Want,Take -Chapter 10:
"Owens! The fuck has gotten into you? You haven't made anything since we brought that bitch here!" Hunter exclaimed. None of Kevins deals have gone well ever since Dean has arrived.
"That whore has nothing to do with this! My mind just hasn't been right these last few days." Kevin explained through gritted teeth. He's just been so frustrated lately and hasn't been able to get anything done. It was nothing to do with the screams and cries he heard the other night when Hunter went to Deans room.
"Get your mind right." Hunter said sternly. His people didn't play any games. If your mind wasn't on the money, it wasn't right. "Go take your frustrations out on Ambrose. He hasn't been out of his room in days. He's lucky we've given him a break." Hunter explained, suddenly remembering the pleasure he felt as he was fucking Dean.
"I don't need someone to heal me." Kevin gritted.
"Nah you don't, but you need someone to pleasure you." Hunter said simply. Honestly, who would turn down an offer like that? "So go into that room and fuck his mouth. He hasn't eaten in a couple of days anyway."
Kevin groaned inaudibly. Hunter said Dean would be well fed. Kevin made his way upstairs. Maybe he could just check on his boyfriend, well fake former boyfriend. Kevins hands shook as he had his hand on the knob. He could already smell blood. He swallowed hard before opening the door.
There was dried blood on the floor, all over the bed sheets. The room smelt of blood, sweat, vomit, and tears. One of the scents though, one that Kevin noticed was Deans cheap cologne. Kevin had bought Dean multiple really expensive colognes but Dean refused them saying that he likes his. Dean was incredibly loyal, no matter what you gave him he'd be just fine with what he's already got. No matter how many hot guys stepped up to Dean, flirted with him, asked him out. Dean always stuck to Kevin, no matter what.
The sight of Dean nearly brought tears to his eyes. It would bring any human with a heart to tears. He was curled up into a ball, crying and whimpering. There was multiple layers of blankets over him even though it was incredibly hot and stuffy in the room.
"Dean." Kevin stated.
Dean gasped and sat up, revealing his bruised tear filled face. "No, no please. Please don't, please no no no. Please don't hurt me" He cried, then began hyperventilating.
Kevin stood still. The way Dean was begging broke his heart, it shouldn't but it did. It was no secret that Hunter hurt him. Everyone in the house heard Deans deafening screams. His cries were horrific. He could've sworn he saw some of the workers around the house shed some tears. Some of the guys, like Sheamus, Baron, and the Dudleys, were actually laughing about it, saying that 'with the way he acted and dressed, he was obviously asking for it'.
"I'm not gonna hurt you" Kevin approached him slowly.
Dean seemed to only comprehend the word 'hurt'. "Don't…please no. Please Kev. Don't hurt me, please."
Tears nearly came to Kevins eyes, hearing the nicknames Dean gave him in such a terrified tone. Kevin sat on the edge of the bed and Dean watched him warily, flinching. Dean smelled of blood, sweat and tears.
Kevin put his hand on the thick blankets that covered Deans body. He didn't want to see his damaged body but he had to. "Can I, Dean?" He asked. Deans eyes widened in horror. He was going to shake his head but what would Kevin do to him? What if he does what Hunter did to him? Dean found himself nodding slowly. Maybe he saw a bit of remorse in Kevins eyes. Maybe it was just fear of saying no.
Kevin lifted the sheets and covered his mouth with his hand at the sight. Deans bottom half was bloody. There was trails of dried blood down his thighs. Scratches and bruises on his back, beginning to appear at his stomach. Not eating for nearly a week showed on his body as well. His ribs were faintly poking out.
Dean looked down at his destroyed body.
"Kevie, he raped me.." He whined with a choked sob. "H-How could you let him?" Dean began gasping and crying, coming to a realization. He placed his hand on his stomach. His eyes widened in horror. "Please tell me, di-did he use a condom?"
Kevin put a hand over his mouth. How could he allow another man rape the man that he loved, even possibly have a child with him. If Hunter found out that Dean was pregnant, he would kill the baby. Sure it was just business but he loved Dean. No. It was all business. He shouldn't be thinking of Dean as anything more than a fuck toy and something to pay off his gangs dues.
"Why are you just sitting there?"
Both men turned their attention to the doorway. There stood Hunter with a stern and confused look on his face. He was clearly wondering why Kevin wasn't currently mouth fucking Dean.
Dean whimpered.
Hunter smiled. "Miss me, Dean?" He asked arrogantly.
Dean squirmed and shook his head. Why would Dean miss Hunter? Hunter tore him apart. Ripped him up, piece by piece. Scarred him for life.
"C'mon bitch, I know you liked it." Hunter smirked.
