Post by Neptune on Oct 4, 2011 11:50:05 GMT -5
When you've been used to being strong, when you've been used to show people that you have a backbone, when you've stood up to anybody who insulted you, when you've been the one to bend others to your will, it is fucking tough to be constantly humiliated like I am on a daily basis. I am not a robot, I can't just ignore how it makes me feel. And you know how it makes me feel? It makes me feel like shit.
THE PRICE WE PAY
I went to the gym early in the morning, avoiding Klayton altogether, and decided to use another gym instead of the one UWA assigned to the locker room. I went to a public one in the city. I knew it could be problematic but I did some research and I knew that the gym I was going to was known for respecting 'public figures' who came to use their facilities. I trusted my findings and gave that gym a shot.
The gym was called "The Colosseum", owned by two best friends who were both into fitness and bodybuilding but widened their gym's vision over the years. The place looked modern, nice, and well equipped. Clearly they had the financial backing to run a place like that. That reassured me as I walked in, wearing a white tshirt, black shorts, white sport socks and black sneakers. I had black sunglasses on and a cap. Just thought I'd try my best not to be recognized.
I had already contacted the owners before I walked in so they knew who I was and they knew to keep it hush hush. I was able to just jump in my training routine straight away. It was good to be able to just train without the fear of Klayton appearing out of nowhere or anybody else bothering me for that matter. Within half an hour, I was covered in sweat. I couldn't stand having the cap and sunglasses on so I took both of them off. That felt better.
I stood still for a moment, expecting people around me to recognize me but nobody did. Or if they did, they didn't let it show. I got to say, I was slightly disappointed, but I shrugged it off. I guessed I'd have more peace. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. For a second I was brought back to when I was younger and started training to be a great fighter. When I discovered my greatest strength. And now? I felt like I let that younger self down. I allowed someone to have power over me. I felt sick for a second. I felt like crying. But I shook it off. I focused my attention on my training. I couldn't deal with my issues right now.
As I kept kicking the punch bag before me, I noticed a group of people gathering near the vending machine. It seemed they all decided to take a break at the same time and they were... glancing at me. I caught them looking once or twice. And... they were... snickering? SNICKERING? What the hell? Why were they snickering for?! Then it hit me. They probably were mocking me for being Klayton's bitch. I felt my heart sink. But I kept kicking the punching bag. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that their mockery had gotten to me. They were trying to be subtle but not really. It really angered me. I kept training for another half hour, then I thought I had spent enough time to let them know their stupidity didn't affect me.
But they wouldn't let me leave without at least trying to really cut me. As I grabbed my stuff and walked to the counter to sign out, I heard one of the girls say "Hey, you haven't tried our new machine. It helps your body to be more flexible. You know, that'll help when you bend over for your master." And she laughed with her friends. I gritted my teeth and turned to glare at her. She pretended to kill her laugh and turned away.
Sure, I could've walked to her and fucking slapped her for insulting me, but I intended to come back to that gym since I had no other choice. So, I just keep glaring for a moment before leaving the place. As I walked out the door, I heard them laughing loud, unrestricted by my presence. Did I feel humiliated? Did I feel like shit? Did I feel like winning matches will never change their views of me? Did I feel like dying? ...Yes.
THE PRICE WE PAY
I took the bus home. Unfortunately, with Klayton's grip on my finances, I didn't have much money left for myself. So, I had to resort to budgeting to make sure I'd have enough money for my basic necessities. I admit... On the ride back home, I entertained the idea of just running away by myself. I wondered if Klayton would ever be able to find me if I ran away. Probably. He was an evil bastard, after all.
I got a text from him while I was on the bus. He asked me where I was. My heart skipped a beat, as I began to fear what was waiting for me at the mansion. I thought he'd be busy with Denise or something. I thought wrong, obviously. There were ten minutes left of the ride when I finished reading the text and they were horrible, awful, dreadful. I kept bracing myself for pain and hurt. Fuck my life.
