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WARNING...This chapter came from a dark place, read with caution...Non/con and terror...

"A MELTDOWN INTO MADDING DARKNESS AND DREAD...A NOWHERE TO RETURN FROM"

Roman dressed in all dark black. From head to toe the Samoan was dressed to kill. He did not believe what Dean had to say, not for one single moment did Dean's words to the Samoan hold any ounce of truth. The look in that mans eyes had held something darker behind them, so much darker that even Satan would be proud to call Dean Ambrose his son.

Roman had no clue what Dean was really up to, but the glint of blackness behind Dean's eyes had Roman on full alert. The last time Ambrose looked like this, Roman's lover almost lost his life. A time in Roman's life that was truly frightening. Roman knew the red-head was the air to his lungs that breathed life to his once darkened soul.

If Dean had accidentally pushed the sharp jagged blade in just a millimeter deeper his West Virginian 'Spitfire' would be lying in a coffin and lost to him always. In a fit of darkened rage three lives would have been changed forever as well as the other people around them...

A look of haunted lost love burned up on the short-haired man's face. Dean was just moments away from going off the deep end again and truly losing it, this time losing his life in the process.

It had been far too long since he had any intimacy and he was growing tired of his using his dominate hand to get any relief. He missed Seth, and even more so, Seth in his bed. He wanted his cock to be buried into Seth's tight clenching tunnel.

"How dare they? That fuckin bitch! Those damn FUCKIN WYATT'S!" Dean stormed out of the house wearing his tight black denim jeans along with his favorite faded blue button down shirt, walking out to his '67 Black Camaro, he really had no clue where he was heading. All he knew was that he was suffocating from the inside out, Life without his love had began to take claim and his lonely heart and mind making his soul darker.

The car had two broad Canary Yellow racing stripes running down the center front top of the roof, hood and trunk. The car was worn but had been well taken care of.

Dean used to consider the sports car his baby and first love, but that was until Seth came along and took his place at first and center in Dean's tattered soul.

Dean started his baby girl up after buckling up, revving the motor loud. Almost loud enough to drown Seth Rollins from his soul. ALMOST.

The sound of Becky, his love, had sent waves of raw adrenaline through his veins. He smiled hearing his love speak boldly and revved up her voice as loud as the Camaro could go.

As he began to drive he reached down and pushed in his favorite compact disk. Pushing down on the accelerator not giving a damn where he was headed. Dean Ambrose was on a mission...and that mission was to drive Seth Rollin's out of heart and off of his mind.

You could hear the sound of the engine winding down the road. Dean was hot or so he thought, but when he reached up to his face he realized that he was not sweating that it was tears blurring his eyes.

Opening the console to his car Dean pulled out a metal container.

"Hello old Friend, I need you now more than ever." Dean explained to the flask as he turned up his old friend and took the first drink of the burning liquid. A first thirst he had wanted in a long time.

Within minutes the fading memories of his life with the two toned haired man began to make their presence known...

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Shawn and Chris were lying in their marital bed, both lovers were naked and breathing deeply from their time together, enjoying one another after their second round of hot anal sex. Shawn loved the love making that he and his lover had just enjoyed but he could sense that his lover was a bit off.

Chris had held a slight glint of despair behind his gentle loving eyes, A look only a true intimate lover could detect.

"What it is my Lionheart?" Shawn finally had to ask, he worried about his husband of 10 years.

"You felt so good inside of me, don't get me wrong baby, but it seems you were kind of a little lost."

Chris lay in silence searching his lovers eyes, then finally spoke. He didn't want to alarm his lover by letting him know he thought bad things were about to happen.

"I'm sorry, you are my world. I just feel off. Dreams I think. They are getting to me." Chris finally let his cherished husband into his tormented mind. Chris tried to protect his lover from all things black, in their world Chris wanted only vivid bright colors for the man he claimed for life.

Shawn, leaning over his lovers chest to kiss the lips he loved, pushed some stray hairs back behind his ear. Lips parted and Shawn held back tears from his lovers pain. "Who?" "All of us" Chris explained as he closed his eyes. Shawn held the man whom had just foretold the deaths of them and their loved ones...

x-X-x

"Laadan!" Bray spat. Laadan jumped and turned away from the mirror. "Who in the fuck were you talking to just now?" Bray scolded. He had been about to bust open the door to the room when he heard Laadan's voice. From the sound of it the brain washed green-eyed man was angry at someone.

"Wh, I I umm, it's Adam, he want's out. I can't get him to let go." Laadan tried to explain that Adam was talking to him in his head.

Bray stood there and listened to his follower. "I see." Bray responded. He needed a moment to think things over. He really thought his plan was going flawlessly. Now he was having sight doubts. "It will be alright my brother, You are strong and will be able to keep Adam hidden until the day he dies. Remember you are always mine Laadan, or do you need a reminder?" Bray asked as he pulled a knife from his back pocket.

Laadan went to protest as Bray began unfastening his belt buckle. Tears filled the eyes of the man whom heart belong to another man. Adam was well aware what was about to happen and he was beyond powerless to stop it...

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Dean drove until his flask was empty and his eyes were heavy. Removing himself from Becky, he walked into the home and stripped down.

His cock so hard he needed release. "Oh s sorry Dean I didn't see you." Heath stuttered. Roman had left for a few minutes to go to the store.

Heath standing dressed only in a pair of pajama bottoms filled Dean's vacant mind.

Before Heath could react Dean was already naked and pushing him down onto the floor.

Heath began to cry as Dean began beating him with the black belt that he just removed.

"I I love Roman, I love Roman, Dean." was the last words Heath said as blackness came for him. The feel of Dean's cock impaling him was just too much...

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