Dean furrowed his brows. He was completely baffled. How could Hunter even say that? Does he even understand what he did to him? Hunter took everything Dean had without any of his consent. "No! I didn't like it! You raped me!" He screamed.
Hunters faced turned from amusement to anger in a matter of seconds. "Who the fuck do you think you're yelling at?!" Hunter screamed and approached Dean. Deans eyes widened in pure fear. Hunter grabbed him by the neck, pulling him off the bed. He shoved him to his knees.
"No! No! No! No!" Dean screamed.
This couldn't be happening. Not again. Hunter pulled his arms behind his back, revealing him fully to Kevin. Deans hurt eyes begged him not to harm him even more.
"Hit him!" Hunter screamed. "Take your anger out on his body." Hunter encouraged, pulling at Deans arms hard. "Right in the gut, c'mon!" Hunter yelled.
Kevin balled up his fist, standing in front of Dean. Deans eyes widened. What if he had a child growing inside of him? Hunter was getting impatient, tugging and pulling at Deans arms.
It was about money. Kevin can't betray his gang. They've done so much for him. That was on Kevins mind as he pulled his fist back and struck Dean right in the gut.
Dean cried out as Hunter released him. His arms immediately went to clutch his stomach. He coughed repeatedly, groaning in pain and gasping for air.
Hunter laughed and pulled Dean up by his hair. He forced Deans mouth open with his hands.
"C'mon Owens, shove that dick down his throat." Hunter encouraged, smiling at Deans whimpers and whines of refusal.
This time, Kevin didn't even hesitate to pull his pants down and shove his cock in the hot mouth of Dean. For money. For his gang. What has Dean done for him? Other than be a roadblock? Not only is he going to break down roadblocks but now he's going to use that roadblock to his advantage.
Dean gagged and coughed. Tears came to his eyes as he tried to force it out of his mouth.
"Work your mouth, bitch!" Hunter screamed yanking at Deans arm again harder, this time something must've snapped because his left shoulder made a popping noise.
A muffled scream exited Deans mouth. Something must've broke because the pain was enough for Dean to begin willingly trying to bob his head up and down. He just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. Kevin moaned out in pleasure. Dean was going too slow so he took it upon himself to begin fucking Deans mouth. Dean felt like his throat was on fire. The dirty blonde man coughed as Kevins came into his mouth, he spit out of the rest on the expensive carpet.
Hunter grabbed him by the hair. "Next time you fucking swallow it, you understand?!" Hunter screamed, then shoved Dean onto the ground once again. "Hold him for me Kevin, I need to test that mouth." Kevin grabbed Dean, holding him up in a similar position that Hunter had him in. He tugged at his arm.
Dean whimpered. "Kevin, my shoulder." He wept.
Hunter shoved his cock down his throat, fucking it, and eventually coming and this time Dean swallowed it without hesitation. Kevin let him go, leaving him crying on the ground.
"Clean yourself up, whore." Hunter hissed before delivering a swift kick to the shoulder he knew was hurt. He chuckled when he heard Deans choked breaths. "Kevin, take him to Lana when he cleans himself up. I can't lend him to the Wyatts looking like crap." Hunter demanded before exiting the room.
Dean tried getting up, he really did but the shooting pain in his arm was killing him. He wanted to go shower, to wash away the pain and shame he felt. His eyes met Kevins and the dirty blonde shuddered. Kevins eyes were filled with pure hatred and no mercy.
Dean didn't know why he felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please I'll be good. Please just don't hurt me more." He whimpered. Possibly it was out of fear.
"Next time we tell you to do something you do it! You understand?" Kevin barked and Dean gasped in shock. What if Kevin does what Hunter did? What if he tears him apart? What if he takes everything Dean has?
Dean trembled. "I-I understand Kevin." He was on his hands and knees now, attempting to get up and head to the shower. He tried getting up but immediately fell back down. He felt arms around his waist and he gasped in fear.
"Please no." He whispered.
Kevin roughly guided him to the bathroom then closed the door on him.
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Kevin knocked on the door. "Lana! I have someone!" He yelled and banged on the door.
A female with a Russian accent was heard from the other side. "I'm coming, I'm coming" The woman opened the door and greeted Kevin.
Dean refused to make eye contact. He was too afraid. What would she do to him?
"Go inside." Kevin demanded.
Dean had no choice but to comply. Lana led him to a chair and he sat down. Dean took a glance around, he saw surgical tape, band aids in all shapes and sizes, antibiotic cream and rubbing alcohol on a desk. Must be a doctor or a nurse, Dean thought.
Dean was lost in his thoughts when
"What's your name?" Lana was right next to him now.
Dean made eye contact with her for the first time. She had beach blonde hair pulled up into a neat bun, green eyes, a white pencil skirt with a matching blazer on her curvy body. Dean began feeling self conscious. She was gorgeous.
