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

My sacrifice for you

"I can't!" I sobbed out, falling forward to slam my knee's into the floor and my head fell onto the bed. Tears streamed down my face, the hand with the gun laid on the bed next to my head as Dean watched me break down. "It crossed your mind! That's reason enough to just do it!" I raised my head to look at him fully. The moment I did I felt pain fill me at his words. "It was a moment of fucking weakness! I won't do it Dean! I'd rather shoot myself than...." I suddenly froze, the thought of taking my own life didn't seem too bad. I knew I would suffer a worse death if Bray figured out what I was really planning to do. Dean's eyes widened at my sudden change in body language, "NO! Don't fucking even think like that! Rachel....Look at me..." my eyes had trailed to the gun but at Dean's order I met his eyes again. He looked pained at the thought of me shooting myself. It was all I could think of as my way out right in that moment. "You have something to live for! You can't just end your life when you will survive this! I promise you will survive!". I dropped the gun, leaving it on the bed next to Dean feeling everything get too much. Standing to my feet I climbed onto the bed and over Dean. Panic filled his face as he watched me confused, "What are you doing?!" He rushed out. "I'm getting us out of here!" I snapped, yanking on his wrist to find the cuffs were in fact already so tight they were cutting into his skin. "It won't work! I already tried to pull free and they just tightened". My eyes snapped back to his, a stern expression on my face as I pulled myself together and nothing but determination took over me. "You either help me free you no matter what it takes or I fucking shoot myself! Your choice!" My threat seemed serious but in reality I didn't have the guts no matter how appealing it was.

Dean in that instant groaned out and began to yank on the same cuff I was pulling on with his arm. Gripping the metal to hold it still Dean pulled his wrist as hard as he could. It wasn't budging. After only a minute of pulling his wrist was bleeding. Letting go I felt frustration come over me then I looked up to the wall where the cuff was bolted. "Wait a minute!" I whispered. Dean looked up as I leaned closer to the wall and found the bolts to be under a mound of wallpaper. I peeled it away, revealing wall filler had been put over it. "Are these guys seriously that fucking stupid?" I laughed. Dean frowned making my face become serious when I came to realise he had done this and not Bray. "Sorry...it holds I guess but you could have done a better job..." Dean glared at me as I looked back to the wall. Picking at the filler with my nails I found it crumbled away easily. "When you've done that try to find something to fit the bolts. Careful! That dust hurts in the eyes!". "Sorry..." I mumbled, picking the last of the filler out and revealing the bolts I would need to unscrew. "Why didn't you think of this earlier? You put them in so surely you must have known how easy this would have been?" Dean stayed silent. A quick glance to him showed he felt stupid, he possible forgot in the panic. "So...what was this planned for? I thought Moxley killed his victims rather than storing them for some time". "I stored you for some time didn't I?". I got off the bed to try and find something around the room that could be used to get the bolts. "I guess but I wasn't really your usual victim was I? So...who was it meant for?" I asked curiously, kneeling down beside the bed to check and find under the bed was bare. "It was meant for you..." I raised my head slowly back to above the bed. Watching him as he stared up at the ceiling I saw he was serious. Being cuffed to the bed would have been enough to scare me more than I already was.

"Why?" I asked him without emotion. I had become accustomed to the ways of Dean now. Nothing really surprised me anymore when it concerned him. "It's a fetish thing..." I frowned as I got up fully. Dean's face showed a glint of a blush as I turned away and headed for the bathroom. Looking around I still couldn't find anything helpful. Opening the empty cupboard, I noticed the handle could be unscrewed. Gripping one side of the handle I looked behind the door and twisted the metal screw to allow the handle to come loose. The moment it popped out I smirked to find the screw bit was a sharp point and small enough to fit the bolt. I headed back to the bedroom and climbed over Dean again. There was silence as he watched me place the sharp point into the bolt and pushed to try and ease it open. The sharp end of the screw slipped out a few times making me swear under my breath till I managed to finally loosen it. I twisted the rest open with my fingers till the bolt dropped out and Dean's hand was dropped free, cuff's still attached to that wrist. I did the exact same with the other one, Dean sat up higher watching till I revealed the bolt then he snatched the screw off me and took over. "Try and find anything else we can use as a weapon. I can break that door down to get us out but we need to defend ourselves". I nodded to him then turned on my heels to find anything that could help. It didn't take long to see there was nothing but one bullet. I turned to Dean just as he pulled free but with a set of cuffs to each wrist. His eyes met me but quickly looked away as he became extremely serious and turned to the bed frame and tossed the mattress off. I watched as he yanked a bed slat out with no problem at all and dropped it to the floor. I picked it up presuming these were our weapons as he grabbed another and kept a hold on it. "Gun?" He asked me, holding his hand out the second I picked it up and I placed it in his hand. "Promise me one thing..." I nodded yes as he turned back to me and placed the hand with the gun on my shoulder, his eyes looking at me in a way I had never seen him look at anyone before.