two.
shadows.
(ten months later)
(?)
I hate him.
Oh, I know that's a very odd viewpoint around here. After all, there's just no getting around it... everybody just adores Rob Van Dam. And not just because he's charismatic, or beautiful, or funny, or talented, he's all of those things... but on top of that, Rob's... well, he's sweet. While a lot of guys around here try to grasp things with an iron fist and try to assert their dominance, get their respect, chase their belts with no real thought to anyone else... Rob's got nothing but kindness in that big ol' heart of his.
That just makes me want to puke. Everyone else here has to work to the bone and be sneaky and devious in one way or another to earn their dues, but not him. And why? Just because he happens to be a nice guy? Where's the fairness in that? There is none. None at all.
That stupid, thickheaded prettyboy. I laughed when he finally got what was coming to him. Not out loud, of course, but on the inside. And when I was alone, I nearly split my sides with laughter. That's one of the memories I cherish above all the others I have... the mental image of Rob Van Dam, WWE sweetheart, head Cupcake of the whole damn Cupcake Brigade, being brought up from that basement, bloody, filthy, hurting, and...
...crying.
As much as I hate that man, I have to admit he's pretty. And despite all that blood and dirt, he was pretty that day. Even prettier to me because he was suffering. I wanted to slap his face just to make him cry more, and catch those tears in a bottle. Own your sorrow, own your soul, you're mine to torture as I see fit.
But now... hell, it's not even a year ago, not even a year's passed since then, and Rob's happy as a clam. Just peachy fucking keen, as if he's completely forgotten he was ever abducted and raped. That shit can seriously mess a person up... I've heard of guys being locked up in a psych ward for the rest of their lives because of things like that... but oh, no. Not our dear sweet Rob. He's fine, just fine. Maybe he's simply too stupid to realize just what's happened to him, just how awful it was.
Maybe he needs reminding.
Maybe I need to remind him, in a way he'll never forget.
Because I hate him...
...but he's so pretty when he cries.