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You watch through trembling fingers as Jey slings his twins arm around his shoulders, bearing as much of his weight as he can before staggering up the ramp. Jimmy's blood drips from his face, leading a trail back to the ring where it had all gone so horribly wrong.
How did it go so wrong?
You and Jey had been backstage, watching as Jimmy and Gunther went at it. Soft "yeets" escaped Jey's lips each time Jimmy got the upper hand, his eyes shining with pride. You gripped onto him, knowing what this would mean to him if Jimmy were to land a win tonight. Hoping his twin would be able to deliver the confidence you hadn't been able to.
That hope turned to ashes as the match went on. The darkness crept over Jey's face as he watched Gunther toy with Jimmy. Your own rage flamed, watching him tug Jimmy around like a rag doll instead of just getting the pin like he should.
"Bastard", Jey snarled, ripping himself out of your grip and heading towards the door.
"Jey!" You shouted, "wait!"
He hesitated for a second, glancing back to you. You knew you couldn't stop him, and to be honest, after watching what Gunther had just done to Jimmy, you didn't want to either.
"Kick his ass!"
Jey gave you a quick smirk and then ran from the room. You turned back to the screen, watching in horror and disgust as Gunther went back into the ring to play with Jimmy some more. Waiting for Jey's music to hit.
When it did, you saw him race down to the ring, ignoring the fans cheers and locking in solely on saving his brother.
You grinned when Gunther fled the arena, fled from your man. Though that grin slipped when the camera showed how damaged Jimmy was, and the frustration and rage Jey felt as he helped him stand up to make their way back to gorilla.
That's when shit really hit the fan.
What came next was a blur of fear, pain and heartache.
You cried out when Gunther suddenly attacked the twins from behind, sending them both sprawling to the floor. Hands flew to your mouth when Jey smashed into the steps. Watched through tears when Gunther tied Jey to the ropes.
You didn't even realise you'd left the room and run to gorilla until someone caught you round your middle.
"Stop (Y/N), you can't go out there. Hunter has sent security now, it's OK!"
You didn't register who was talking to you who was holding you back. You flailed in their grasp, desperate to go help your man. You'd only been a professional wrestler a short time but it still took three security to keep you from barrelling down the ramp to beat the shit out of Gunther, such was your rage.
"Look, it's over now, he's coming back in a minute."
These words finally registered with you, and you stopped fighting long enough to look over at the screen. What you see makes your heart tear in two.
Jey sinks his hand into Jimmy's hair, one hand still tied to the ropes as his twin's blood soaks into the mat in front of him. The anguish on his face has you fighting to get to him again.
"Someone cut him free for fuck sake," you plead, still being restrained, watching as Jey tries to drag Jimmy closer to him, cradles him in his free arm.
Someone finally grants your wish and Jey holds onto his brother tighter. Medics rush to the ring, trying to help them as Michael Cole's commentary comes through the speaker, berating Gunther for being a hypocrite. Finally they get the twins out the ring and start the long devastating walk towards gorilla.
You've stopped fighting now and noticing this, the security back off. You wait behind the curtain, body shaking in fearful anticipation of what you're about to see.
When they finally get round the corner, it's worse than you thought.
Jimmy is a complete mess. Barely holding himself up, he's draped over Jey's shoulder, eyes glassy as if he has no clue where he is. His face is painted red, blood dripping everywhere. He's muttering something, but noone can tell exactly what in all the commotion. Only one word comes through clear.
"Jey."
Jey himself is the opposite. Completely silent, face set in stone as he hauls his brother through the curtain and helps him onto the wheelchair the medics had brought to gorilla. His hand keeps hold of Jimmy's even after letting the rest of him go. When medics suggest he let go while they take him to medical, he says nothing but grips Jimmy tighter, glaring at them as if daring them to make him leave. No more is said as they start to wheel Jimmy backstage.
We make eye contact as Jey walks past with the rest. I think only I can see past the hard glare to the lost and vulnerable state within. Jeys heart is breaking and you know why. He feels like he failed. Again. Failed to protect his brother. Your own heart bursts knowing he feels this way.
