Seth closed his eyes and stuck his hand down his briefs. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. Becky left him and then he broke his back. It had now been healed for three weeks. He was feeling better than ever but he still wasn't ready to go out and meet anyone. Instead he took care of his own needs.
"Will that take long?" Duvessa asked.
His eyes flew open and he pulled his hand back up. She was standing in his hotel room.
"Don't you knock?" He asked annoyed.
"No," she answered.
He sat up and looked at her. He knew why she was there. She had come to collect. Three lovely weeks of freedom and now his debt was slowly creeping in on him.
"What do I owe you?" He asked.
"A life," she answered.
"What?" He blurted out.
"The life of Becky Lynch. I believe you know her very well," she said.
His jaw dropped. He got out of bed and shook his head no.
"No, no, no, no, no," he said fast. "I'm not killing anyone, and most certainly not my wife."
"Ex wife," she corrected.
"I'm not killing Becky!" He yelled.
He suddenly couldn't feel his legs. He fell to the ground, once again paralyzed from the waist down.
"What are you doing?" He started crying. "Stop it. It hurts."
She just gave him that sinister smile he remembered from the day in the hospital.
"You either pay me, or you will end up like this forever," she said.
He grabbed the bed but for some reason couldn't pull himself up.
"I'll pay!" He yelled. "I'll fucking pay!"
Just like that, he could feel his legs again. He stood up and wiped the tears off his face. He wanted to hurt her so bad but he knew she would never allow him to get one single punch in. Whatever she was, he couldn't go to battle with her.
"Why Becky?" He asked.
"It's nothing personal," she said.
"Oh, fuck off!" He growled.
"I come to people when they are desperate. Becky had her own wish. She was so desperate to have it done. Divorcing you wasn't enough. You were always there. She was losing her mind going to work and having to see you. So I stopped by to have a chat with her. She wanted you out of the picture," she said.
"So I broke my back," he said.
"You're catching on fast, human. Not all of you do that. Good human," she said.
She ran her tongue over the top lip. Suddenly everything had changed. Becky was to blame for his broken back. This was a way to get back at her, but at what cost? He had never wanted to kill anyone.
"Becky didn't want to pay me," she said. "That's where you come in. When people don't want to pay, they pay with their lives instead. You still owe me payment. Her life will be that payment."
"You're fucking sick!" He snarled.
"Human emotions are so entertaining," she grinned. "Here's the thing, Seth Rollins. If you don't want to pay me, your life will become someone else's payment. Not everyone is as defiant as you are. Remember that."
"You're gonna kill me?" He asked.
"I've never killed anyone," she said. "But someone will. The choice is yours. You have a week to figure out what you want."
She walked over to the door and disappeared out of it. He was left standing on the floor in confusion. He had one week to take Becky's life. If he didn't, he would end up paralyzed again while waiting for someone to come for his life. The thought of taking his own life crossed him but he didn't want to die. He needed to see Becky, and he didn't care that she had asked him never to talk to her or even look at her again.
He jumped in his sweatpants and t-shirt, and ran down the hall. He knew where her room was. He had seen her enter earlier today. He started pounding on the door. She opened it shortly after and looked annoyed at finding him there.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" She asked.
"We need to talk," he said.
He pushed his way inside her room without an invite.
"Get out!" She growled.
"What was your payment? To Duvessa. The wishmaster. What was it that you refused to pay?" He asked.
Her eyes went wide and she slowly closed the door behind her.
"How do you know?" She asked.
"How the fuck do you think my back suddenly healed?" He asked.
"Of course," she said.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. She thought she had been smart. She got rid of Seth and refused to pay Duvessa. Duvessa had never shown herself again, and Becky thought she had won.
"What was your payment?" He asked again.
"To bomb a bridge," she said.
"What?" He asked.
"I know!" She yelled. "I was supposed to make a bomb and place it under a bridge. I did look into how to make a bomb. I could have picked a time where no one was using the bridge. I could maybe have gotten away with it if I was lucky, but I was too scared to even take that chance. You know me, Seth. I don't go around bombing bridges."
"No, you just have people's backs broken," he said.
"I needed you gone!" She screamed.
"Why?" He screamed back. "What the fuck did I ever do to you that was so fucking wrong?"
"You were there!" She screamed.
He inhaled sharply and stared at her. That was all he had done wrong. Still being around.
"I'm their top star!" She hissed. "Not you, not Roman, not Cena or anyone else. Me! I'm their fucking star! The rest of you can all go to hell for all I care. Now leave!"
She turned to open the door again. Before she could make it that far, he wrapped an arm around her throat and squeezed tightly. She fought back as much as she could, and they both stumbled around in the room. He threw her to the side. A loud crack was heard when she hit her head on the corner of the nightstand. She fell to the ground, and blood slowly started pouring out on the rug.
"Becky?" He asked.
He walked over to her and pushed her with his foot. There was no reaction.
"Becky?" He asked again. "Come on, say something."
"The crack you heard was her skull," Duvessa said.
He jumped startled and turned around to look at her. Tears were once again streaming down his face.
"I'll never understand the point of your tears," she said.
"What did you make me do?" He asked.
"I didn't make you do anything. You made your choice to pay me. Smart choice, I might say," she said.
She walked over to Becky, crouched down, and inhaled sharply. She looked back up at Seth and grinned at him.
"Are we even now?" He asked.
"We're even," she said. "Let me know if you ever have another wish, Seth Rollins."
"Don't ever fucking come near me again!" He snarled.
"Done," she said. "And one last thing. Don't worry about the cameras in the hall. I took care of it. This type of payment is important to me. I don't ever forget it when someone pays up like this. You're safe. So go do whatever you humans normally do."
He stormed out of the room without another word. She had told him he was free so he wasn't going to waste another second with her. He ran back to his room. He turned on the shower and got under the water still fully clothed.
He broke down in the shower, sobbing and hugging himself, letting it all out. Duvessa had been right. Tears were a funny thing. They didn't do much good but still he felt relieved once they were out.