admitted.
She always had a hard time lying to Warner. He was like an extra father to her and he often told her she was the daughter he never had himself. He had been there all her life, watching her grow up, as he worked side by side with her father.
He pulled her into his office and closed the door.
"What's going on, Jessica?" He asked.
"Don't worry. I'm getting out of it. I can handle it. For now I just need a little room to breathe and time to think," she answered.
"Alright, I hear you. But you know you can always come to me, right? With anything. You know I got all sorts of contacts that might be able to help you out," he said.
"I know. And thank you. I might hold you to that," she said and smiled.
"I expect you to hold me to that," he said and smiled back.