Your hand shoots out to grasp his empty one, trying with one touch to convey how much you love him. How he is enough. How he hasn't failed anything. How proud you are of him.
A single tear escapes his eyes before the wall slams down and he tears his eyes from yours. He gives you a nod before carrying on, going with his brother to see what damage has been done.
You let him go, knowing he needs to be with Jimmy right now. You'd see him later. Besides, you had your own promo coming up later and, like the bosses always said, the show must go on.
Wiping your eyes furiously, you realise you'd probably smudged your makeup with all that crying and yelling. You head back towards the locker rooms to fix it, trying to clear your mind of the image of Jimmy's blood and Jey's devastated roars.
It's no use. You can't concentrate through the rage and heartache you feel. You stomp down corridors, barely paying attention to where your anger fuelled steps are taking you.
It's when you start shivering in your ring gear that you realise you have no clue where you are. Cursing, you stop and look up and down the corridor you've found yourself on. You were in an arena you'd not been to before. Always being on the move, going from arena to arena hadn't improved your sense of direction in the slightest. You normally relied on Jey to be your guide, or Jimmy, or Naomi. After years in the business, they knew their way around pretty much everywhere. Now you'd got yourself lost in what appeared to be a mostly abandoned part of the building.
Hearing distant cheers from the crowd to the right, you decided to head that way. You were in such a rush you didn't notice the slightly ajar door to your left.
That's why you weren't prepared when strong arms grabbed you and dragged you into a dark room and threw you down.
You hit the floor, breath whooshing out of you but thankfully nothing felt injured. Years of being thrown around a ring gave you some protection at least.
You blinked as a dim light illuminated the small space. It appeared to be some kind of janitors cupboard, shelves lining the walls stocked with cleaning products and paper towel rolls. And blocking the now closed door, Gunther, towering menacingly above you. Still in his ring gear. Still caked in Jimmy's blood, you noticed, stomach turning.
"What the fuck!?" You shrieked at him, scooting backwards and using the shelves to drag yourself up. You hoped your voice didn't give away the fear you felt, but you were definitely more high-pitched than you would have liked. Gunther grinned.
You shivered when you heard the lock click into place.
"My apologies (Y/N), I was hoping we could be in private."
You pushed off the shelf, not wanting to look intimidated, despite the warning your heart was trying to beat in your chest. Tilting your head up, you glared at him.
"Fuck you Gunther."
Proud of how steady your voice now sounded, you stepped forward, trying to get to the door. He sidestepped to block you, reaching out his arms to rest them on the shelves either side, cutting off your escape.
"Now now, (Y/N) that's not very friendly," Gunther drawled. "What would Jey think?"
"Don't you dare say his name!" You spat back at him, rage once again rushing in to replace the fear. "You don't deserve to breathe the same air as him after what you've done."
"So you've seen dear Jim then?" Gunther's eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light. "Is Jey finally out of those cuffs?" He gave a short cruel laugh.
"Fuck you," you repeated savagely, blood boiling. Your hands curled into fists at your side, outraged by his blasé attitude to the damage he'd wrought tonight.
"We're getting to that," Gunther said. Ice shot down your spine at his words, freezing you to the spot. "Jey needed to learn his place, and if I have to take away those he loves to do that, so be it."
Rage, panic and fear warred for dominance in your chest. Not wanting to appear weak in front of Gunther, you tried to push the fury to the top, but you couldn't stop a slight tremor in your hands as he took a step towards you.
"I've taken his confidence, his pride, and now his big brother," Gunther continued, arrogantly ticking off his fingers in front of you, "there's only one thing left before I break him completely.
He took another step forward. Unable to stop yourself, you shrank away from him, stepping back and hitting the shelves behind you. Your hand wandered behind you, trying to find soemthing you could use as a weapon. Your fingers closed around the neck of a bottle which felt mostly full.
Gunther stepped forward again, boxing you in. Your entire vision taken up by his intimidating presence.
"Oh really," you managed to choke out, hoping the waver in your voice wasn't as pronounced as you feared, "and what's that?"
He reached out, tucking an errant strand of your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek in his large palm before locking eyes with you.
"You."
You'd heard enough.
