Obsession...people cannot help but be obsessed with someone, or something...and they want it for their own, and keep it forever.
But, the question is...when does this obsession start to become unhealthy? Because when it is....it becomes ugly, causing everyone to be affected by it...
For that one person or object, it's hell...
For the one who is obsessed with said person or object, it's heaven.
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Mirror, Mirror
by Green Phantom Queen
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Chapter 4-Bleed Like Me
"You try and comprehend in which you could never comprehend, you try and comprehend in which you never comprehend."-Garbage, Bleed Like Me
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"That's right," John murmured, slowly kissing his neck. "I've wanted you for so long, and now that I have you, I will never let you go."
The person in question just ignored the comment, staring against the darkness of the alleyway. His backside was hurting, and blood was soaking against his wrists and ankles. As John continued to speak, nothing came out of the other man's lips, as memories of the whole encounter came to play.
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To get a better understanding of the whole situation, let's turn back the clock around four or five hours ago. To the WWE RAW taping of December 22nd, 2008.
Randy Orton had successfully defeated Batista—due to forfeit—and became a step closer to fight Cena for the covered WWE Championship. He was currently resting inside his locker room, thinking on how he would finally be able to beat Cena once and for all, and take what was rightfully his.
Suddenly, his cellphone started to ring. He picked it up, staring at the single sentences that stared at him right in the face. It read: "Please meet me outside at this area after the show. I need to speak to you." Checking caller ID, the Viper found out that it was sent to him by John Cena....
But another thought came into his mind. John couldn't have called him—it was around ten minutes till the end of the show—because he would've been in the ring with Trish Stratus beating both Santino Marella and Beth Phoenix. How could he have been texting him when he was already in the ring?
Must be seeing this wrong. Randy thought to himself as he placed the cellphone back into his duffel bag. Wonder what he wants....
Unbeknown to him, through the shadows of the outside, an insane grin formed on the person wielding John's cellphone. He ran a finger to his long hair at the thought of the malicious ideas that was going to be delivered.
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John waited for Randy to pull up in the old junkyard. It was quiet, dark, and empty, perfect for what was going to happen. The fantasies played in his mind, hands roaming against burning flesh, feeling himself release and being with that person. Oh how he wanted them to come true, and all he had to do was say three simple words.
The screech of tires soon came into his ears, the WWE Champion turned to see the Viper exiting his car, slamming the door behind him. With two beeps, the car was locked and the form of the Legend Killer came closer and closer. He licked his lips...Randy Orton was going to be his very soon.
"So," Randy said as he finally stopped walking. "What's the big thing you wanted to ask me?" John resisted to urge to attack the Legend Killer, but the thoughts of having him were getting the better of him.
"Have you ever wanted to find that special person?" The WWE Champion asked Randy. "To be with that person, because they were soul mates, and let no one tear them apart?"
Randy slowly nodded his head. "Yeah," he replied. "There are so many divas in the WWE, that I could be with any of them at this point. But I'm going to wait for the person I know is special for me."
At that response, John felt anger in his heart. Jealousy was growing in him as he continued to speak. "But, maybe there is someone who is trying to tell you how much they love you...and yet you don't realize it." He moved closer and placed his hands on Randy's shoulders, sapphires against sapphires. "Because...I love you...I've loved you for so long, and all those words I've said...it was for you to realize how much I need you..."
Randy didn't know what to say...he couldn't believe those words...he wasn't gay, but then why did John say them. He then thought of the only rational thing in his mind that could help him out...denial and rejection.
He pushed John away. "Get away from me, you freak!" He snapped. "I call you my best friend, and all those times I asked you to hang out with me were just passes to fuck me when I was drunk?! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
John stepped back, the words numbing him to the core...tears started to swell in his eyes...but as they fell, an insane grin fell on his face. That same maniacal grin was on him as he grabbed Randy's arm.
"But Randy," He said in a soft, low voice. "Don't you understand? I love you...I need you with me forever...please..." His grip onto Randy's arm grew tighter. "Stay with me."
Randy immediately tried to pull back, but seeing how strong John was, he aimed his right hand and drew it back. He soon aimed a punch at John's face....only for his hand to be caught.