It was early afternoon when the bus arrived at the stop closest to the mansion. The air was hot, strange for the season, the sun was shining rather harshly. I was hoping not to sweat too much on my walk home as Klayton seemed to enjoy torturing me when he saw me sweat. He knew it showed the power he had over me. How he made me sweat and how he'd just own it to show me how twisted he could be.
I wanted to run away so badly but my legs, my feet, were taking me back to the mansion. I was so scared, so frustrated, so annoyed, and yet my body was not listening to my heart. My body was listening to its master and that was obviously not me. I hadn't even spoken to anyone else, except for my brother, since meeting Klayton. How could someone be so Hell bent on owning someone else like that? He scared the living shit out of me. I guess that was the point.
During our tag match, I fought with all my might. Sure I didn't want to lose, that was the competitor in me. But also, I wanted Klayton to be happy with my performance so he wouldn't punish me afterwards. I thought I did everything right. I only went out for training, for fuck's sake. He couldn't punish me for that! That's just insane! Oh, right... he was an insane motherfucker. God, I hate him.
It took me about thirteen minutes to reach the doorstep of the mansion. It looked warm with the sunlight, but it was a deceiving feeling. Inside, a monster was waiting. Part of me hoped he was already out, chasing his fucking whore. I didn't respond to the text. I thought I'd pretend I didn't get it. I already deleted it from my phone, to make the excuse more believable. Sigh. How more pathetic can you get? Seriously. I am a kickass machine in the ring and yet... I'm nothing but a mess in Klayton's hands. That was so fucking annoying.
THE PRICE WE PAY
I walked into the mansion, expecting the worst. I sighed and closed the big wooden door behind me. I had a backpack over my shoulder and I was in my training gear. I made my way into the living room and my spirits fell further than I thought they would. KLAYTON GUNN was there. Sitting on the couch, watching his big screen TV with a beer in his hand.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped further in the room, which had a bit of an orange glow because of the sunlight and the curtains. I stayed silent for a second, playing with the idea of just going straight for my room. But I knew better. I had to speak up, let him know I was home. Otherwise it'd give him the excuse to punish me. I didn't want to make it easy for him. Though, deep down, I knew he didn't need an excuse to remind me who I belung too.
"I'm home..." I said, my voice weak and hazy as it tended to be around Klayton. "I was at the gym," I added before he asked.
"Is your phone broken?" Klayton asked, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. His voice was cold and harsh.
I quietly lost my breath, but kept my calm and replied, "No... why?"
He took a sip of his beer, his eyes didn't look at me. "I texted you and you didn't respond. I'm beginning to think you love pissing me off, my bitch."
"I didn't get any texts," I said, immediately, trying to sound as convincing as I could. "I was at the gym, training my kicks. That's how I kickass in the ring."
Klayton stayed silent for a moment, sipping on his beer. I thought that was it, that I was off the hook. I was getting ready to walk away, when he spoke up and said, "Come here."
My heart began racing as I dropped my backpack on the floor. I approached the couch. He still didn't look at me. What was he playing at?
"Sit on the floor, there," he said, pointing to a spot on the floor on the right hand side of the couch. I stood still a moment, wondering what it was about. "I said, SIT on the floor, BITCH!"
I did as he said and sat on the floor, where he wanted me to. Then he placed a finger on his lap. Still not looking at me. It took me a second to realize what he was asking. I got scared. Really scared. He wanted me to place my feet on his lap. He was angry. He was about to make me pay for not responding to his text, to leaving the mansion without his permission.
"I just went to the gym, please... You can't punish me for that. It wasn't even good! People were making fun of me! I just want to keep my kicks at their best! How am I supposed to kick ass if I can't do that? How am I going to be a good bitch for you if I can't train like I should?" I tried talking in a way that would satisfy him, my voice pleading and submissive.
But he didn't care. Once more, he pointed to his lap. Once more, he didn't bother to look at me. I was screwed. Once more, I was screwed. I felt like crying but stayed strong and did as I was told. I placed my feet on his lap.
He placed his beer on the table to his left and looked at my feet. He glanced at me, finally, and I could see the anger and the twistedness in his eyes. He was in that dangerous mood. I looked back at him, scared and pleading... but I knew begging for mercy wouldn't amount to anything.
