She wasn't sure how many times he had hit her. She felt the welts. But it was turning into something else.
"Fucking pain slut." She barely heard muttered
Another set of 7? 11? She wasn't sure. Her body arching back into the hits.
They stopped hands moving her face. Her eyes dilated and far off.
"Subspace. Good"
"Where is Ambrose?" He whispered
"I don't know an Ambrose. " she mumbled "please."
He stepped back. Another set.
"Feel like telling me now? "
" I can't tell if I don't know."
Another set. The same answer.
He stopped. She was to far gone now.
Leaving the room he was met with hunter.
"She's saying she doesn't know who Ambrose is."
"Interesting. Well they were at the clinic at the same time. "
" different name perhaps?"
Hunter shrugged. "How's she holding up?"
"Subspace now. She's a pain slut that's for sure. "
" she didn't break." Punk stated
" she's a fighter" Ambrose stated.
" ummm do you know about her sex life?"
" uh kinda. " jae laughed " why?"
" is she into..."
" bdsm yeah she is. Little pain slut." Jae laughed for the first time at a memory they shared.
" that may help her out her." Punk stated.
"Alright her file says she was sedated for the most part in the beginning due to violent flash backs. Then we have a list of people she had therapy with. And... Her brother was there too. Jae. There's only two people they both talked with outside of each other. " Dave read out loud.
"Who?"
"A Sasha banks she was in training. And..." He laughed.
"What?" Randy growled
"A Jon Moxley. "
"Clever bastard. " Randy muttered " that's the name you ask her about Brock. "
Brock nodded and left the room.
"Now we get the banks girl."
"So this is actually about Jon Moxley." Punk stated.
"Who?" Jae asked
"The guy she met at the rehab. " Ambrose stated dryly.
"Why tho?"
" alright kid look."
"Ambrose. Wait. "
"Man he needs to know!"
" he will.. Just uh.."
He slid a phone over.
"Mother fuckers. Are you sure you didn't piss anyone off? "
"Pretty sure why!"
"When's the last time you talked to Sasha?"
"We normally do lunch once a week. If we have time and shit."
He slide the phone over. Tied next to his shirtless sister was Sasha. He took in his sisters back.
"It's simple. We kill them." The tone jae used made Ambrose smile.
"Time is ticking Moxley"
"Do you guys know who Moxley is? "
"Yeah." Was all that was said.
"Hey... Banks." She whispered.
"Rush what's going on?"
"Not really sure. Just uh.. Hanging around literally right now. They keep asking about a Ambrose. But I don't know him. "
"Ambrose? "
" Ohhhhh rush. My apologies. All that for nothing when given the wrong name. "
His hands on her back made her tense.
"Breath in and out rush."
She barely nodded.
" where's Moxley at?"
"W what?" And the stuttering gave it away.
" Ahhhh rings a bell yes."
He untied her and placed her in a chair.
"Where's Jon Moxley?"
"I haven't see him in years." She growled.
She expected the hits now.
"Stop lying!"
"Even if I had, I wouldn't tell you fucks anything!"
A knife from his pocket. " you sure?"
"Alright. We have an address. " punk yelled.
"We have... 45 minutes to be there."
"Jae... Can you shoot?"
"Yeah rush taught me..." He trailed off.
"Good. We need you in this. These are the men we can shoot. "
"I saw him... He's been at the coffee shop a lot lately. The one we go to all the time."
"That's Randy..."
Brock close to her ear. "I need you to scream."
"What?"
"Just do it. Stop asking questions. I don't want to hurt you more. "
She was confused. But screamed.
"Tell me!" He screamed at her.
" I don't fucking know! " she yelled backed.
"Keep it up. We have 40 minutes left. And I'm sorry for this."
"Sorry for-" she screamed as he stabbed her shoulder.
" God damn it! "