; glory and gore [1]

F I V E ; MOON

_______Nightmares but I haven't slept in ages...

❝ Just answer me, please ? ❞  Zahra's fifth voicemail plays inside of Seth's contracted hands as her scaring amount of messages makes it seem like she's begging him to take her calls, tempting him with her captivating voice.

Once the last message comes to its end, he bluntly throws his phone on the passenger seat. Thousands of miles and an ocean in the way couldn't bring the two to function like regular lovers, facetiming or sending silly selfies every time they would miss each other.

Truth is, the Architect misses her fascinating curves and her perfectly shaped body which he frequently referred as the most admirable work out of Aphrodite's masterpieces.

His longing becomes more and more insistent each time he remembers the way she gave in so easily to pleasure. She'd always end up screaming his name while he'd bite her neck,  groaning at the merciless touch extending to each fragment of her fragile skin.

Most unarguably, he craves the way he has complete control over her, replacing the one he lacks so much over his edgy self and sicken mind. But he doesn't miss her one bit. The soul behind her beautiful eyes never interested him, only the envelop does.

That's the reason why he avoids her presence as much as he can, only coming around when couldn't do otherwise, limitating the sounds escaping from their mouths to moans and heavy breaths.

As he nervously taps on the wheel he recalls himself the tragedy he's been living in for two years now. He'd get back to his hotel, attempt to catch some sleep but the severe pain would rise up, keeping him wide awake inside of a living nightmare.

Then he'd drive to one show, to the other and then the next and he'd put on his masquerade. He'd feel his ribs breaking, his spine hurting, his muscles tearing but his heart still beating and recalling that the amount of blood licking from his wounds wouldn't be enough to kill him this time.

When you sign with WWE it is like offering your soul to the Devil in hopes he'll take good care of it and won't crush it into pieces. If upcoming talents knew what being a Superstar actually is all about, they would be scared to death. They would run for their lives as fast as possible and never look back.

But nobody imagine how bad it truly is until they get in. Most accurately nobody realize how heartless the managers can be until they get injured. Until their condition gets hidden from their knowledge, probably growing in a lethal threat spreading through their bodies.

❝ Just like they did with Punk.❞  He sadly whispers for himself, remembering the contrast between their first encounter back when he was the NXT champion and the last meeting they had back in his wild Shield's times. It was scary as hell.