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A/N: I never know what to put in these things sooo… Any Avenged Sevenfold fans out there? Thank you for the reviews! They are much appreciated. Also! I am doing an Omegaverse fic that I'm soooo super excited about. Chapter 1 is already up and I'm running a poll to see who the male protagonist should be so go VOTE!
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WARNING: Dark themes, Angst, SEXUAL ASSAULT
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Taker sat at the head of a long, oak table. It was a darkly stained, behemoth of a thing. Large and taking up most of the room. Maybe that's why Taker liked it, because it reflected his own self. Members of the Demons of Death Valley, Texas chapter filed into the room slowly, everyone taking their assigned seats. Randy sat to Taker's left, as the Sergeant-At-Arms. Two seats, usually occupied by Seth and Roman (the secretary and road captain respectively), remained empty for obvious reasons. The chair opposite them was also empty, it was Dean's. Seated next to his spot was Cesaro, the club's treasurer. He transferred on from one of the smaller European chapters. Next to him, was Sheamus. Across from the red head, sat the other Irishman, Finn. Bray and his brothers, Luke and Erik, made up the end of the table. With Erik sitting on Finn's side and the other two next to Sheamus. Joey and the partially healed Jamie sat in folding chairs near the door.
TJ sat on the floor at Taker's feet, shivering. He hadn't let her dress in anything, so she stayed in the larger shirt Kane had given her some days ago. Randy peered down at her and felt an inkling of pity. He could see the aging bruises and scars that rashes, most likely from rolling around on the grimy floor, had left on her. Her hair looked shorter too. Some of it probably fell out for the same reasons.
Taker glanced to his right. The seat was empty. He looked over at Randy, who looked away from the girl quickly.
"Where's Kane?"
Randy held the man's stare. "I went up to his room but the door was locked. I told him that we were having a meeting in ten, but I got no response. I knocked on the door and told him again. Still got no response." He shrugged.
Taker felt himself becoming irritated. His brother's insolence was not what he needed right now.
"Someone go and get his ass. I don't want to wait anymore." No one moved. "Oh God", Taker sneered, "Don't tell me you're all too scared to approach him now or some shit." Still no one said anything. Taker rolled his eyes. TJ peeked up in curiosity. She knew Kane was a big, scary looking dude, but what could he have done to frighten these other big, scary guys. She shivered again, partly from the cold and partly from what Kane was probably capable of. Now she realizes that despite what he did for her, she didn't know him at all. He was probably a murderer and has done only God knows what. Unwanted fear of him shot through her heart.
Mostly annoyed at this point, Taker noticed the girl shivering at his feet and an idea came to him. He yanked on her leash. She ignored him, so he yanked harder. She jerked and gagged before turning to glare at him. He smirked at her. He reached down and pulled at her hair to make her stand. TJ whined in pain but stood all the same. Her hands were still cuffed, so she couldn't fight back.
"Well, other than me, you seem to be the only one in this room with any balls left, little girl." He smiled in her face. "So how about you go and get Kane for me?"
TJ's eyes widened. "W-why me? I don't want to."
" I'm not giving you a choice. We're done with that, remember?"
"B-but-"
"No 'buts'. Just do as you're told for fuck's sake." He fisted her hair tighter, making her yelp. Taker scanned her pinched face, irritated, looking for any signs of rebellion. What he did see was a tear slip from her closed eye.
"But-but what if-if he hurts me?"
"Well, lemme put it this way… If you don't get him, I'm going to hurt you. And if he decides he doesn't want to come down then I'm going to hurt you both." Taker pushed her hard away from him. TJ flew back and landed on her ass and hit the wall behind Cesaro and Sheamus. Randy jerked in his seat but stayed put. Everyone was glancing between Taker and the girl. "So I suggest you get off your ass, get up those stairs and bring his ass down here before shit gets uglier."
Wobbling a bit, TJ managed to make it to her feet and limped slightly out of the room. After she'd cleared the doorway the patch members turned to look at their president. All of them wore either masks of indifference or varying levels of discomfort. Taker simply stared at the doorway and waited.
…
TJ slowly made her way up the stairs. She glanced behind her expecting to see Taker standing there, but he wasn't. How stupid. What if she tried to make a break for it? She knew she wasn't at 100% but if she was quiet there was a chance of escape. TJ looked around and saw a door cracked open the slightest bit around the corner. If she could just slip past the door… She took a step down.
And what about him?
