"Out!" Seth barked at Roman and Dean.
"Aw man, why do you get to go first?" Dean pouted.
"I don't. Roman was already there," Seth said.
Roman chuckled and guided Dean out of the room, closing the door behind them.
She sat up on her knees and looked at him.
"How would you like me, Seth? On my knees, on my back or maybe up against the wall?" She said in a sweet voice.
He backhanded her and she tumbled to the floor. His boot pressed down on the side of her face.
"Drop your shorts and panties," he said.
She reached down and wriggled out of her clothes. It was hard since he didn't move his boot from her face but she managed. She heard him open his pants.
"God Seth, you're turning me on with your sweet treatment," she said from under his boot.
His boot disappeared but before she could react, he was on top of her, pulling her legs apart. He grabbed the chain on the handcuffs with one hand and held it above her head while his other hand squeezed around her throat. He pushed himself inside her and started thrusting at a violent pace.
He stared at her face as he thrust in and out of her. He wanted to see fear but she showed none. Instead she started laughing which pissed him off and he squeezed tighter around her throat.
"Come on, Sethie baby, hurt me!" She laughed.
He squeezed even tighter and she could barely breathe. The last thing she felt before passing out by his hand was the feeling of cumming violently. She never got to feel him cum too before she was gone.
"Wake up!"
The voice sounded so far away but the kick to her thigh was very much close.
"Wake up, dollface!"
Another kick to her thigh and she groaned.
"I know you're awake."
Finally she heard him loud and clear as she came to.
"Dean-o, what brings you here?" She asked and finally opened her eyes.
"My turn," he said with a grin as her eyes found his.
He dropped to his knees beside her and grabbed her hair.
"Now, when I push my dick into that shit-talking mouth of yours in a second, you're gonna be a good girl, right?" He asked.
"I'll bite," she answered.
He pulled out the knife she had held in her hands earlier and showed it to her.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, I'll definately bite," she answered.
He frowned. It wasn't the answer he had expected to hear.
"Guess I'll have to cut you and leave some ugly scars," he said, trying to scare her.
"Ha! Good luck finding a spot," she laughed.
He raised his brows and looked down her naked legs. He couldn't see any scars. Suddenly it dawned on him that he had never seen her in anything but long sleeved shirts.
"What are you hiding under there?" He asked and ran his finger on the hem of her shirt.
"A body," she answered.
He slapped her.
"Smart ass!" He growled.
He grabbed her hips and quickly swung her over on her stomach. Before she could react, his knee pressed down between her shoulder blades, keeping her down. He started pulling up her shirt and he was surprised by all the scars on her back.
She tried not to give away how she felt in that moment. The scars were her only weakness. She could talk trash and take pain everyday but when it came to the scars, there was still a feminine side of her that didn't want any man to see that.
He moved his knee and sat on her ass as he pulled the shirt all the way over her head and left it by her wrists. He couldn't get it further because of the handcuffs. He ran his fingertips up her back and over her arms.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Those scars were anything but beautiul but Dean seemed to be taken by them. He bowed down and licked all the way up her back.
"Absolutely beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
His words had sent her to another place and she hadn't noticed he had opened his pants and dropped them. She was taken by surprise as he pushed himself inside her. She was still on her stomach while he thrust into her from behind. His tongue and fingers still ran over her scars and she felt something she had never felt before. She felt wanted.
She let herself go for the third time that night and screamed out loud as he made her cum. He ran his nails down her arms and grabbed her hands as he came himself shortly after.
He stood up and closed his pants.
"Hey guys, come in here!" He shouted.
The feeling of being wanted disappeared in an instant. The door opened and Seth and Roman entered.
"Look at her," Dean said.
They both looked at the scars covering her body.
"Who knew she was that beautiful?" Dean said in a dreamy voice.
"She sure does fit in here," Roman said.
"She can hear you," she cut them off.
Seth walked over and grabbed her hair, yanking her head upwards.
"Maybe we should shut that mouth up for a while," he sneered.
"Always the romantic, huh, Seth? Next you'll bring me candles and flowers? Do you want a second round already or can I go to sleep now?" She asked as she stared him straight in the eyes.
"The worst part is that Dean is right. You are beautiful but your annoying being constantly makes us wanna hurt you," Seth growled before letting go off her hair.
"Sweet dreams, dollface," Dean said.
She heard them all leave. The door was closed and locked this time too. It hadn't been locked earlier but it made sense since she was no longer chained to the wall. She sat up and pulled the shirt back down. She got up and put her panties back on. No need to put the shorts on too. She knew they would come off again soon. She yawned and laid down to get some sleep.
She woke up way late by the sound of something being put down. She opened her eyes and saw Seth setting up a tv. He turned to look at her.
"We're heading for the arena now. You can watch the show and wish you were there," he said and turned on the tv.
Then he was gone.
She watched intensely as they appeared on the screen a couple of hours later. After she had exposed them, they had changed attitude completely. She watched as they called out Paul Heyman and CM Punk. She watched as they beat Paul and triple powerbombed CM Punk. She watched as Seth once again screamed that they didn't work for anybody but only for each other. She watched as they bumped their fists together and looked mean. She watched and she smiled. So far everything was going as planned.
She was still smiling as they came back later and entered the room.
"Why are you smiling?" Dean asked.
"You guys are completely dancing to my fiddle," she answered.
"That's funny seeing as you're the one in handcuffs," Roman said.
She smirked at him.
"The other day you were so mad at me for exposing you to the world that you forgot to question my motives," she said.
Their faces grew more serious.
"I wanted you to cut ties with that snake Heyman and watching you beat him up tonight and take out Punk too was glorious," she said.
"What did you do?" Seth growled.
"I didn't do anything. You did. I was here. How could I do anything? But I told you to dance, and you danced like the sweetest little puppets," she answered.
She fell back against the wall as Seth's hand hit her cheek.
"You still bitch slap," she chuckled as she tasted blood in her mouth.
Again his hand hit her cheek. She pushed herself off the wall and shoved him hard. He fell to the floor, feeling surprised by her action. She jumped down on him and grabbed his shirt.
Roman was fast behind her, grabbing her arms, pulling her off Seth. He held her like that.
"I did what I had to do! You were sidetracked and in the pocket of that snake! You are better than that! You are justice! No good and no justice has ever come out from being in Heyman's pocket! I made you whole again! I made sure it was only the three of you again!" She was shouting as loud as she could.
Roman released the grip on her. He pushed her up against the wall and grabbed her throat instead. He stared at her before turning his head to look at Seth and Dean over his shoulder. She could see in their faces that her words had gotten through and that their minds were working.
"You know I'm right," she said in a low tone.
Roman turned his head back to look at her. His eyes were hard. He leaned in closer.
"Maybe you're right but that doesn't stop this thing we're doing right now. You want us to serve justice? We're starting with you," he growled before letting go off her.
She watched as they all walked out, locking the door behind them.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she said out in the room.