"Dirty Deeds"
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"I miss you already Bree, Seth." Abigail sighed as she played with a string that hung from her powder blue dress. "Please come back to me? Please heaven, touch Br...Seth's soul to mine." Abigail looked up to the sky as she prayed her silent prayer. Her voice barely above a whisper. Bray spoke of "no God" but somewhere Abigail believed, she chose to believe beyond the cult. God if she only knew just how dangerous this could prove to be.
She believed as she sat out by the small river that ran on the Wyatt property. Believed that a higher power had created the water that flowed down the river. Believed in the birds that sang and the bugs that crawled. Believed that love was chosen, not forced. Knowing this, she believed she had done the right thing by giving Seth the antidote to the drug that kept his mind Bree. Know all she could do was sit by the river, that sat by the home and pray that Seth was indeed hers.
The Wyatt family home sat back in the woods. Far away from civilization, away from hearing ears and prying eyes. It was solitude land and in Bray Wyatt's mind, sacred land.
Unspeakable horrors had taken place on that land, the history terrifying. You dare not stray on this land for darkness seeks to destroy everything near it. Love, happiness, peace and serenity was so far away from the real reality.
Sister Abigail knew she had been blessed when Bray brought Seth/Bree home to make the man a Wyatt, a follower. Seth had been tortured and hurt, and then forced to obey the whims of a mad man. But sweet sister Abigail was there to ease the pain of Bree's tortured spirit. Of course Sister Abigail was far from innocent. She aided in the loss of Adam and the rebirth of Laadan.
Then there was Bray, Bray believed everything he said and to him he was a profit, a God to be followed. A higher being to be obeyed. Bray Wyatt was a very dangerous man. He chose to hurt a man mentally rather than in a physical sense. He was cold and calculating. He wanted to see just how much he could destroy without even lifting a finger. People would know this if they just took the time to see behind Bray's eyes, then they would see Bray's demonic, eccentric mind that even a mother could not love.
"Please Seth, come back." Abigail wiped at a stray tear as the words passed her natural lips. "Where in the hell is he Sister?" Bray asked a startled Abigail.
Abigail jumped at the intrusion, she had thought Bray, Eric, and Luke were still off doing shows for another day. Luke looked at Abigail and the young girl knew from the look she had to talk. The scruffy looking 'Brother' always had a way of making her squirm until she spoke the truth.
Abigail backed up from the three men only to have Bray advance on her footsteps. She staggered over a log and almost fell. "Where is Bree, Abb...Abigail?" Bray asked again.
Knowing she had to tell the truth she took a deep breath and prepared for the wrath of Bray Wyatt...
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"What in the hell are you doing Dean?" eight small words that would not get a true response.
Dean's world stopped spinning and time froze when he heard the voice of his missing angel. Seeing his lost lover, at first he thought Seth was just a hallucination from the alcohol.
He looked up to the man whom asked the question, a question he had no idea how in the hell he was going to answer it.
"I I thought you loved me?" Seth whispered as wetness filled his aching heart. He was so torn from Abigail and the love that had returned for Dean. Confusion, hurt and loss filled his full heart. Seth hadn't realized what was truly happening. That Heath was being raped before him. For all he knew Heath could have had his eyes closed in the heat of passion.
"Wha...?" Dean didn't know what to do. His cock was still buried deep inside of the unconscious red head.
Heath had passed out from the pain and invasion of hurt. Heath never wanted this. He never wanted to be touched by any man other than the love of his life. It wasn't the physical pain that rendered him to darkness but the mental anguish that took Heath from the world for a while. Mentally he wanted to die, A silent death away from Dean's intoxicated anger.
"Heath? What are you doing to him Dean? You are fucking raping him?!" Seth cried out in realization of what was being done.
Everything Seth thought he had known about Dean and their love suddenly vanished as Dean pulled his manhood out of another man. A man that was his friend, and best friends lover.
Before Dean knew what hit him Seth had him ripped away from Heath. Blows, mixed with tears, reigned down upon his face.
"You see Paige? I..." Roman's world blurred when Heath's bleeding nude body shown in his eyes.
He had ran into his friend Paige at the store and they had decided to hang out with Heath for the remainder of the evening. It had been a stoic atmosphere at the home lately and Roman thought having their Girl Friend hanging with them may lighten Dean's dark demeanor.
Seeing Seth pound on a nude Dean, Roman knew what he had walked in on. "Paige call the cops." Roman stated as he ran over to an unconscious Heath.
"Wait!" Seth screamed as he stopped hitting Dean. "What the fuck you mean wait!? It is obvious what he was doing to Heath!" Roman yelled. Seth looked down at the bloodied Dean. "We can handle this ourselves. If Vince gets wind of any of this shit it could cost us our jobs." Seth hated what was going on but really what choice did they have.
Roman knew what Seth spoke was the truth. This could be handled amongst themselves. Heath was first though, he needed to make sure his "Spitfire" was alright.
"Heath baby? Give me a blanket Paige. No one should see him like this." Roman allowed a tear to fall as Paige brought him a throw that had laid on a sofa. "Spitfire, please wake up baby." Roman spoke softly.
Seth shook out his bloody fist. He couldn't believe what he had walked in on. "Dean why?" Seth asked his inebriated lover. Dean had yet to utter a word. Even when Seth was pounding his fist into his face, Dean had not spoke one word.
Paige didn't know what to do she stayed near Roman. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Paige asked. She loved Roman, Seth and Dean, she didn't understand what was going on with the three men she cared deeply about. "Down the hall, third door on the right is our room, please open the door." Roman asked, he wanted Heath in the comfort of their bedroom.
Paige nodded her head and began walking down the hall. "I I ddiidd that? Roman, I..." Shut the fuck up Dean! If Seth had not came back home when he did. You would still be inside...oh fuck!" Roman's words stopped as the sick reality hit him. He vomited on the floor beside where Heath lay.
"r-roman..." the room stopped moving at that one name. "Baby?" Roman wiped his mouth as he looked at his love. "It hurts. De-Dean hurt me." Heath whispered as darkness took him under again. The look of hurt on Roman's face was just too much for him to bare.
"No not again! Please Heath wake up." Roman pleaded. Seth stood up away from Dean and walked over to Roman. "Hey man, take Heath to his room and put him to bed. His body is in shock. He woke up once, so he will again. It was just the shock that took him under once more. I will handle Dean and then you can do what ever you fucking wish to him." Seth promised.
Roman nodded and picked Heath up bridal style. He carried his injured lover down the hall to where Paige had turned down the bed for them. He would take care of Dean but that would have to wait until Heath was well. Seth could do what ever he wanted to do to that rapist.
Seth waited until Heath was safety down the hall. Dean stood up and looked into the eyes of the man who once loved him. "What happened to you? What in the hell..." Seth stopped talking as fear, love and grief burst into his heart, only one word crossed his lips.
"Abigail?" something was wrong and Bree inside of Seth felt it so strongly...
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"Stop! pl- please Bray it hurts!" Abigail pleaded for the pain to stop. Bray brought the whip down again between her legs. "Fuck! Bree! SETH!" Abigail screamed out to the one person she knew truly loved her...
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