MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)

Unheard confession

I'd kept myself locked in my apartment with my door barricaded for three days. I'd phoned in sick to work, making up any excuse I could. As long as I didn't leave and stared at the door he wouldn't get in. That was what I kept telling myself. I had a collection of knives next to me, a baseball bat behind me and a hammer within reach on the coffee table. I had been like this for days. Falling asleep once in a while but abruptly waking up from the smallest of noises from other residents in the hall. I felt like death warmed up. I couldn't fight this exhaustion for much longer. I knew eventually I would have to sleep properly but I couldn't give Moxley a chance to get in either. Nobody had called me this whole time until now. A withheld number called first then different people one after another. I knew it was Moxley. I wasn't born just yesterday. I was possibly angering him more. I had regretted my outburst that night I did it. I thought of begging him to forgive me but you couldn't reason with someone like Moxley. I was close to tears, I just needed sleep so bad. I needed a shower, I needed to rest. The only food I had in was now eaten with scraps running out. Instant noodles was all that was left. I couldn't live off such a bland diet. It would maybe get me through four days. By the end of it i'd be sick. I never did well without salad or vegetables. I had always suffered anaemia and needed to eat well to keep my iron levels balanced. I hated to take tablets but right now I was wishing I had. I would have to go out soon. If I went out Moxley would be here when I'd get back. I was certain of it. The phone rang yet again, this time with Romans caller ID. I sobbed out feeling tormented by the constant phone calls. I'd had enough. I was that desperate I was willing to do the most degrading thing for him to just leave me be. I snatched up the phone and clicked answer. I stared at the phone a moment not hearing anything. He could see what I was doing. The past three days I had searched for cameras but still nothing. I found a mic and that was it. It was hidden in a lamp shade. I left it alone not wanting to anger him more.

I slowly lifted the phone to my ear, exhaling a shaky breath when I heard the breathing coming from Moxley on the other end. "I see you have come round" He suggested. I didn't reply to his statement. I couldn't without knowing if now he would kill me. "Turn on your tv. Look for any news channel" I looked to where the remote was. I hadn't done anything but stare at the door all this time. I never thought of checking the news for anything. I did as he said. Updates on a string of murders were being spoken about with Moxley written in broad letters on the bottom left. Three women, each one from close to where I lived. I recognised all of them from local shops. I didn't know them personally but I instantly knew what this was. "This was just a warning Rachel. You hit Strike two then I will take out the people you care about. One a day until you do as you are told. The third strike will result in your death. There is no escaping me. There is no asking for help or to be saved. I'm going to share a little secret with you. A secret only I and a few others know" He laughed darkly as I stared at the tv, listening silently to his words. Tears streamed down my face as I saw the dates of each victim. One a day. He had timed it to prove a point to me. The point was set before me and had sunk in. I was royally screwed. "I haven't avoided getting caught on my own. I have people who help cover my tracks. Some police officers, csi personnel, investigators, local thugs and gang members. Each of the few cover my tracks if I leave anything behind. They wouldn't hesitate to kill a snitch themselves because they don't want to be killed either. That and I have dirt on every last one of them that will be leaked if they don't cover anything I missed. If you go to the police I will be told before you have even walked out of the station. You would be killed before you even got home or to the airport. I am more powerful than you realise. Now...are you going to be a good girl and do as I tell you? Or will we be moving to strike two?" I swallowed with my dry mouth. I had listened closely to every word he had told me. I had listened so closely I could repeat them word for word. I had no escape. I could believe what he told me. It was impossible for nothing to have come about as evidence by now. He had to have inside people covering anything left behind for him. There was no other explanation. Not with the technology used by the law in this modern day and age.