The weakened DJ was tired out. Her body could no longer fight back, her anger over the years went numb, and there was really nothing she could do at this point. Her exhausted body attempted one last missed punch at Seth before she collapsed to the floor. If you told her a month ago, or maybe even two days ago that she would be stuck in the same scenario that changed her life ten years ago, she would've laughed in your face. "This wasn't suppose to happen, I wasn't suppose to go out like this".
Seth on the other hand though, was jubilant with what he had seen. "This bitch really thought she could get away". Looking down at the tearful woman reminded him of his glory days. The days where he ran around with Dean, fucking and killing bitches with no worries. No suspicions, no cops, no trail to follow, and no consequences. But fuck Dean. My best friend, my brother in fact, since the sandbox days was the sole reason why I was put to life in prison. Did it hurt to kill him? No, not really. But still how could he betray me like that? I was left in there to rot with some big ass love-struck Samoan who really thought I was gay. Fuck Roman. I go around raping bitches and you think all of sudden I'm going to be into dudes? Dumbass. All I needed, was little miss damsel in distress right here. Damn, she looked like she was on the verge of bawling and death at the same time from how I had handled her.
The two opponents stared at each for a moment. A moment that seemed like would never end, as if they were frozen in time. Him, standing there with his infamous smirk plastered on his face while holding her cheek in the palm of his right hand, and her, on her knees, looking up at him ghastly. What was the next move? Who was going to move their piece? Then, he started to make a move. Seth unzipped his pants and forced himself inside DJ's mouth. He rammed his cock into her so fast, that she choked off guard. She couldn't even grab some air to breathe and he pounded her mouth back to back mercilessly. The tears once trapped behind her eyes rolled down rapidly. When she looked up at him, chills ran through her body at the sight of him enjoying all of this. The hold he had on her hair felt like he was ripping every single strand out. She could barely keep herself up as he kept on fucking her mouth. Not only was her mouth in pain, but her throat was being used as a punching bag as well. After a couple dozen strokes he just held her head there, swallowing up his shaft. The grunts she heard coming from him was the last thing she heard. Her whole body just shut down after he finished, and she fell face first into the kitchen floor.
Seth picked up DJ's unconscious body and carried her outside to his car. She was no stranger to his car's backseat. He threw her body carelessly and went around to get into the driver's seat. Everything was working way better than he thought it would. DJ was unconscious, he had the upper hand and no one would be looking for her any time soon. He was thinking of just taking her somewhere in Illinois where he had another hideout he kept from Dean and Roman. He wasn't sure what would happen when they got there but he just knew nothing was stopping him from fully getting his hands on his favorite victim.
Seth stopped at a stop light, just waiting for the green so he could drive off into his demented fairytale. All of a sudden he couldn't see anything. It was a flash of light and then just went black. He hit his head on the stirring wheel violently which busted him open a bit. His vision was blurred, he could barely see anything as he sat himself up in his seat. Before he knew it, he was getting pulled out he car and punched relentlessly. Still in a daze, Seth could only make out the words "son of a bitch" and feel the other man's spit roll down his cheeks. The man threw him down to the floor and Seth tumbled. When Seth looked up, his vision started to clear up. It began with light brown ginger hair, to wrapped knuckles and piercing blue eyes. Fuck, Dean.
Dean hovered over me and started screaming like a lunatic. "Are you fucking crazy? After all that we've been through…you thought I would just go out on your terms? Some brother you are Seth". Seth coughed up some blood from his throat and screamed, "BROTHER? You wanna talk about brothers? You sent me to jail you piece of shit. it because of you we're in this situation". Dean yelled back at him, "No Seth, it's because of you we're in this mess. You were sick, and clearly are still fucking sick. Who the fuck makes it their life goal to rape and kill girls for fun. You came back to still hurt DJ for what? Just cause she was the only one you didn't get kill? Give it up Seth." Seth chuckled, "I knew you weren't built for this. I knew since day one that you couldn't keep up with me even if you tried. We could have had this so easy Deano. We could've went down into the history books as killers hiding in plain sight. We could've built up a phenomenal legacy by now that no other masterminds could muster up too." Dean dropped his head and sighed through his nose. He closed his eyes for moment and stopped screaming. "You still don't get it Seth, you're messing with people's lives here, you have no idea what strain you're putting on these families. How scared the public was, how many times we were news headlines, school topics, warnings for girls. We were monsters, and I'm as guilty as you." Seth spat out blood to the side of Dean's shoes. "You are pathetic. Always was and always will be brother."