"I warned you." John whispered. "I wanted to be nice on you...but you leave me no choice!" He soon released his grip on the arm, and then punched Randy back. Unfortunately the force made the Legend Killer fall, hitting the ground with a thud. John gasped as he knelt down on his knees, trying to make sure he didn't give Randy a concussion.
"Oh my god." He said to himself, seeing Randy unresponsive. "What do I do now?" He paced a bit, walking back and forth, trying to think of his next move. Suddenly, an idea came to mind as a devilish grin appeared on his lips once more.
"This shall work." He replied to himself. "If he will not love me, then I will force him to...then I'll take him to Master, once I take him there, Master will know what to do...."
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Randy didn't know how long it had been since he was unconscious...it was dark and it was all a blur. He tried to sit, but couldn't feeling something push against his arms, stinging them. He slowly turned to his right, seeing wire tied around his wrists, causing them to bleed.
"What is this?" He whispered. He then felt a jerking motion as someone forced him to sit up, the wire cutting into his wrists and more blood fell down. He could only gasp in horror as he saw John Cena grinning at him, grinning at him like an insane maniac.
"I see that you're awake." John purred, lifting Randy's chin up to meet his gaze. "I realized now that I needed action, not words, to make myoumine. So, we're going to play a little game. I call it, "Master and Puppet"."
"You are insane!" Randy cried, trying to pull away from John. "Let go of me."
"I will once it's over." John said calmly. "But for now, you are my play toy. You see this?" Randy soon stared at what was in John's hand: two rotted boards nailed to look like an 'x', with each corner of the board having some sort of wire tied to them. Looking at his own body, the ends of the wire were now attached to his wrists and ankles, and that he was no longer wearing any clothes—his shirt, pants and boots had disappeared.
"The wire that is attached to your body is piano wire, and with a flick of my wrist, I can see you bleed, and you look so beautiful covered in blood." John was closer to Randy now, warm breath against the Legend Killer's chest as a small pink tongue wiped away the blood on his arm.
"I am not Pinocchio!" Randy snarled back at John. "Get these things off of me!" Without warning, a fist connected with his jaw and his upper body hit the ground once more. He was about to object but John's evil look shut him up.
"Naughty boy." John replied. "I will break you down, and make you my puppet...and when I'm done with you, I'll make sure that forked tongue of yours is put into good use." He slowly bent down, kissing his lover's lips softly, swirling their tongues together. The taste was indescribable as John deepened it.
Randy, on the other hand, was starting to get nervous. He tried to struggle but John immediately yanked on the boards in his hand, causing the wires to cut through his skin. He bit on John's tongue due to the reflex, causing the Doctor of Thuganomics to release the kiss, and an angry look was on his face.
"So," John growled. "You want to play rough, huh?" He chuckled a bit. "Fine, I'll play rough...I'll play rough..." He slowly removed his own jeans, exposing his hardened erection to the Legend Killer. Randy could only gasp in horror as he felt the erections grind together, freaking him out.
"Mmm..." John moaned. "Doesn't this feel so good? God, I'd love to be inside you..." An insane grin formed once more. "It will be so much fun."
"Stop this!" Randy cried out. "I'm begging you...please stop..."
John paused, trying to understand what was going on....but then anger was on his face as he pulled on the boards tighter, and more blood fell down the wrists and ankles.
"Beg?" John repeated. "Didn't I beg you last year? I begged you to not attack my father....he was an innocent man in this crazy feud. But you challenged him, and you hit him in the head...but then again, he would've never approved of my love. After all..." As he was saying this, he started to stroke his own dick, lustful thoughts coming into his mind. "Who could believe that me, John Cena, was gay?"
"I mean it John...." Randy begged. "I'll forgive for my crimes, I won't go after the WWE Championship again...I'll...I'll..." It was interrupted by a harsh laugh...he started to tremble in fear at the sight of the evil John Cena.
"Excuses, excuses..." John murmured. "I don't need them now that I have you right here as my little doll. I'll have my way with you tonight...and every night from now on, because you are mine." He slowly ran his fingers against Orton's own erection, slowly stroking it gently. "You'll soon get adjusted to my touch...it's not that bad..."
