"Erick Rowan". I looked blankly at Seth as he held out a piece of paper for me to take. Blinking at him then the paper I immediately sat forward to see the fucker on the small mugshot at the top left side of the page was none other than one of the fuckers helping Bray. I snatched it in that instant, looking at his mugshot and then taking in his name. I couldn't help but smirk eavily at the page as I now knew this fuckers hometown and address. "Also...." Seth handed me another page which I slowly averted my eyes to. Luke Harper. Another mug shot with a name to match the other fucker who was always in that stupid jumpsuit. "They both come from the same town" Ro stated, looking at the same sheets as what I had but copies Seth handed them after he gave me mine. Kelly looked over his shoulder, taking in the men I could see she felt uneasy about their eyes. I did also. I had been in their presence but on paper, they looked much much eviler. "One final thing....." I looked up to Seth's hand that held yet another piece of paper. This one had a woman on it and then a guy on the bottom half of the page. "Taylor Rowan..." Kelly said in a slight whisper but she sounded to recognise the name. I glanced up from the picture of the two I didn't recognise. Looking across to Kelly she looked more than shocked. "Who are these two?" I asked Seth, unable stop looking back at Kelly. Something was off. "They all live on a farmhouse in Louisana. It belongs to Erick. I'm betting that's where they took her." I peered back at Kelly. She was almost trembling as she looked across at me. "I know him..." She whimpered. Seth and Ro looked directly at her. "Who?" I asked, feeling enraged she waited till now when she could have said something two minutes ago. I was becoming inpatient recently, especially with those two.
"Taylor! I know him! Well, I used to. My parents moved me to Louisana for a quieter life. I became a bit of a wild child and they are religious so..." "Get to the fucking point!" I snapped, seeing a whole story coming on. "I am! It's all relevant!... Anyway...well I was sent to this religious run-down school. It was full of inbred weirdo's, or so the kids that weren't strange called them. Luke and that girl...they both were in my class. They were the strangest out of all of the weirdo's. Taylor had a thing for hurting the girls in the class. He was kicked out of our school after raping a seventh grader in the janitors closet. He has no boundaries. Her...I forget her name but...she was pure evil also. She enjoyed torturing the younger kids in the town. She once hung a five-year-old boy by his feet and left him dangling over a pit of snakes she had set up. They are both as messed up as each other and going by their pictures, they haven't changed much. They still look psycho". I wasn't surprised hearing about the two new faces. Especially if they were involved with Bray, I expected anyone involved with him to be fucked up or worse. Hearing they were that bad gave me more worry that if Rach was alive, they probably would be doing more than killing her and my child. There was possible torture and... I couldn't comprehend what else they could be doing. "Do you have the address?" I asked Seth, standing to my feet ready to get ready and go. "Unfortunately that part was hard to get. Erick owns a property and they all live together but the only info is that it is in Louisiana" I groaned out when Kelly held her hand up and stood to her feet. "I might be able to help. It says farmhouse?" Seth looked at a sheet then nodded. "It's strange how they have the type of home but no fucking address!" I snapped. "I might know where they live. I'm sure they live where they did when I was at school with them. In fact, I'm sure of it!" We all glanced at each other then back at Kelly. We had no other choice right now. "I guarantee they are there somewhere even if it's not the same farmhouse. I know the town like the back of my hand." Without a second thought, I headed out the room to grab my jacket and wallet. Turning back to the others I gave them an annoyed look. "Well?! Let's get going then! Let's find her!".