Moving with the swiftness you'd become famous in the ring for, you swung the bottle at his head with all your strength. You would definitely knock him out or daze him long enough to make your escape.
Or you would have, had his hand not come up lightning fast to block the bottle.
He caught the disinfectant in his open palm, looking completely untroubled by your attempt to bludgeon him. Indeed, a small smirk played around his mouth as if he'd expected the move. Which, in all fairness, he probably had. We were in a violent profession after all. It's kind of in our nature.
"Again, not very friendly, sweetheart. We can do this the easy way, but if you want to play hard to get..."
He trailed off suggestively, his grin widening into something sinister. Malicious. Twisted.
Your heart thundered in your chest, your mind whelling through your options. Scream? There'd been noone out in the corridor beforehand, why would there be now? Give up? Unthinkable. Fight? He was twice your size, had double your strength and twice as much experience as you. But it was still your best option. Your only option.
You swung your other hand at him, fist flying towards his face. He deflected it with his arm, but you'd expected this, sending your other elbow at his shoulder to shove him off balance.
You may as well have tried shoving a mountain. He barely winced as your sharp joint rammed into him, looking merely annoyed at the inconvenience as he grabbed your arm and slammed it above your head, making you yelp in pain.
Panicking, you tried to get a knee up to his groin, but he crowded into your space, covering you with his body so that you had little room to move your legs. This brought your lower bodies into contact, and your eyes widened as you felt how excited he was getting by this. It only made you fight harder.
One arm still restrained by his hand, you slammed your other into his ribs, which gave you the first sign of hope as he gasped for breath and bent forward. His grip on your other arm was still ironclad however, and he recovered remarkably quickly, blocking your next attack and grabbing your hand in his own bearlike grasp.
You screamed in frustration when he wrenched your hands together above your head, showcasing his incredible strength when he gathered both your wrists in one of his massive paws. You struggled against him, trying to shove him off and then going limp in his grasp, forcing him to bear your full weight, anything to break his hold, but he wasn't one of the greatest wrestlers in the business for nothing. His grip on you didn't slacken one bit.
With one hand holding yours captive, and his weight pinning you against the shelves, he reached to the side. Your eyes tracked the movement, widening in horror when you saw what he was after. More cable ties.
"No," you gasped, renewing your efforts to break free. "Let me go, you bastard."
Gunther chuckled darkly, bringing the ties up to show you.
"But then both you and Jey have been tied up tonight, only fair wouldn't you say (Y/N)?"
He'd already looped 2 together to make them into cuffs, then attacked another to presumably fix to the column of the shelf. A shiver ran up your spine as you realised he'd premeditated all of this.
"You're crazy," you whispered as he set to work ensnaring your wrists in the foul device.
Despite your struggles he managed to snap the cuffs into place. Then wrestled your arms into place so he could attach you to the shelf, immobilising you. Leaving you exposed. Vulnerable. Helpless.
Gunther stepped back to admire his handy work. He watched as you tugged on your bindings, the strong plastic biting viciously into your skin but not breaking. Not budging at all. You let out another frustrated scream, fruitlessly pulling with all your might, but to no avail. Panting, you sagged back against the shelf, watching Gunther with weary eyes.
"Not crazy, sweetheart," muttered Gunther, "just doing what needs to be done."
"What needs to be done?" You repeated, incredulous. "Gunther, this is about a fucking wrestling match. You're doing this just because of a fucking wrestling match. Surely even you see how insane that is!?"
One last ditch attempt to get him to see reason. You'd known even as the words left your lips they were a lost cause, but you had to say it.
Gunther clamped his jaw shut, his face resolute. A shadow passed over his features as he looked at you, lust and determination denying any attempt at reason you could throw at him.
"No," he said firmly, "Jey needs to learn his lesson. And so do you."
He grabbed for you, hands gripping your waist and bringing you forward to grind against his hardness. You gasped when you felt his stiff member brush against you, realising just how big he felt even through both your gear. He groaned as he rubbed himself against you, his breath puffing into the hollow of your neck where he'd buried his head.
"Get the fuck off me," You growled, trying to twist out of his grasp. The ties bit into your skin, your movements severely limited, trapping you under his touch. "I'll fucking kill you if you touch me again."