"I-I'm Dean." He replied in shaky tone.
Lana smiled. "You are very beautiful."
Dean blushed. "T-Thank you." He stuttered and tucked some of his stray hairs behind his ear. It was a nervous habit.
She returned to her desk, grabbing some items to set them on the table next to Dean. She poured some rubbing alcohol on a wipe and bent down to Deans level.
Dean immediately flinched.
The Russian stopped. "Do you think I'm going to hurt you?" She asked.
He gulped. "I…uh…um. I'm-I'm sorry."
She smiled softly. "Don't be sorry. It's okay, just tell me what hurts."
Deans bottom lip quivered. Everything. Everything hurt. "My back, m-my shoulder, and my ribs."
Her eyes widened. What hell has he gone through? "Can you take off your shirt?" Lana asked as she placed the running alcohol down on the counter and gathered some more supplies.
Dean struggled to take it off but eventually was able to. As Lana turned around she gasped. Bruises ran along his chest and stomach, and upper back, scratches on his lower back. The sight was horrific.
"What is your name again?"
"Dean Ambrose." He answered.
Her eyes widened in realization. She needed more conformation. "How long ago did you come here?"
Dean closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to remember that night. "5 nights ago I think." He replied in an unsure voice.
Tears formed in her eyes. That was him. That's the man that the gang has been talking about for months. That's the man whose horrifying screams of pain rang through the house at 2 am. That's the man whose begs and pleas deafened the ears of everyone in the house.
"Y-You're the new sex slave." Her voice trembled. She knew she'd see it happen eventually but the thought of her boss and fellow workers raping a man over and over and using his body to pay off dues was horrible. But she couldn't do anything about it. No one could.
Dean nodded and closed his eyes tightly as tears went down his face. Hearing what he was, what his life had come to and that he couldn't change anything.
"Please can you help me? Please." He begged. He saw mercy in her eyes. He couldn't pass up an opportunity to escape.
Lana shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't." She admitted. Her heart shattered hearing those words.
He nodded again, sobbing quietly. Trying his best to stop, but the thought of what the rest of his life was going to look like, made the tears flow more.
The Russian wiped the stray tears that had fallen down her cheek. "Can I fix you up?" She asked as she handed him a tissue.
Dean nodded as he wiped the tears. She pulled a chair up right next to him. She covered the bruises on his back with antibiotic cream and put band aids over the cuts. She also wrapped tape around his midsection.
"You said your shoulder hurts?" She asked, inspecting it. It looked to be limp, Dean hasn't moved it since coming in.
"I-I think I tore something." Dean knew he must've. He heard and felt the pop of it.
She inspected it before putting something on it that Dean didn't recognize. "Dean, it's dislocated. I need to push it back in, would you let me?"
Dean agreed to it but wasn't expecting her strength. He gasped in shock and pain.
"I'm sorry if hurt you." she said as she taped his shoulder. As she went around to tape it one more time she noticed a nasty bruise in the shape of a boot on Deans back. Around that bruise were cuts and scratches as well. She traced her hands on it. It's scary how much damage one human being can do to another. "What happened?" She really didn't want to hear it but she had to know.
Dean didn't want to answer, he didn't want to mention or talk about why he could barely stand up straight because of the constant stinging back pain. "H-Hunter told this guy, Rusev I think, to punish me." Dean closed his eyes tightly, trying to erase that memory.
Lanas eyes widened. "Rusev?" Dean nodded. "What did he do?" She asked with a hint of urgency in her voice.
Dean breathed heavily. "I-I don't know." He began hyperventilating. "He-He almost broke me in half." Dean didn't know if that was true but that's what he felt. He felt like his back was going to break under the weight of the brute.
Lana covered her mouth with her hand. "That's my husband." She stated with a shaky voice.
Deans eyes widened in fear. Now he was really going to get it. He backed away slowly. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I uh I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me. Please." He slowly raised his hands up to cover his face. He was truly afraid of what anyone in this house could do to him. He's been raped, beaten up multiple times. They must've been capable of anything.
Lana stared at him in disbelief. She then got up and before Dean could react, she wrapped her arms around him. Dean gasped at the sudden contact, he expected her to hit him but instead she was hugging him. His body was tense but he eventually melted into her touch. She kissed his head. He felt warm tears drip into his hair.
"I am sorry this has to happen to you…but I promise, I will make sure that they are not too hard on you." She said, her voice sounding muffled as she kissed him again. "Is there anything at all I can do for you? To get you?" She asked.
Dean hesitated to reply but he had to ask. "C-Can you please get me a pregnancy test?"
"You're pregnant?" She asked, clearly in shock.
"I don't know. I'm not sure if Hunter used a condom, the pull out method, or if he came inside me. I'm just scared. I need to know." The dirty blonde admitted. He didn't want to not be aware that he had a child growing inside him.
