Backstage I hung around in the gorilla area, watching the Wyatts face the Beard and the Best on Raw. Erick and Luke dominated the match at Bray watched on, bouncing with excitement in his rocking chair. I watched him intently, remembering what it was like to have those hands on my body, his beard tickling my skin as his lips traveled my skin. Erick bounced Punk off the ropes and when he bended to flip Punk, caught a surprise kick to the face. Stunning him, CM Punk managed to roll up Erick in a surprise pin and got the three count. Luke tried to save him but to no avail, Daniel Bryan kept him from breaking the pin. Once the match was over and the opponents were celebrating and pandering to the crowd, Luke stared Erick down in the ring as Bray slid into the ring. My stomach knotted, seeing Luke stare Erick down that way. Together, Luke and Bray took out the Beard and the Best as Erick looked on, sitting in the middle of the ring with his head in his hands. I wring my hands in worry, concerned that he may be really hurt. It doesn't usually take Erick this long to recover. Bray stood over him, watching him intently as he climbed to his feet. He asked Erick something and he nodded gingerly, one of his big hands holding his temple. The show cut to a commercial as they climbed from the ring.
A bit later I wandered the hallways with my camera, looking to take pictures for backstage access. I caught a picture of Fandango and Summer Rae dancing backstage, 3MB playing air guitar. When we heard a skirmish backstage all of us headed back towards the sound. Luke held Erick as Bray yelled in his face. He held Erick's head almost tenderly as he belittled him. I set my camera on one of the gear boxes nearby and ran towards the group, shoving my way through the tv cameramen. Luke spotted me and smiled slyly. Had he told Bray about Erick and I? Bray hit Erick in the ribs with a solid blow, making the ginger crumple in Luke's arms. Scared that Bray would hit him again, I slid between them.
Bray stood back in surprise, automatically shoving his fists in his pockets as he looked me over. "Look. Two wounded animals huddling together. Are you trying to save him from the slaughter, little one?" He asked in his sing song sort of way. "I know your secrets, lost one." He whispered, just loud enough for the cameras to pick it up. "I know of your trespasses and your folly. You chose your path." He motioned to Luke and the bigger man let Erick go. He slid to the floor and I kneeled near him, my arm protectively around his shoulders.
Bray got down on his knees near us, sitting back on his heels. He watched me with intent eyes as I held Erick to me. "I've known of your secrets for some time but I've been waiting for you to slip up. I didn't want to believe what others whispered in my ear." He said darkly, glancing up at Luke. "But I never should have doubted him." Luke beamed with a crazed expression in his eyes. Bray stared into my soul with those piercing eyes before he licked his lips and smiled. He leaned in real close, whispering in my ear so that the camera wouldn't pick it up.
"We were born to fuck each other one way or another." He laughed as he rocked back on his heels and stood, his hands balled into fists at his side. "Take the weak one and tend to him. We'll settle the score later." Luke palmed the lens of the two tv cameras, pushing them away from me and Erick as he and Bray walked away.
I stared after Bray as he walked away, the hatred and lust boiling in my blood. I wanted him badly. Wanted his rough hands on me, his voice in my ear as he pulls my hair. And I hate myself for it. When the cameras left Erick lay back, panting as he held his injured ribs. He licked at the trickle of blood at the corner of his lips, brushing what was left away with the back of his hand. "Do you mind?" I growl at the few superstars still crowded around us.
"What happened Erick?" He cringed at the sound of his own name, sitting up and grimacing when he moved. "They were angry I got pinned." He said, his eyes lowered like a scolded child. "Well Luke got pinned last week and Bray didn't turn on him. He must've been looking for an excuse to punish you. This is all my fault." Erick reached out and pulled me to him, his big hand cupping my face as he kissed me gently. "We shouldn't be together anymore. I made him angry." I huffed and shook my head no but he lay a single finger across my lips. "I must obey him. You must obey him too."
Hurt by Erick's words, I stood and turned on my heels, headed towards the Wyatt locker room. I'm no longer afraid of Bray Wyatt. He has no hold over me anymore and my anger is pushing me to confront him.
From out of nowhere a pair of pale white arms encircle me from behind, a black bandana pressed over my face. An awful chemical smell makes my sinuses burn and the world fades to black around me.