"Oh I'm going to do a lot more than just touch you (Y/N)," Gunther promised lowly, whispering his threats into your skin.
His hands travelled up, fingers hooking underneath your crop top and pushing up. You flailed againt your bindings, but couldn't stop him as he exposed your breasts to his hungry gaze. A couple of tears leaked down your face at this fresh humiliation.
"So beautiful," Gunther muttered. You think he was speaking to himself more than you, but his words still sent a flush down your face and chest. "Jey doesn't deserve to have such a beauty to himself."
Again, he spoke so quietly you weren't sure if he was speaking to you or even knew he was saying the words out loud at all. He seemed enraptured by your breasts, the nipples pebbling slightly in the cold air of the cupboard.
"I said don't say his name!" You half-spat, half-sobbed, your voice straining for control. You couldn't bear to hear your beloved Jey's name thrown at you by this...monster.
"So touchy," smirked Gunther. "Don't worry baby, by the time I'm done you won't remember his name anyway."
His hands finally explored what his eyes had been feasting upon, shame washing over you with every touch. His fingers plucked and pinched at rosy buds, laughing when he elicited a sharp gasp out of you at the harsh treatment. He leaned forwards to lick a wide strip over one breast, before trapping the nipple between his teeth, teasing the bud. He covered the other with his large palm, kneading the globe beneath his hand before switching round, making sure both received the same attention.
"Stop it," you groaned, once again trying to maneuvere away from his touch.
His tongue started laving over your nipple, his eyes flicking up to watch your reactions. The triumphant glint in his eyes enraged you.
"I said, get the fuck off!"
The shout ripped from you, and you managed to swing your leg out from beneath his own to deliver a swift kick to his shin. He doubled over in pain, clutching his leg.
You turned around, again straining against the ties binding you to the shelves, driving all your weight down in hopes of snapping the damn things. They refused to give. A wail of despair left your lips as you turned back to face Gunther.
Before you could turn fully, he slammed into you from behind, crashing you forward against the shelves, driving the air from your lungs in a pained gasp. Your arms protected your head from bouncing off the wooden slats but you knew you'd be gaining some bruises on your ribs and legs from the force of the body slam. A bottle which had toppled over the edge now leaked out onto the floor, the smell of its chemical contents invading your senses.
A fist gripped your hair, yanking your head backwards, making you cry out in pain.
Gunther looked apoplectic as he stared down at you. You felt tendrils of fear wrap around your throat, killing off the protest that had been building.
"I gave you a chance to be nice," he whispered dangerously. You would have preferred yelling. This calm, calculated Gunther was terrifying. "But if you want to play the bitch, I'll treat you like one."
He yanked your head to one side, exposing the long column of your throat to him. He attacked the soft skin with his mouth, alternating between sucking and biting, making sure he left his mark. You wildly thought of how you'd cover them for your promo later, then wondered if you'd missed it altogether. You had no idea how long you'd been wandering around lost earlier, and how long you'd been trapped in this cupboard now. That might mean people were looking for you though. A tiny spark of hope that you could cling onto.
That spark all but extinguished when Gunther started tugging your ring pants down over your ass. You clamped your legs together tightly but he used his own to kick them apart, yanking your tiny shorts down. He let go of your hair so he could rip them over your boots, leaving your lower half completely naked.
When he didn't immediately plaster himself to your back again you knew he was probably getting an eyeful of your ass. As a pro wrestler, you took good care of your body so you knew you looked damn good, but that thought was not at all a comfort as Gunthers scorching gaze swept over you now, burning you with shame and fear. You trembled as you waited to feel his disgusting hands on you once more.
When the touch didn't come, you risked a glance back over your shoulder. To your horror, you realised he'd taken the moment to remove his own ring shorts, so that he stood fully naked, drinking in the sight of your nudity before him. He stroked his cock, which, you noted miserably, you were quite right about him being well endowed.
"Look at you, like a present all unwrapped for me," he breathed, eyes feasting on your exposed ass. "If Jey could see you now..."
His words tore a hole in your heart. Tears glistened in your eyes as you thought of Jey. He'd be with Jimmy now, already feeling heartbroken at the sight of his brothers beaten body. If he could see you now it would break him completely.
