Chelsey heard the basement door being opened. She put down the bottle of water on top of the fridge and went back to the bed to cover herself up with the blanket. Several pairs of feet came down the stairs.
Two other men came down first. One with a blonde streak in his hair and one with his hair slicked back. She knew those two. Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose. Roman came down last. He was talking on his phone to what appeared to be her father.
"No, Hunter, you don't understand. It's been 20 days. I don't care what you say. I know I'm right. So I'm gonna do what I think is a fair trade. 20 days. I'm gonna collect Chelsey's body 20 times. Once for each day," Roman said.
Chelsey could hear her father's voice shouting through the phone. He either didn't believe Roman, or he thought he could force Roman into submission.
"Listen here, you fuck!" Roman shouted. "I already took her once yesterday. I don't care that you don't believe it. You're gonna listen in on this."
Roman smirked from behind Seth and Dean. The small pause made Seth and Dean start smirking too. They clearly knew what was about to happen.
"Boys," Roman said.
Seth and Dean moved over to the bed. They pulled her up from it. She was about to argue or at least try and plead her case when Dean planted a knee into her stomach. She gasped for air, and the tears spilled on their own.
"Do you hear that, Hunter?" Roman asked. "That's your baby girl. That's your fucking daughter. And we're not done yet, are we, boys?"
"Not at all," Seth chuckled.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," Dean said.
Dean threw a punch at the side of her face. She tumbled backwards. Seth hit her in the back of her head. She fell forward again towards Dean. Dean grabbed her and threw her down on her back on the bed. She watched through wet eyes as he opened his pants. He was fast between her legs, wrapping a hand around her throat and pushing his dick inside her.
"Hear how she cries, Hunter. Maybe if you're lucky she'll call out for her daddy. Don't worry. I'll be her daddy for now," Roman said.
Chelsey was well aware that she was sobbing, and that her father could hear it. She couldn't stop herself. Dean was done fast enough, and Seth took over right after. Once again she didn't fight back. She just laid there motionless while her tears did all the talking for her.
"That counts as three in total," Roman said. "17 more times. If one more day passes, I'll keep adding to it. Your call, Hunter."
Roman hung up and looked at Chelsey. She kept staring at the phone in his hand. Next to him Seth and Dean were fixing their clothes.
"Clean up," Roman said. "I'm coming to collect later. If you're not clean, I'm gonna be mad. You don't wanna see me mad."
The three men walked up the stairs and locked the door to the basement. Chelsey managed to get out of bed. She moved to the sink on shaky legs. She looked in the mirror. Her face was red from crying. Her cheek was started to swell and bruise from where Dean had hit her. She looked down to see her stomach forming a bruise from his knee as well. A headache had come crashing in after Seth had hit her. She grabbed a towel and turned on the faucet. She had to get clean. She didn't wanna see Roman more angry than she already had.