"I said stop it!" Randy screamed. "I'll call 911! I'll tell Vince! You won't be going anywhere near me again!" He was interrupted by a tug of the boards, the wires going deeper and deeper into his skin. Randy could only scream in pain as blood started to fall down onto the floor, and it looked like his hands and ankles were about to be ripped apart from his body.
"Does that hurt?" John said in mock pity. "Well it should...but don't worry, it won't be all about pain." He soon let his right hand crawl up to the Legend Killer's ass, parting the cheeks. He soon pushed two fingers inside the prostrate, stretching him.
"S-stop it..." Randy whimpered, tears staining his face. "P-please stop..."
John paid no attention as he continued to run a finger toward the hole, then he added two more fingers, widening it. The only sound that could be heard was the screams as Randy desperately tried to call for help.
"Shush, my little doll." John whispered. "It'll soon be over." He removed the fingers with a slight pop as he felt a bit of blood coating them. A sick grin was on his face as he positioned his own dick into the hole.
"N-no...please..." Randy said in a whisper. "I'm begging you...stop..."
"You should've said that before you messed with me." John taunted. "Beside, my time is now...now is my time to take you away from anyone that could get you..." With thate soon thrusted himself inside of the Legend Killer, pushing himself deeper and deeper. The pain was intense, Randy couldn't help but scream, even as John pulled on the wired boards as if he was a marionette. It looked like his hands and feet were nearly about to come out as the wires were sawing themselves into the bone marrow. John's grin was more insane as he continued to push himself again and again.
"Oh yes," John whispered into Randy's ear. "You're bleeding for me...and you bleed just like I do...but why can you not comprehend what I've done for you? I love you...I lust for you, and if you can't accept my love, I'll force it!" Randy couldn't respond as his screams drowned out his own words while John was being filled with pleasure.
"God..." John replied in a husky tone as he cried out his release. The seed sprayed into Randy's loins, filling his lower body with the sticky substance. Randy couldn't respond at that point as John let one hand stroke his erection once more.
"Release, Randy." John commanded. "It's good for you...it's very good..." Randy—not wanting to go through John's abuse—slowly nodded his head as he cried out his release...his semen pressed onto the smooth abs of John Cena as the WWE Champion ran two fingers down the white substance, placing them into his victim's mouth.
"Suck." Randy could only nod his head as he lapped the digits with his tongue, causing John to grow harder even after the release. The fingers were removed as John started to stand up. Picking up his jeans he bent down to Randy's ear once more.
"That's a good little doll." He said in an insane tone. "We'll play more Master and Puppet some other time..." Randy could only stare as John placed his jeans back one. He then picked up Randy's cellphone from the discarded pants and slipped it in his pocket. He even took the keys to the car while Randy just stayed silent.
"Good bye, my love." John replied, covering Randy with an old sheet before walking away into the darkness. Randy could only cry, bitter tears falling down his face as he brought his knees to his chest. Even then, he ignored the wires that were still connected to his body, wishing that they were already snipped off.
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Ted and Cody were worried that whole evening. Randy didn't arrive yet, although John was driving his car. When they asked him, John said he was allowed to use the car. Knowing that Randy wasn't that dumb, they checked his phone number to the last person that texted him: John Cena.
Following the coordinates, they soon found the abandoned alleyway. They slowly got out of the car, locking it as they trudged through it. The smell of dried blood filled the air as Cody accidentally stepped on something covered in blood. Flies were swarming it as Cody stepped back.
"What in the..." He murmured, the item being covered with a dirty blanket...in fact, it made a sound. He got on his knees, slowly removing the sheet, flinging it away from him...and he screamed.
"Oh my god." Ted said, seeing the site. "It's Randy..."
Cody couldn't agree more...Randy's wrists and ankles were covered in blood, and a stray board tied with wire was next to him. Both hands and feet were bound by the same wire, and Randy looked completely dead. He didn't even respond to them as he trembled violently...from the looks of the bruises on his hands and feet, it was if the bones were nearly sawed off.
Ted picked up his cellphone, calling 911. "Hello? This is Ted DiBiase, Jr. We're calling an emergency on the violent attack of one Randall Keith Orton...."
