Burn

What happens if you feel your world is caving in? What happens when you feel you are about to lose everything? What happens if you feel like you have nothing left to give and all your hopes and dreams crushed. What happens when all you feel you have left is just your life? What do you do? Do you give up? Do you fight? Do you crawl in a corner and die? Or do you take the only one in your life that you feel you can trust… and take it all out on that person? Do you dominate? Do you decimate? Do you degrade and destroy? What do you do? Do you sulk? Do you cry? Do you crawl in your hole and want to die?

Life sucks sometimes. You win some, you lose some? Some lose more than others. But are you able to hide the pain? Can you really keep it all to yourself? Can you hurt so bad inside that no one ever knows just how bad you hurt? Can you used that pain and hurt to turn into aggression? Can you used that pain and make someone else feel that pain and even make that other person stronger… while you get weaker and hurt more? Can you suffer in silence and never say a word about it? Can you?

It was dusk and chilly spring evening, and the wind was light as two figures were sitting in a clearing in the woods. One a female and the other looked to be a male. She was tending to the fire as you could hear some muffled noises from the man sitting there. As the flames get higher, you could see that it was none other than Christine Nash sitting there with a bound and gagged John Austin sitting there. His hands were cuffed behind him as he sat on the ground near her feet. When she sat back down from tending the fire… he would nuzzle his head against her legs as the drool rolled down his face. His shirt was open and every so often she would pull him back against her and she would trace his scars on his chest.

Christine: You're coming along quite well. I have faith in your abilities. I know for a fact you will persevere and you will succeed. I see great things for you as you go into your match and as you survive our sessions. As you always do. You're strong, you're smart, you’re able to endure things no one else can. I know you will do anything you put your mind to.

She looks away from John a moment as she whispers.

Christine: Wish I was.

John heard her and tries to get her attention. She looks back at him and she pants him on the head. She gives a slight smile trying to not let on the fact she was hurt inside. He looks up at her concerned and she runs a hand thru his hair.

Christine: We got fire and we are gonna let it burn. It will burn and it will consume and destroy everything it touches. Fire is unpredictable and if you're not careful, it can be uncontrollable. So light it up and let it burn, let it feed and let it survive. Let it control and let it divide so that it can do more damage. Damage… we are all damaged. We all have our problems and issues and we all have skeletons living in our closets.

She looks at John.

Christine:: This man… my love… my knight… my slave. He is in training, in therapy, in a session that no one understands and no one will. You see, he found out, he likes having someone take away some of his control. He likes having someone not only punish his body and take him to limits he never could think of going… but at the same time, it makes him stronger when he goes into his matches. He can take more hits, and take harder damage and it won’t faze him. Why? Cause he has learned to take it. He has learned to take what is dished on him and use it to energize himself to take more and more and dish out more and more. You see, he turns this into aggression that he uses to take out on the people he fights.

She smirks as she looks at him as he still looks concerned at her. He knew something was wrong with his dark queen.

Christine: Don’t worry about me love. You have enough on your plate.

She takes a deep breath.

Christine: Triple thread. Management loves to put me in shit like this. You love to feed me the unknown. You love to see me punish them. Yet in the end… I am the one that gets screwed. Well, Be Careful what you wish for cause it can come back and burn you in the ass. Ain’t that right love.

He nods as the drool drips from his lips. She smiles and leans over drinking it from his face.

Christine: Oh how I love that. How I love to see you drool for me. Beg for me to take care of you. How I love to play with you for hours and make you feel it. You know, Everyone in this God Forsaken place thinks I am totally nuts. Maybe I am. Maybe I am not. But no matter what… I am here and I am going to continue to come to that ring and punish each and everyone that steps in. You want to play with this fire… then you are gonna get burned. Cause I am gonna let it burn and I am gonna let it live and consume. Strike a match… Play it loud… let it burn.

She closed her eyes a moment taking a deep breathe.

Christine: Devin Black & Anonymous… who the fuck names someone Anonymous? I hope you are ready cause I know you both will take me lightly. Hell, everyone does. And yet… I am the one in the end that gets screwed. So lets just see… are you ready to play? Are you ready to become the next victim? Are you ready to have your own private session where I show you the pain and teach you how to have pleasure from it? Are you ready to learn what John here… has already learned?

She then open handedly smacks John hard on the chest and you can hear him grunt under the gag. She then does it again and again as he grunts and looks up at her.

Christine: There's no secret now, there is nothing to hide. We are gonna let all this burn and we are gonna be great. Let the fire build and let it build up high. Higher and higher until it can reach the sky. Let the blood boil and let it spill and flow. Let the bodies fall and let it all be slow. Slow and deadly, agonize and bleed. Painful is the lives you’ll live when you battle me.

She stop hitting John as her hand prints are now appearing on his chest. She pulls his shirt open a little more and admires his chest. She then leans down and kisses each mark. John moans a little as her soft lips caress each make on his chest. It didn’t matter if she was the reason it was on there ot if someone else caused them. She tenderly kissed them.

Christine: Oh you like that huh?

She bites her lip as he looks up at her and nods. She reaches behind his head and unbuckles this gag and pulls it out. She then leans over and passionately kisses his lips for quite a while before breaking the kiss.

John: Please don’t put yourself down. You are better than you let on.

Christine: No baby. I will never be as good as you.

John looks up at her and shakes his head.

Christine: I am the underdog. I bet you neither one of them are really focused on me. Hell that could be good for me. Let them beat the shit out of each other and I will just take whatever the leftovers are and I will mop the floor with them.

John: That’s my girl.

She released his hand and he pulls her down and hugs her and kissed her before they put out the fire and walk back to the house.