Randy struggled to get the backseat door open before he got a rock and smashed it into the window. As soon as he opened the door, DJ looked up, weakly smiling at him. As Randy went in to pick her up, he was suddenly speared by a heavy force. DJ gasped. He pushed back long jet black hair strands to reveal Roman's face."Roman what the fuck man? You're really going to help this dick?", Randy coughed out. "Hey, that dick is the love of my life. And if he wants to go around the country leaving a trail of pain behind him, then I'll be happy to drive him to and from" Roman picked up Randy and sucker punched him into the crashed car. DJ, still worn out, jumped on Roman's back and started biting his neck and punching his head. Her blows were doing as much as the wind was. She didn't know what to do in the moment but she would do anything for this to all stop already. Roman threw her over his shoulders, causing her to land on the road on her back. That blow…would always be one of the main things DJ remembered from this night. Randy kicked Roman in the chest as soon as he got up, and they started to brawl. They locked up and had their bodies crashing into cars, mail boxes, and light posts all over the small street. After Dean walked away from Seth, he carried DJ into his car and placed her in the passenger's seat.
Eventually, they all could hear the sound of sirens blocks away rushing over to this scene. Roman gave Randy one last excruciating slap to his swollen face and started to make his way. Roman picked up Seth and placed him in the passenger's seat as well, which was parallel to DJ's window. The two both looked at each other, frozen in time again. Feeling like they had just completed another dance together. Both, still wanting to hurt the other in any way. DJ just saw a slow motioned Seth being driven away while red and blue lights reflected off his face. As soon as he left her vision, a big weight was lifted off her chest. She could finally breathe for once. Just breathe.
*Later that night, at the hospital*
Dean and Randy sat at DJ's bedside waiting for the doctor to get back. She was expecting the regular report, for some guy in a white coat to tell her the obvious injuries and to take it easy for a couple of weeks. Randy got up and went to find a nurse for a different icepack, the one he had for his face had melted since the police drove them to the hospital. He kissed his girl's forehead and left her and Dean in the room. Dean turned on the TV to some Trevor Noah to lighten the mood. But he had to break the saddening silence, "So how do you feel kid?". DJ let out a dry laugh. "Well, I uh , just feel fucking amazing Dean. But on a serious note...I feel different. Like something was taken away from me tonight." Dean patted her hand, "Hey, it's probably the trauma. You're finally over your predator. You got a shot at him and in a way got some closure because of it. You're strong DJ you know that?"
Randy came back inside the room with a nurse and a new icepack. Before the nurse could share the results, an officer knocked on the door and asked if he could interrupt for a second. Randy, pissed off, said "Now what, you came here to remind us that Seth got away? Because if so, we get it pal, we didn't tie him down as planned." Officer Balor responded to Randy by saying, "Actually, they didn't get away. Seth was found at the back of the police station tied up with a note on him saying 'You're welcome boys, I just made your job ten times easier'. So, I wanted to let you all know, that Seth has been put away for good and will continue his life long sentence in Cornette County in Pecos,Texas. Goodnight lads, you did a good job tonight." Randy, Dean, and DJ cheered immensely from the news. They weren't going to tell the cops, but they knew Roman was the one who set Seth up. Maybe he just wanted the obligation of turning him in himself. A little payback for the way Seth used him.
Before they could get too excited though, the nurse broke their joy. "Well, I'm glad that your rapist has been put out for good this time . The pain you endured has finally come to and turns out your back isn't that bad, just some icing for the next few nights would do. You do have a fractured throat and arm so wear this cast for up to a week and take these prescribed pills twice a day." DJ, still happy, replied "Well that's not so bad. Just let me know when I can get out of here and back to the real world Nurse Flair." The blonde headed woman's eyes trailed off to the side. "I'm sorry to say that that's not all , it seems like one of the blows you took tonight on your back caused the death of your baby. You had a miscarriage…"
A/N: I do not support the actions of rape or any kind of assault in real life.