"You poor baby, I will get it for you." She promised, hugging him once again. The poor man has gone through so much and now he might be pregnant with the child of the man who raped and forced him into sex slavery.
"T-Thank you" Dean muffled.
A while later…
"When did you get married?" Dean asked shyly, he was beginning to open up to the Russian nurse.
"I got married a few months ago." She replied and she organized her desk. "Rusev found me, I fell in love, he told me what he did…" Lana explained, pausing for a second. "Of course at first I didn't except it but…love can make you do crazy, crazy things."
Dean listened carefully. Hearing the word Love. Has he ever really felt love for Kevin? The last time Dean felt true affection was when he was with Seth. The fact that Dean will never see him again was already making Deans heart ache. No matter how much of a player Seth seemed, he was always there. Anywhere from fellow models picking on him to men he didn't know at the time (Hunter) touching him without permission. Deans mind wandered
Sometimes love can make you do crazy, crazy things…
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It has been 5 days. 5 days of no texts, calls, and even answering of the door from Dean. Usually Dean texted him everyday and they would talk about meet ups with the group, or going to the gym together, or going out for coffee or even about the photo shoot they did together. It wasn't like Dean to totally shut Seth out. For a while, Seth convinced himself that maybe Dean and Kevin went away for the weekend together or something. But then Seth remembered he had Kevin's phone when he left it in the bar 3 nights ago. He had turned it on and immediately it vibrated multiple times due to constant messages. The two toned man couldn't help himself, he had to look.
All of them were from one person: Hunter
Holy shit, he was so amazing.
Owens, you did really well this time.
Bringing him was the best thing you've ever done.
I'll give you your pay after we lend him to the Wyatts.
But I'm taking 10% because Ambrose can have fucking children. That wasn't part of the deal.
If you're upset, go take your anger out on our new whore.
Seths eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was reading. The fourth message was especially eye catching. He said Ambrose. He mentioned Dean. This man. Hunter or whatever his name was is talking about Dean.
Seth needed to know more
"I need this phone unlocked stat!" Seth slapped the phone onto the table. His good friend Xavier Woods was a master in technology and Seth knew he would be able to let him gain access into the phone. The phone that will possibly answer the questions he has.
"Alright bro! Jeez!" Xavier immediately went to work on the phone.
And after a few long minutes of Seth being an impatient asshole, Xavier eventually unlocked it. Seth grabbed it out of his hand, anxiously. He needed to know what was going on.
Seth immediately went to the messages. Reading texts sent from over a week ago.
Kevin: We'll be at the Amoré bar.
Hunter: Okay. Can't wait to get my hands on him.
Seths eyes widened. What the hell was going on? He searched messages from weeks ago, trying to find answer. Seth hopedta 'him' wasn't Dean.
Hunter: We need to pay our shit. Wyatts attacked another member. When are you bringing Ambrose?
Seth searched more and more. Eyes widening at the unbelievable information he was taking in. He dug deeper, reading texts from months ago.
He put piece and piece together. Hunter must be Kevins boss. They're drug dealers. Drug Dealers that owe people a lot of money. They need to pay their dues. They want a sex slave. Dean is caught in the middle. Dean was the unlucky one. Dean is the sex slave. He's being used and abused for money.
Seth put a hand over his mouth. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Holy shit." Dean had been in danger this whole time and he didn't even know it.
The phone buzzed multiple times again. Coming from a current group chat.
Sheamus: How good was he?
Hunter: Better than I fucking imagined. He's so tight.
Seth thought he was gonna throw up.
Baron: Shit, I need to get me some before the Wyatts take him.
Chris: They're bringing him back, stupid idiot.
Alberto: What's his name again?
Sheamus: Dean Ambrose.
Holy shit. It was Dean. It was fucking Dean. This confirmed it all. Seth had proof. This was everything he needed to know and more.
AJ: What kind of name is that?
Sheamus: The kind that I wanna fuck.
Baron: Hey! I was supposed to be first.
Sheamus: I helped in getting him so I'm fucking him. Done.
Hunter: Be careful, he's fiesty.
Sheamus: I don't like it when they scream.
Hunter: It's actually fucking hot. His begging and screaming will be enough to get you hard.
Sheamus: I wanna gag him.
Baron: I could gag him with my cock.
Sheamus: You're not doing anything with him now because I am.
Tears formed in Seths eyes. Dean didn't willingly do this. He didn't give them their consent to use him. He screamed and begged them not to. He's in trouble. Seth wasn't doing to ignore this. He's had enough evidence to know what's going on. Hell they even used his name. Seth didn't need anymore conformation.
He ran out of the store leaving Xavier in confusion. He was going to find Dean even if it takes him every last breath.