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

I'll be the death of you

"Don't be like that you two! Come on! Talk...argue...say something!" I blinked down at my legs. Bray sat on a chair, straddling it backwards as he leaned on the back rest amused. He found our situation hilarious. Of course he would! It was clear this man was insane. "I suppose asking you to let her go is out of the question..." Dean suggested. Bray only replied with a snicker, enough to say that was so. I felt so angry towards Dean. So betrayed and confused. "Why?" Was all that left my lips. Brays snicker stopped the moment I had spoke. My voice broken and pained as I felt Dean turn his head to look at me. I could hear his heavy breathing, his breath coming down onto my shoulder as he watched me. Tears fell into my lap. I felt so used. So broken to learn he was Moxley all along. "I trusted you! You lied to me!" I snapped out, raising my tear soaked eyes to meet Deans soft regrettable ones. He looked at me in such a way that held regret and hurt. I didn't even recognise him anymore. He was a monster and used me to help him. He couldn't have possibly have cared about me. Even so he didn't plan for it to pan out this way. I didn't know what his agenda was in the end but I sure as hell hated him right now. He silently watched me, his lips parted but he didn't speak. Gritting my teeth through my sobs I said one thing I needed to, one thing to show him this was unforgivable. "I - hate - you!" I lowly articulated clearly. Right then pain spread into Deans eyes. He showed slight fear at the thought of that being so. I knew then he loved me, or maybe that expression was a lie also. He was a cold blooded killer and what I said next came with no regret "You deserve to die for what you have done! You deserve to be killed slowly and made to suffer!" I sobbed as I finished what I said. Looking down and away from Deans hurt expression I knew he continued to watch me. "Well, I didn't expect that" Bray stated showing how much he was enjoying this. I continued to sob, closing my eyes unable to accept Dean had done this to me, to all of his victims. Was he insane? Was he going to kill me in the end like everyone else? The pain in his eyes with my words told me he never planned to hurt me. The thing was Moxley did hurt me, Dean was Moxley.

"Now we have got that out of the way...Lock her up" I snapped my eyes up, seeing both of the two men with Bray come towards me and untie my hands. A knife came to my throat as one of them lifted me from the chair by my arm, the other man gripped my other arm. I didn't fight them, the pain in my leg from the knife still stuck there was enough to make me just go with it and let them lead me. I didn't look back at Dean, what ever they planned to do next was none of my concern. I just had to look out for myself. I wasn't going to beg them not to touch him, even though the thought of him being killed did hurt. The men led me to a room, one I had never been in before but as I passed the stairs I was made aware this was the top floor. It looked to be almost finished with the building work and decor. It wasn't laid out like the rest of the building. It looked like the top floor was in progress to be turned into some kind of prison. I let them push me into a room, no windows, one light and one mattress on the floor that had been thrown in. A camper bed was on the other side. This seemed to be the only room sealed off for no escape. I slowly sunk down onto the mattress once the door was closed. Leaning my back against the wall I was careful to lay my leg out, preventing the knife being knocked as I looked at it worried. Hardly any blood was leaking from the wound. I had no choice but to leave it. I knew what would happen if I pulled it out. The pain was still there but the shock of what had happened and was happening filled me with enough adrenaline to push that to the back of my mind. Looking around the room I took in that there was  no windows. No way of calling or alerting anyone to the fact I was trapped in here. The longer I sat, the more evident it became in my mind that I was not leaving this place alive. Bray killed other killers after playing their game. I was sure just my involvement alone was enough to add me to his kill list. I doubted he was stupid enough to leave a witness behind.

A few hours later and the door finally opened. I looked up to see a beaten Dean being thrown into the room onto the tiled floor. The larger man with the jump suit on smirked evilly at me as Dean groaned on the floor then slammed the door shut. A sound of bolts locking us inside. I slowly lowered my eyes from the door, bringing them down to Dean who had been beaten up badly. Blood had started to dry to his forehead after running down from his hair. He clung to his ribs and turned his face to my direction, his eyes closed shut. I stayed silent, watching him as I took in his bust up nose and cut cheek. He would surely have a black eye in a few hours, the red just on the top of his cheek bone showed that much. His eyes opened slowly to meet mine, a pained expression as he struggled to pull himself up to his knee's and off his chest. My mouth was clamped shut, fear and anger both filling me the more we held eye contact. "I'm so sorry" Was all he said, his voice gruff with the pain then he reached out to me. I automatically flinched pulling my legs back, wincing from the pain of the knife after forgetting about it. My leg with the knife dropped down in that instant and I whimpered, struggling to back off further even though Dean had frozen the moment I flinched away from him. He panted out, looking down as he groaned to fully get onto his knees and clinging to his left ribs. Once on his knee's his eyes came down to my leg, taking in the knife as regret filled him. I had my hands around the wound, not touching the knife but I was thinking about it as burning filled the wound. "Don't..." Dean told me, my teary eyes moved to his as he looked at me concerned then back to the knife. "If you pull it out you might bleed to death. It could have hit the femoral artery". I blinked at him then lowered my eyes to the knife. "I'm not stupid, I know!" I mumbled in a snapped tone. Dean sighed out, moving a little closer to face me as he still clung to his ribs.