No, you thought, he can't see you. Can't know. Won't know. Because this can't happen. You clenched your jaw, determined to try one last wild defiant struggle. Jey deserved more than this.
Gunther noticed the steel forming in your eyes and grinned.
"Ooh, my fierce little baby wants to try one last time does she?" He mocked, taunting you as he took a step closer.
You grit your teeth and turned around, paying no heed to your nakedness as you kicked your leg up at full force towards his groin, praying to connect with vulnerable flesh.
His hand caught your foot and yanked, pulling you completely off balance and making your captive wrists bear all your weight. You yelped in pain as the plastic cut into you, trying to get your other leg under you to steady yourself. Failing that, you threw all caution to the wind and used that leg to deliver a kick to whatever you could reach of Gunther, but he merely caught up that leg too, leaving your wrists and shoulders in agony from holding all your weight.
A victorious smirk split Gunther's face as he wrapped your legs around his waist, pinning you back against the shelves with his body. Whilst this eased some of the strain on your arms, the feel of his hard cock pressing up against your heat made your stomach slip and your heart roll over inside your chest. He shifted you easily, positioning his leaking cock at your entrance.
"Someone's been enjoying herself I think," grinned Gunther, swiping his cockhead through your wet folds.
You could've died from humiliation and shame right there. His assault on your breasts earlier had your body reacting, your ever sensitive nipples triggered by his relentless pawing.
"Fuck you," you croaked out, trying to cling onto any defiance and dignity you had left.
"Thats the idea! Can't wait to see you stretched on my cock," Gunther teased, lining himself up.
Abandoning all pride, you began to beg.
"Gunther, please, don't do this," choking on sobs, you pleaded with him. "Please, just let me go. Please."
Gunther froze for a second, his eyes locked on yours. He raised a hand to wipe away a stray tear, then cupped your cheek in the most tender touch he'd laid on you tonight.
"It's too late for that," he said.
Then he slammed into you.
Your lips stretched wide in a silent scream. His cock punched a hole through your insides, your walls clenching madly in an effort to drive him out. He'd only managed to get about three quarters of his length buried inside your tight heat, but it felt like you were full to bursting already.
Gunther moaned. "So tight, so perfect."
Your breath escaped in pained gasps, every fibre of your being concentrating on rejecting the agony of his presence. He gave you no time to adjust to his overwhelming size, thrusting viciously into you, trying to bury his entire length inside. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place as his own hips snapped forward again and again, driving himself deeper into your core.
When he bottomed out he paused, gasping his pleasure into the crook of your neck, enjoying your velvety heat wrapping fully around him. Your walls spasmed around him, trying in vain to eject him, but only making him moan louder.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight." He groaned into your skin. "Such a perfect slut for me."
The protest on your tongue died and turned into a sharp intake of breath when he slid out and slammed back in. His cock pistoned in and out of you at a rapid pace, leaving you no air for words. You heard pathetic little whimpers, and cracked your jaw shut when you realised they were coming from you, not wanting to give Gunther the satisfaction.
"Don't hide your pretty moans from me," gloated Gunther, wringing one more from you with a particularly harsh thrust to your most sensitive spot. "There's noone around to hear you, we can be as loud as we want."
You saw through his comment. Yes, he wanted to debase you by having you moaning on his dick. But he also wanted to remind you that noone was coming to save you. That you were alone. At his mercy. Helpless and hopeless.
Gunther licked a broad stripe up your neck, leaning in to suck a mark there too. You grit your teeth, disgusted and outraged. Determined not to let Gunther have any more of your sounds tonight. You would at least deny him that.
That would prove easier said than done.
His hands cupped your ass, using them to bounce you up and down on his massive cock. Each time you dropped down onto him, you felt like you were splitting in half, still not adjusted after no preparation. Despite the pain, you could still feel the heat pooling in your abdomen, electricity racing through your nerves with every sweep of his cock against your walls.
Your breasts bounced in front of him, capturing his attention as he watched the full globes dance, ducking his head to take one in his mouth. His teeth grazed your nipple, making you arch your back in unwanted pleasure. You bit your lip, holding back the moan that threatened to slip forth.