24 Hours later
"NO! LET GO!" I kicked and screamed as they held me down on what I presumed to be the sitting room floor. I couldn't do this, not with them. I wanted to be safe in a hospital, with John beside me. Instead, I was in some dirty farmhouse fighting against the pain but it was no use. I had been in Labour for two days and nothing was happening. Surely I needed a doctor. Even I knew this was turning dangerous. "Tie her down again!" Fiona screeched, pushing Taylor to grab the rope that had been put on me before. I had only agreed to stop fighting for them to untie me. I stupidly thought I had a chance to run. "STOOOOPP! PLEASE! IT HURTS!!!" I was now screaming at the top of my lungs. Nobody cared, nobody listened. The crippling pain hit me again. I curled up automatically as it reached its peak which weakened me enough for them to tie me down. "It's supposed to hurt silly. It's labour! Or did you think we were on a safari?" I glared at Fiona as she cackled and turned away. That bitch! I'm gonna kill her myself! All I could do right then was sob and then cry as the pain slowly faded away, leaving me with a dull ache that was slowly becoming unbearable. I was exhausted, drenched in sweat and losing my energy fast. I laid still on my side, letting Taylor finish tying up my wrists because I had no other choice. Once he was done, he sat back and I kept my back to him, staring out along the dirty carpeted floor and to the wall. I could see Fiona's feet close by but she was too her tv again as she ignored I was even there. "I'm going to die if you don't get me to a hospital..." I mumbled out. Hoping Taylor could hear me while Fiona was lost in laughter. He didn't reply. I slowly rolled onto my back, my tied hands making the pain worse but I continued to roll till I faced him. I hoped if he had even an ounce of human empathy inside of him, that maybe he would see sense. He watched me in return, tears slid down my cheek and onto the floor as I begged him with my eyes. "Me and this baby are going to die if we don't see a doctor..." I tried again. Silence. Nothing but him watching me in silence.
The pain picked up again. I cringed and curled up, gritting my teeth through the pain as I cried out and clenched my eyes shut. I wanted John here with me so badly. I wanted to see him again. If he was even alive. But there was a chance he wasn't. Otherwise, he would have found me by now...surely. I flinched feeling a hand come into my hair, stroking it out of my face softly. I opened my eyes just as the pain started to fade again to see it was Taylor. I didn't want to anger him again. Instead, I laid there and let him think he was comforting me when he was just making me angrier. I didn't want him touching me. "Bray!!!!!" I flinched hearing Fiona shout in a panic. Jumping from her armchair she strode over to the window that was behind my back. "BRAY! GET HERE NOW! WE HAVE COMPANY!". I didn't know what was going on but I hoped it was someone who could help me. Without waiting I began to scream. At the top of my lungs after a sharp inhale I screamed hysterically like my life depended on it. Taylor tried to cover my mouth, a panicked expression on his face as I shifted my mouth away and struggled as I continued to scream at the top of my lungs. "SHUT UP!" The wind was knocked out of me when I felt a harsh kick on my back, making the pain get so great I squirmed into the fetal position with my legs and sobbed in agony. I couldn't make any noise any longer. I couldn't pay attention to anything around me as I felt myself going dizzy with lack of breath mixed with the pain and then...I black out.
Third Person POV
"Fuck! Do you think they heard her?!" Taylor screeched out. He got up from the floor after seeing Rachel was out cold but breathing. The last thing he wanted was to leave her dead. He had hoped she would be ok for now while they dealt with their problem. "isn't that the Moxley guy and his friends?" Fiona pointed out as Bray entered the room to see the scene before him. Stepping over Rachel's limp body, he headed for the window and pushed past Taylor and Fiona. A dark grin came over his face, a guttural moan of enjoyment to him coming right to him. He had been saved a job. He wouldn't have to go hunt him down himself later. "It would seem, Moxley came to play..." Fiona smirked, looking back at Taylor who was more concerned about Rachel being taken away from him. For the first time in years, he managed to keep one alive for longer than a few months. This one was different. She may have feared him but once or twice she had been kinder than the others and followed his orders. She backed away in fear but never attacked him to cause serious harm. To him, Rachel was the one he wanted to keep...forever. "Get her into the basement. They are heading this way so they will plan to check the house out. Hide and keep hidden. Don't strike until I give the order. Got it?" Both nodded and got on with what they had to do. Taylor and Erick carried Rachel carefully down into the basement in the dark and damp back room. Erick left the basement the moment Rachel was laid on an old cot bed. Taylor didn't want to leave her in case she was taken away. It would have been against Bray's orders but Taylor headed for the door, locked it up and laid down beside Rachel to wait out for Bray to take the visitors out. It was only a matter of time until Rachel woke up and this way, he could also keep her quiet.
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MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)
TerrorA serial killer is on the loose in Vegas. He is only known to the law and the public as Moxley. He doesn't like to be told what to do and he doesn't ever take no for an answer. His motive....Rejection. Rachel is a single women who was given an oppo...
