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

Bray's games part1

I watched him further as he backed off finally and sat down at the side of me. His hand clung to mine, both of us silent for a long while after as he breathed heavy with the pain in his ribs and I sobbed silently. I felt so confused. My own thoughts were racing quicker than I could make sense of. If anything Dean...John...had made me feel almost sorry for him. He had shown his insecurities through his confession. All of this started because of his insecurity and being blamed for rape. "Did you rape her?" I asked him, breaking the long silence that must have lasted a few hours. I was certain it was day by now. "No. Well...I did before I killed her" I nodded feeling sorry for the woman. Even though she lied she still didn't deserve her fate. I don't think anyone deserved that. "So your names John?" I asked after another silence but this one was shorter. "Johnathan Good" He informed me. The name was nothing but foreign to me. Looking to my side to see his profile, I couldn't grasp that name with his features. Dean was more familiar because that was how I had named him. Looking back across the room I breathed out a heavy breath. Our whole relationship before had been a lie. At least that would make it easier to let go of him. I had hoped so anyway. "You don't think my name suits me do you?" He awkwardly laughed. His chuckle was bitter sweet even though he tried to lighten the tone. "Dean suits you better" I admitted with no emotion. "How did you not mess up? I'd forget if that was me stealing someone else's name" I asked him curiously. Dean shook his head, lightly laughing yet again. How could he be so calm right now? Squeezing my hand gently I was made aware he hadn't let go yet. His hand somehow comforted me even with the truth now being out there. As the hours had passed of us being stuck in this room together, I somehow knew he had no intentions to hurt me. "At first I wouldn't answer to Dean. I'd forget all the time. Roman suggested I get my hearing checked." Dean laughed lightly at the memory.

"How long was you going to hide who you really are to me?" I had to ask. That thought had been niggling in the back of my mind since our captors had first locked me in here. The question now bugging me to the point I had no choice but to throw it out there. "I'll be honest. I would have never told you I wasn't Dean" he honestly told me. We glanced at each other then I looked away quickly. Just the thought of if he never admitted he had lied about who he really was had me in bits. If our relationship became serious enough I could have gone my whole life not knowing if he didn't fuck up, if I didn't fuck up. "Would you have told me you was Moxley this whole time?" I asked him further. I somehow didn't feel scared of him anymore. The longer we had sat here the more I saw he was just a broken man who killed out of insecurity. I gave him security in a way and he would never intentionally destroy that. If I trod carefully anyway. "I planned to. I just didn't know when or how. I wanted to show you in a way you would understand rather than reacting the way you did". I snatched my hand out of his in anger. Feeling myself become enraged again I turned my body to face him. Dean's face was calm, he was filled with regret but that didn't help me hate him any less. "How could anyone understand the horrible things you did?! Your a fucking monster! Dean...John! What ever your fucking name is! You will never be forgiven for the things you did! You....!" I stopped my words as the door opened. Dean never took his eyes off me as I watched the figure of the man in the jump suit enter the room and the other back up man following. I looked to Dean as they stood over us, his hand gripped mine the moment a foot went into his chest to pin him down and my body was lifted by my arms then Dean lost his grip on my hand. "No! Get off of me! Dean!" I screamed out when my eyes landed on Dean as I was pulled out of the room. He willingly stood up and walked with the other man. He didn't look happy about it as he watched me being dragged in the direction he was walking towards also. Without taking much notice of my surroundings we was eventually in another room, this one was pristine with white tiles on the floor and walls. I got the feeling this room was meant for disposing of bodies later in Moxley's sick game. A bunch of tools and a table to one side made that thought viable as I looked around.