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

I love you but I hate you

"What do you propose?" I smiled evilly towards Bray. Dean had been locked up in the room alone for four hours now. I had sat in the hall with Bray and his men doing my best to convince them I was totally in with this. Bray insisted I told him in detail about Moxley's abuse. I added a few lies into the mix to try and establish a false hate about myself. Bray was easier to manipulate than I thought. When he patted me on my head I used all my will power to not push him away. I didn't want that sicko touching me. "Your new name will be Abigail. Your new identity with your new life. Welcome to the family sister!" I watched him feeling sick with his words as he held out his arms to air in a welcoming fashion. When his eyes came back to me I falsely smirked. Standing up I looked down at the other two men who were sat in chairs watching. They didn't seem to be suspicious. Anything Bray believed or said they went along with. It was like they didn't have minds of their own. This whole thing resembled a cult all too much. "I just want to make one request" I told them, turning my eyes back to Bray. He looked at me intrigued, taking a seat on the desk as he waited for me to continue. "Give me a few days with Dea...John" I corrected myself quickly. Not wanting to mess up anything or make them question my real intentions and thoughts towards Dean. "A few days for what?" Bray asked with deep thought, rubbing his beard as he smiled crookedly to me. I felt stressed all of a sudden. I need to get Dean out of here safely somehow but how was I to do it? I hadn't thought that far ahead yet. "I want to make him suffer. I want him to feel the hurt and fear he made me feel". Bray laughed darkly liking the sound of what I was saying. It drew out a hatred towards Bray even more from inside me with what he suggested next. "I can easily do that for you..." "NO! I want to do it. It has to be me. I have to make him suffer for the pain he made me endure". I gulped harshly when Bray looked at me then back to the other two men. I couldn't read what he was thinking or if he even believed I wanted to hurt Dean. I couldn't risk one fuck up. Any fuck up would cost our lives.

"The only way I can allow this is if you are locked in with him. Until he is dead by your hands I can not trust you Abigail" I cringed at the name he had given me. I hated it. I hated Bray thinking he owned me now. "Fine..." I said with hesitation. Anything to make sure I could buy us enough time to formulate a plan. Bray watched me a moment longer. Once he made his mind up he gave me a wicked smirk and clapped his palms together making a loud slapping noise. "Ok! You make him suffer, then when you are done, you kill him. Only you can kill the beast. Only you can destroy the demon within that mans soul" I nodded trying to force myself to look appreciative with this. How could anyone be ok with this? Dean...John...Moxley...he was the same person. He was pure evil but I truly believed him when he said he wanted to stop. I could never forgive him for what he did but he deserved to be locked up and given the death sentence if the judge decided on it, not murdered in cold blood. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone now I had faced the reality of Dean's death within these circumstances. My mind had changed about it the moment we became locked in this situation. Of course I knew I was just as guilty of Moxley's crimes. I had lured innocent victims in a bid to save myself. Once Dean had handed himself in I had already planned to come forward and explain why and how I helped him. I hoped I wouldn't be locked up in jail for it. Being forced against my will would have been enough in England but I wasn't familiar with America laws. "There is another condition. John will be cuffed to the building at all times. Only then will I let you have free rain for your plan before you kill him". Damn it! Now there would be no way of breaking Dean free. I had no choice now to go along with it, to keep Dean alive. "Take her to the room we set up" Bray ordered his men. Before I had time to react, Ginger grabbed my arm and pulled me away and down the hall. Five doors down he opened a door and pushed me inside. I stumbled a little but caught my balance as I turned to see the door close and lock behind me.

I turned to look around. A standard room just like down stairs but there was literally the bed and bedside unit they had used to do their amateur operation on me before. This was the same room. I hadn't noticed before that cuff's had been bolted to the wall. The windows were barred so there was no way of getting out that way. Taking my chance I rushed into a door to the left of me and checked to find a bathroom. I opened all the units to find nothing but empty shelves. By the time I had checked any way for an escape to find none, the door opened again with Dean being dragged along the floor by Ginger and Jump suit boy. I watched in shock to see Dean was lethargic, a new gash on his head from where they must have hit him to knock him out. Unable to do anything else with Bray stood in the doorway with the gun I watched on as they tossed him onto the bed and cuffed him to the building just like Bray said. When both men left the room I looked up to Bray, his body filling the door way as he smirked evilly at me. You have a day to do what you feel you have to. If he isn't dead by the time we open this door...you both die" and with that he shut the door and locked up both inside.