Ch11

Honor

Red blotches decorate my skin all the way to my thighs. My lips were slightly swollen from blowing him and echoes of soreness resonated from my violated sex. With his semen mixed with my blood dribbling down my inner thighs, and the afterglow of sex softening my features. I consider what we just did; he truly marked me, making me his. On my neck I saw the beginnings of a hickey forming. My wrists are a faint shade of crimson soon to be ink violet. In awe I turn to Randy to find him with a panicked expression on his face as he beholds in my disheveled appearance. To be honest, I look like I just made a dungeon break. "Randy?!" He looked like he wanted to vomit, "What'd you do to me?!"

My inner and outer thighs had been stamped by his hand prints as well as my hip bones. With a small smile spreading over my face I laugh, "Even when I was a little girl I didn't bruise easily... these are... brutal."

I don't know when he slipped his pants back on because I was still studying my new accessories, but he was decent again when he came to inspect the damage he caused.

"This isn't funny. I didn't hurt you?" Concern intensifies his steely gaze as he fingers the bruise on the right side of my neck; he then stares at my hips.

"I'm not hurt... Sore maybe but not hurt. That was so much fun!" I grin at him moving my hair to observe the other side, "These are going to be a bitch to cover tomorrow."

Randy stares at me like I just mutated and sprouted six heads. Once again I don't blame him; I can be slightly morbid especially during sex. "You thought you hurt me didn't you?"

"You were hurt... You should've said stop..." he sinks down on the sex worn sheets, panicking, folding his large hands together, while searching my eyes for the accusations he needed me to make.

"I am fine. Extremely banged up and abused but satisfied and happy."

I go nestle myself in his lap, but he doesn't pull me in, he closes his eyes and says, "I hurt you."

Rolling my eyes I force him to look at me, "No you didn't, and if you say that one more time I will send all those pretty little teeth of yours down your esophagus."

He clenched his jaw, preparing to protest but I shut him down, "As much as I wanted it you did. Now pull your shit together if I'm not beating you up then you shouldn't be either."

…..

I made it my sole mission get to the locker rooms before any of the other Divas to shower and get dressed. I just pull on sweats over my actual gear after I shower. If any of the other women see these marks they'll start asking questions. Gossip is the last thing I need as one of the new kids. I'm supposed to meet with Punk, AJ, Avery, and Curtis before the house show tonight to train but these now purple blotches look terrible. And my horrendous make-up skills won't allow me to cover them. I'll have to get Maya to help me ASAP. Thank god when I was younger my mom taught me some tricks to save time on my hair, like wrapping it because my hair takes for-ever to straighten. If I hadn't re-straightened it last night I would have had to wear it up and it wouldn't be covering the hickeys on my neck. God, Randy really did a number on me. In addition to the hickeys, I am completely sore and my body is screaming at me for doing even the simplest tasks.

As Kaitlyn, AJ, and a couple of the other women file in I realize I'm running late, most of them stare at the marks they can see. AJ in particular asks, "Who beat you the hell up?"

The smaller woman prods my right arm, and I wince trying to think of a good lie but I blank. "What can I say I got a little carried away last night...?"

She stared at me picking up the subtext of my words, "Those look killer. Here, girly..."

The older woman offers to tape my wrists, and I let her. I'm lucky the women in the locker room welcomed Avery and I the way they did. It seemed they were elated to have two new faces. AJ stares hard at me, her eyes trailing to each and every visible spot before settling on the most obvious one on my neck, "Boyfriend or Orton?"

"Boyfriend visit." I lied quite easily.

"Orton allows outsiders on his bus?" AJ asks never removing her eyes from my hands.

"No, we stayed at a hotel last night…" I take my time to answer her. AJ may look like a four-teen year old child but she isn't. She's highly observant and her mind is far from that of a teenager. That's more than a little scary. She is incredibly sharp.

She narrows her brown eyes to slits not sure of my answer but for whatever reason decides to drop the matter. "Be more careful about your… recreational activities, Honor."

…..

"You're late, Brice." Cm Punk stood by the ring with his olive green eyes zeroed in on me running down to the ring and climbing on the apron. Avery is in the corner sitting on one of the turnbuckles waiting along with AJ and Curtis. "Time is money, next time I won't be waiting on you."

"I know, Punk. I…" he is giving me the weirdest look. I'm late because I stopped by make-up to see if Maya could hide the remaining bruises later if I'm in the ring and she said she could. His intense stare is making me self-conscious, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head and beckons Avery, "let's get to work."

As I clear my face using my heavily taped palm, I sense his murky gaze, he knows something is up. That can't be because everything stayed in place, covering the worst of the bruises and I was careful not to say anything to anyone besides AJ, earlier. "What are you looking at? Your staring is annoying."

"What the happened to you?" At this moment in time, I don't appreciate his brutal honesty or insight. "Did you get jumped?"

"What? No…" I roll my eyes and fight the urge to rub the spots that I think he sees, "Why would you ask something like that...?"

"Are you sure you didn't get into a fight?" He folds his arms and casts his deep gaze my way, he is the last person I'll be able to easily lie to.

"No one," I cross my arms bracing myself for the harsh criticizing of the older man. I've earned it; Punk only bothers when he's positive you will heed his advice.

"Stop lying, the evidence is right here," his finger curls under my chin as he pushes the heavy curtain that is my hair off my shoulder. "Got an explanation for these," he presses a sore spot on my back that I didn't know existed then his tattooed finger brush over my neck covered by makeup. A soft hiss slips past my lips as his fingers prod my tender flesh. AJ steps up by his side and whispers something to him. His eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up. She just told him everything, shit.

"Rough sex. I didn't know I bruised that easily," I force out just ready to be past this. He shakes his head chuckling bemused and my cheeks flush red, "I can't believe I'm telling you this…"

"Well this is a too-much-information moment." I duck under the ropes hastily and retreat to back through the curtain to the locker rooms. Everyone else are having their own conversations.

"Yeah it is, but you'll deal with it." I grit my teeth as Avery and Curtis argue with each other playfully.

Punk and AJ exchange a look then each mischievously smiles as they follow me behind the curtain, "Someone's into chains, whips and spanking… Kinky."

As I walk down the hall to find Randy I run my fingers through my hair, reaching for the sore spot I'd recently discovered.