Obsession's Embrace

What's My Name?

Anger pulses through my veins. Frustration floods my brain as I slowly reach my fucking boiling point. I grab my bag from my dressing room, walk out, and slam the door behind me.

Another week, another fucking sneak attack. This time by Nia Jax. Another week of not getting my title back. It's not that I don't love that Liv gets the chance to shine. But don't I deserve to lose it fairly? And not because my shoulder got slammed into a wall so hard it out me out of action for three months?

Those three months were hell. Everything fell apart while I was gone. And it only got worse when I came back.

What the hell is Hunter thinking?

I ask myself as I walk out of the venue, staring down at my phone and scrolling through X. My Mosherz are just as disappointed as I am. Hopefully not with me. I'm doing what I can.

The further I walk, the less alone I feel. The hairs on the back of my neck stand upright. Goosebumps form on my arms. I slow my steps, looking up.

There's nobody in front of me. Nobody that I can see. It's dark, and the venue hasn't let out yet. I was the first to leave. So why don't I feel alone?

I turn my head to look over my shoulder, making sure there's nobody behind-

There's somebody behind me.

Not too close, but not far, either. The figure walks in the shadows so I can't see their face. Their hands stuffed in their pockets. When I stop walking, they stop walking.

My heart pounds in my chest.

"What the fuck," I whisper.

I take a step.

My follower takes a step.

I turn my head and run.

I hear footsteps running behind me. And then...a laugh. A fucking...laugh. It hits me like a ton of bricks and I lose my footing, stumbling like a fucking idiot into a shop wall.

That's it.

This is how I die.

In A-fucking-merica no less.

By the time I catch my footing and try to turn, I'm shoved against the wall, my cheek hitting the cold brick hard, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

Still, I squeak.

Why does this woman make me squeak?

My heart is beating so fast I'm afraid I'll die of a heart attack. Again. She makes me feel like this again. Fucking hell. I only just turned 28. I'm too young for that.

I squirm in her grasp, groaning as I try to push my way off the wall. But she overpowers me. Grabbing my wrists and locking them together behind my back.

"Good to see you again, babygirl," she whispers in my ear.

"Wh-What do you want?" I ask. "My wallet's in my bag..take it."

She sighs, dropping her forehead on my shoulder from behind before she lifts her head.

"You insult me by acting like you don't know exactly what I want," she whispers, her voice low and dominating.

It's the same voice I use when I'm the one shoving people against walls. So why the fuck, now with the roles reversed, is my pussy reacting to being out of control?

"You remember me. Don't you, Rhea?" She asks.

"N-No.." I lie.

Because of course I do. Why the fuck would I be honest with someone who quite literally holds all the fucking power right now?

She tsks.

"Only bad girls lie. And bad girls get punished. Are you lying to me, babygirl?" She asks.

My breath catches in my throat. My heart continuing to beat rapidly in my chest as I fight to make my body breathe again. My lungs dying for air.

Part of me debates telling her I'm lying. To challenge her. To see what would happen. The other 98% of me debates telling her that I'm not. To save face. To hopefully avoid whatever the fuck she clearly wants to do to me.

"Yes," I whisper against the brick, "I-I lied."

What? How did the 2% win? Stop thinking with your pussy, moron!

I feel a sharp sting in my ass and jump, my hands pressing against the wall as I whimper. Yes, I really just fucking whimpered. The worst part? My clit did too because she wasn't the one slapped. Fucking hell.

Suddenly I feel fingers threading in my hair, gripping tightly, and yanking my head back. I gasp, and it gets caught in my throat, coming out more like I'm choking, and turn my eyes to look into hers.

They're just like I remember. Intoxicating. Deep brown. Dark as sin and damn near soulless. But not lifeless.

It's been three months since I last saw her. Three months since she had her fingers inside my pussy in the bathroom at the club. An encounter I told no one about. Memories flood through my veins. I haven't came since that night.

"What's my name?" She asks.

"I-," I whisper.

She puts a finger on my lips and raises a brow.

"Lie to me again and I'll make your punishment worse."

My eyes widen.

"Electra," I pant.

Great. Now she has me panting like a dog for her. An evil smirk grows across her face. She kisses my neck softly and whispers against it, causing goosebumps to line my flesh again.

"I knew you remembered me, babygirl."

"Please don't hurt me," I beg.

"I won't hurt you. Not tonight. You've had a long day. And I want your punishment to come when you least expect it," she smirks.

Electra lets go of my hair and arms and takes a step back. I drop my head and rub my wrists, but I'm slow to turn, afraid of what she might do next.

Don't lie. You're soaking wet, my traitorous brain reminds me.

I watch as Electra continues to take steps backwards.

"I'll see you soon, Mami," she winks.

"The last time you said that was three months ago," I mumble.

Electra smirks.

"Miss me that much?" She asks.

"No," I bite.

"More lies. You must really want that punishment. I'll see you soon, Rhea. Real soon," she promises.

I watch as Electra turns away. She walks to a motorcycle parked nearby, grabs the helmet and pulls it on. She glances at me and winks before pulling the visor down and throws a leg over the bike to climb on.

I watch as she turns the bike on and my heart races with adrenaline at the loud sound it makes when she revs it. Then she takes off, speeding past me and off into the night.