A small voice whispered to her. What about Kane? Did she just leave him there to rot? Taker was a bastard and would do God only knows what to Kane. It may have been true that she didn't know him well, but he did save her life.
'I'm still tryna figure out if that's a good thing or not though..'
Nevertheless, she knew it was the principle behind it. With all the mental fortitude she could muster, TJ turned around and made her way back up the steps. She looked down the hall when she reached the top step. All the doors were open except one at the end of it. That had to be where Kane was. TJ shuffled down that way until she reached the door. There were different squares of wood crudely nailed to the door, like they were covering something. What could that be all about? TJ ignored it and knocked on the patchy lookin' door. She waited a tick but never received an answer, so she knocked again. Still nothing. She could feel herself becoming annoyed.
"Kane." She said as she knocked again. No answer. "Kane, I know you're in there! Open the door." Still no answer came. TJ got pissed quickly. "Open the fucking door, Kane! You're supposed to be at the meeting thing!"
"...you cave that quickly, girl? Already running errands for him?"
If TJ was at 10 before, her anger shot 100 in .2222 seconds.
"Excuse you?! Running his errands?! I know out of all people that you aren't saying that shit!" She kicked the door this time. "Bring your ass, Kane!"
"Go away."
TJ snorted humorlessly.
"Go away where?! Whenever you decide to cut the shit and come out of the room, guess what! I'll still be trapped here! Or maybe God will be gracious and I'll be DEAD!" TJ fumed, breathing heavily. All the yelling and her blood pressure shooting through the roof was making her tired. Kane never responded. "Fine. Screw you anyway." TJ put her back to the door and slid to the floor. She was tired. The constant fighting and emotional turmoil was too much for her weak body. And Taker threatened to beat the dog shit out of her if Kane didn't come down. Why was her life such shit? Such. Utter. Shit. "Go ahead and stay in your room, you overgrown coward. Don't face your brother at all. Just let him keep railroading you. And me… Ya know I don't even get you. You rebelled against him by saving me and kept on for weeks without a care. But the moment he says something you do this? Tuck tail and hide? That's pathetic. I want the guy who came down to that basement with me. Not this sad sack of crap", TJ let out a laugh, "And to think you did all that and because you can't face him, I might die anyway… He said if you didn't come down he was gonna hurt me... And you."
She was met with silence. Sighing in defeat, TJ relaxed against the door and began to doze. Maybe her soul would slip away in her sleep. No more worries or sadness. Just a dark, deep sleep. What more can anyone ask for? Just as she began to nod off, the door behind her was opened and she feel back unable to catch herself with cuffed hands. Her head smacked the floor with a dull thud. When she opened her eyes, Kane was staring down at her, a new mask in place on his face.
There was a long silence as they stared at one another.
"...Ow."
Kane snorted.
…
The two meandered their way down the stairs. Kane making sure TJ didn't fall over. She couldn't balance well with her hands cuffed like that. Eventually, albeit slowly, they made it to the meeting. As expected, all eyes were on them as they entered the doorway. They both looked down the table to see Taker glaring at them both.
"So you finally got your ass down here. Wonderful. Sit down."
TJ hesitated slightly before moving in the room, Kane trailing her. TJ stood next to Taker while Kane took his seat at his right. TJ suddenly felt herself grabbed and placed onto Taker's lap. She recoiled but felt her leash pulled in the opposite direction forcing her still. Kane looked at her softly and then glared at his brother and waited. Taker glared back at him before looking around to see that the others waited on him to start as well.
"Well? Don't look at me dumb. Tell me something", he snarled.
"Well, President, our funds are stable this month. The Swirl has been raking in money steadily this month, in fact revenue is up 10%", Cesaro started, "I think the girls deserve something special for the work they've put in. I recommend a party or maybe a barbecue?"
"I like that idea. I'll let you and Sheamus put it together. What else?"
"Uum, from what I can gather from Seth's notes, work with Hernandez and the Street Diablos is making slow but steady progress. The first drop off was a success and they want us again in about a month."
"Hmm, okay, that's good. Anything else?"
"Speaking of The Swirl", Randy chimed in, "Lee has complained of a group of dickheads coming in and harassing the girls just about every night."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Said they get too handsy, drunk or sober. Told me Jynx was up there and they berated her from the goddamn audience. Made her cry and shit."
"That won't do at all."