"Just let go (Y/N), I know you're enjoying it," Gunther jeered, in between sucking and biting your sensitive bud. "I want to hear those beautiful sounds of yours."
"No" you gasped out, before cursing yourself. It almost sounded like a moan. Biting down once more on your lip, you tried to think of anything else, tried to disassociate. But Gunther picked up his pace, pummelling your most precious place with deadly accuracy, keeping you locked in the moment.
You almost let another gasp slip out when Gunther suddenly slid all the way out your pussy. He dropped your legs to the floor. You barely managed to catch yourself on them; they were so weak and shaky they could hardly hold your weight. Before you could really understand what had happened, he'd turned you around to face the shelves again, bent you over as much as your restraints would allow and slammed back inside you once more.
A wail did manage to escape you this time, the fresh penetration forcing your lips open. At this new angle, his invading cock hit even deeper into your pussy, feeling like he was trying to rearrange your guts. A vice like grip pressed bruises into your hips, using them to slam you back onto his cock with every punishing thrust.
Your unspoken vow to remain silent was shattered. You were completely undone by his cock, gasps and moans tumbling from your mouth now as his cock stoked the fire within you. Unable to hold back the torrent of whimpers he elicited.
"Ngh.... aagh, fuck! Mm-ngh, AAH!"
You felt his chuckle vibrate through his chest as he plastered himself across your back to hiss in your ear.
"That's it baby, let go. Fuck, you were made to be my slut, listen to you."
It didn't help when his hands slid from their purchase on your hips to grope and tweak at your swinging breasts. Pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, kneading and pulling on them. Your eyes rolled in your head as your pleasure soared higher, the coil in your stomach tightening.
"Fuuuck," you hissed, "sto- aah! Nooo... st-"
Gunther peppered your nape with kisses and bites, fucking into you now with slow, measured strokes, every time nailing your sensitive spot. His fingers continued their ministrations, pushing you toward your pinnacle.
"You wanna come, slut?" Gunther asked, the smirk evident in his tone. "Jey's little whore, cumming on my cock. Go on baby, you can do it."
Jey's name was like a slap in the face. Tears fell freely down your face, sobs heaving your chest. But you couldn't deny your own body. You knew Gunther was right. There was no stopping this now.
Once again, he shocked you by pulling out completely. Gunther spun you around, grabbing your throat with one hand and lifting your leg up to rest on his shoulder with the other. He was so tall you had to go on your tiptoe to do it, but thankfully you were agile enough that it didn't add to your considerable pain to be forced into such a position.
"I want to see your face when I cum," Gunther said simply, then pressed himself back inside your silky channel.
How was it possible that he felt even deeper inside you now? Was he actually burying himself in your womb even now? His hand pressed against your stomach, making you clench all the more around his cock. His groan vibrated through his entire being, making you shiver in response.
You knew you were close. There was no way to fight it, no way to stop it. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see him, not wanting to look at his smug face when your orgasm was ripped from you.
"Uhuh," Gunther warned, squeezing your throat in his huge palm. "I want to see you fall apart, show me what Jey sees. I need to have you."
The lack of oxygen started to get to you. You spluttered, gasping for breath until you could bare it no longer. Your eyes fluttered open, locking onto his gaze as he loosened his grip slightly, enough to allow precious air into your lungs.
His thrusts has become erratic, his own end near. Yours was barrelling towards you; a few more thrusts and you'd be undone.
"Time for you to cum baby girl," panted Gunther, fucking into you at a ridiculously fast pace.
His hand slid down from where he'd been playing with your nipples again, and his thumb found your neglected clit. That was all it took and you were thrown over the edge.
You screamed as you came, waves of pleasure crashing into you as he fucked you through it. His thumb never relented on your sensitive nub, prolonging your climax, drawing it out into agonising bliss.
"Oh god, your pussy is squeezing my cock, I'm gonna cum," panted Gunther, still pistoning roughly into you.
The words threw a switch in your head, sending you into a panic.
"No! Not inside, plea-"
Too late.
A couple more thrusts and your pussy walls clenching hard around him in the throes of your aftershocks had him cumming hard. You felt his cock pulsing as he released ropes of his cream into you, thrusting shallowly. More tears escaped as you felt him flood your insides. You knew you'd never feel clean again. You noted dully that Jimmy's blood was now coating your own skin. Uso blood, already on your hands.
As Gunther slid himself away from the broken mess that was your body, a few drops of his cum leaked down your thigh, adding to your disgust. Your head drooped, exhausted, watching the white juice as it slowly trailed down your inner leg.
"Oh yeah, there's the money shot, can't let Jey miss that," came Gunther's gloating voice from above.
Confused, you glanced up at him, then reared in horror when you saw him holding a phone and pointing it at the mess between your legs. You clenched your thighs together, but the damage was already done. Unbeknownst to you, he'd recorded the entire miserable affair, he told you now.
"Now just what to do with it hmm? Shall I show Jey as soon as we're done here, with the pain of Jimmy's beating still so fresh?" Gunther tugged his shorts back on, acting as if this were a normal conversation. As if he'd not just committed the ultimate violation of you. "Or maybe next week when he inevitably comes looking for his revenge? Or even better, just before our match at Wrestlemania? Get him so off balance into rage and sorrow that it takes nothing at all to break him. What do you think will hurt him most? Seeing me fuck you, or the fact you enjoyed it?"
"You fucking sick bastard," you screamed, kicking out to try to knock the phone from his hand. Gunther merely danced back out of reach, laughing.
"Oh I wouldn't be like that (Y/N)," Gunther mocked, "don't you think our time together was special?"
He suddenly crowded you again, catching you off guard. His hand gripped your throat, tilting your head back so you were forced to look at him. He lowered his head to yours, filling your field of vision.
"So special I'm almost tempted to keep it between us," Gunther whispered, his free hand trailing softly down your sides. "Wouldn't you like that (Y/N)? Shall we keep this a secret?"
You shrieked in frustration. You couldn't trust Gunther. You knew that. Knew he'd released that video when it was of greatest benefit to himself. But the idea of keeping your blackest moment a secret, keeping Jey safe from the knowledge that his girl was so badly violated. Keeping yourself from seeing the hatred and disappointment in his eyes when he looked at you....
That hope was almost too much. And Gunther knew it.
"You'd never keep this from him," you mumbled, sounding pathetic even to your own ears. "Not if it meant him beating you."
"I would if I could have this again (Y/N)," Gunther countered, his lips almost covering your own now, his breath mingling with yours, "Noone would have to know, not even Jey..."
He lowered his head even further, lips closing in for a kiss. You could keep this secret. Jey didn't need to know. His heart would be safe. Your own could shatter, as long as Jey was safe.
Gunther couldn't be trusted.
Just as his mouth made contact, you slammed your head forward, forehead whacking into his nose. You saw stars, the small room whirling around you for a moment as you listened to his pained cries.
When your dizziness started to fade, you saw Gunther holding his nose, which had started to gush blood. A sadistic grin split your face, and you blew a kiss at him.
"I'll take my chances," you said, resolute.
Gunthers face darkened.
"Fine," he snapped, grabbing a roll of tissue from the shelf. "Have it your way bitch, I wonder how quickly Jey will drop you when he sees this."
"Jey loves me, and he's gonna kick your fucking ass at Wrestlemania, take your title, and then I'll come for whatever's left," you threatened, glaring at him.
You flinched when Gunther suddenly grabbed a pocket knife from the shelf next to him but he merely threw it on the floor, near your feet.
"I guess we'll see, won't we? Good luck cutting yourself free, whore. See you at Mania."
With that, he swiftly left the room, closing the door behind him.
You were fully prepared to break down the second he left, but you knew you had to free yourself before anyone else found you like this.
You'd talk to Jey as soon as you were free, you decided. It was going to be awful, heartbreaking and humiliating, and you didn't know if he'd forgive you or even worse, pity you, but you knew it had to come from you. And the sooner the better.
You weren't lying to Gunther. Jey did love you. You would get through this together. And Jey would indeed beat him and take his title.
Then you'd take everything else.
With that cold, comforting thought, you grabbed the knife with your toes, and got to work.