Speaking of handsy, TJ felt Taker rubbing his hand along the inside of her thigh. She tried shifting but couldn't in his hold. She tried to close her legs, but he pinched her when she tried, so she relaxed again. She was gonna ignore him. He wouldn't do anything in front of them...well she hoped. Randy side eyed her and noticed her discomfort. He glanced down quickly and saw Taker's hand getting a bit busy. He looked back at the man just as quickly, gaze hardened ever so slightly.
"So what? You want me to go down there and bust some knuckles or what?"
"No. Not you, Randy", Taker nodded at Bray, "Bray, take your brothers down there the next few nights or so and keep it under control. With y'all's sister down there bartending, I know you wouldn't her to be in their line of sight as well."
Bray smiled. "Don't you worry about that, boss man. We've got the whole thing covered. Don't we boys?" The crazed looking men both nodded in unison.
"...Right. Okay. What else?" Taker moved his hand closer to TJ's center. He could feel the warmth coming from it and groaned a bit. He smirked feeling the girl shift again and again. All she was doing was waking up his cock.
"Stop", she whispered."
"No", he whispered against her ear.
"P-please?"
"Uh-uh."
She shifted more, trying to get her legs to hang off one of his legs, but he moved her over to the other leg, spreading her legs again. Everyone noticed the small struggle and heated whispered exchange and had gone quiet watching. No one was really all that shocked to see Taker's hand rubbing up against the crotch of the girl's panties. Randy clenched his jaw but remained quiet. He saw angry tears welling up in her eyes.
"Stop!" TJ suddenly screamed, but Taker kept on as though she'd said nothing. With his other hand he pulled against her leash again, causing the collar to choke her. He continued to rub her through her underwear. She turned her face away angrily.
"What else?"
Everyone looked around at each other, unsure of what to do. It was Finn who broke the silence.
"Um, so, yeah uh… The sheriff approached me tha oter day. He said certain folks were having a problem with us ridin' inta downtown so much more often now. Said for me to tell ya to curb the play time."
Taker was only halfway listening as he busied himself under TJ's shirt, his hand snaking its way to her breast and pinching a nipple. The girl jumped in his lap, but said nothing. He could hear her let out a sob.
Kane snarled behind his mask.
"Hmmm. Well tell the sheriff, unless he wants me to show those pictures of his kinky adventures to his conservative superiors. He'd be wise to shut the fuck up and keep his nose out of our business."
TJ wanted to die. She felt so violated and mortified as this despicable man openly molested her in front of these men. She knew it was coming one of these days. Taker was gonna tire of games and take what he wanted. She felt nothing but disgust as he touched her privates, no pleasure, no excitement, nothing. His fingers felt weird and uninvited as he attempted to manipulate her vagina and fondled her breast. She could feel her body reacting somewhat and moisture began to moisten her underwear. She felt even more disgusted, feeling her body react.
"You like it", he whispered. And TJ let another sob escaped her as her worst nightmare began to come true. She shivered in disgust when a wet tongue licked up her neck. She could feel bile rising in her throat.
'God let it end!'
Jamie spoke from the end of the room. "W-well I'm almost completely healed and can-"
"Well if that's all then I have something to say myself."
He remove his hands from TJ, who gave a sigh of respite. Suddenly she was lifted and forced face down onto the table. Randy and Kane damn near jumped from their seats. She groaned in pain. And then shrieked in anger as her hair was pulled, forcing her head up. "Does everyone see this bitch? Good. This is my bitch. No one touches her or else I'll cut your fucking hands off so you learn to not touch things that do not belong to you", he growled, looking pointedly at Kane. "This ass", he slapped her behind sharply and TJ yelped in pain, "is mine. This pretty little mouth", Taker squeezed her face, "is mine! And this pussy-"
"No", TJ pleaded.
"Is mine." Taker slapped her privates before forcing a finger inside her virginal walls. TJ wept openly and went limp as her insides were invaded. She couldn't believe it was happening. She looked over at Kane, willing him to stop his brother. To do something, anything. "Am I clear?" He glared at Kane, who met attempted to met his stare but inevitably submitted and looked at TJ's watery eyes.
"You're clear." He felt himself being cut to the bone when TJ's face took on a mask of betrayal, then horror and ultimately disappointment before turning away from him.
A/N: Damn. Two posts in one day! How 'bout that? What'd y'all think? Is Kane ever gonna stand up to his brother? And what's with Randy too? What's he thinking? DON'T FORGET TO VOTE ON MY POLL FOR MY NEW OMEGAVERSE FIC! I'M SO LIT FOR IT!