"You consider them your strength, don't you?" He asked me, knowing the answer all too well. "I do like it when you disobey me, bitch. I'd find it boring if you just followed my orders without question. I do enjoy tormenting you. I'm addicted to seeing your bitch face in pain and begging for my mercy."
I stayed quiet, biting my bottom lip, my eyes trembling and wet as he tugged off my shoes. I felt the air against my sweaty socks and I knew it'd only encourage him to torture me more. He was so twisted and dark. He threw the sneakers away and placed his hands on my feet. He dug his nails in my soles, through the socks. I winced and squirm. He smirked.
"You think you're going to have it easy just because you do okay in your matches?" He asked as he peeled off my left sock. "I love power, bitch. You could say I'm always hungry and thirsty for it. Nothing will stop me in my quest for power. Do you get what I'm saying, my bitch?"
He put my sweaty sock in his mouth and chewed on it, keeping it in his mouth for a moment. I looked back at him, shocked and disgusted by his action. He spat the sock out and licked his lips. He was teaching me a lesson. A lesson I try to forget as often as I can because otherwise it'd break me.
Klayton kept talking to me, like a predator to its prey. "I love the power my championship title gives me. But that's not the only power that I have. You know what I'm talking about?" He used his fingers to stroke the bottom of my now exposed foot. Obviously the sweat didn't bother him.
With a smirk, he peeled off my other sock and repeated the same process. Chewing on it, sucking in all the sweat and spitting it out, like it was nothing. I stayed still, struck with fear and submission. He could see it in my eyes and he liked it. He was addicted to it.
He grabbed my right ankle and turned it so that the underside of my foot was facing him. He smirked as he glanced at my face to see the look of apprehension and fear in my eyes. He then turned his attention back to my foot and used the tip of his fingers to stroke the underside from toes to heel and back up again. I squirmed, my body jerk.
"The power I have over you in intoxicating. I have power over every aspect of you. From your finances to your body. I have power over you whole body. Even your sweat bends to my will. And yet," he said as he applied more pressure to his strokes and kept my foot still with his grip on my ankle. He was staring right at the underside of my foot as he brought it closer to his face. So close I could feel his breath on my toes.
"You still think you're your own person. You still think you can do things without my permission. You still believe you can just ignore me and pretend I don't exist. And worst of all, you think you can lie to me without me knowing," he continued as he started scratching the bottom of my foot rather viciously. I clenched my toes instinctively but he unclenched them with his thumb and kept scratching me right underneath my toes. He knew my weakest spot. I gritted my teeth, tears escaping my eyes.
He paused after a moment, letting me catch my breath and calm down. He used his thumb and rubbed over that sensitive spot under my toes. But it wasn't out of kindness... it was almost like teasing me. Telling me that something worse was to come. I wanted to beg, to say sorry, but I knew it'd be pointless. He was not done with his lesson.
"I know you, Neptune. I know everything about you. I've smelled you, I have..." He licked the sweat off of the underside of my foot. "...tasted you. Do you really think I wouldn't know when you lie to me?" He kept rubbing that spot with his thumb, softly but with the clear hint of menace in his touch. "So, tell me, my bitch, did you lie to me?"
I looked at him, tears in my eyes, which I covered with my hands and as I sobbed, I nodded. Feeling shit. Feeling pathetic. Feeling like dying. All at once. But I nodded. I confessed to lying to him. He looked at me with a smirk, then turned back to my foot, examining it.
"Doesn't it feel better? To surrender to me? I know it's not the last time you'll break my orders. You're stubborn. You think you can outsmart me. And everytime, I'll prove you wrong. I'll remind you how much of a bitch you are. A bitch that's mine." He pulled my toes back and started biting on that spot underneath my toes, making me squeal and scream.
NEPTUNE'S BLOG: THE PRICE WE PAY
You know the downside of being in a federation that's barely off the ground? You face the same opponents more than once, in a very small space of time. Take the first PPV of the UWA for example. I am in a special match. An elimination chamber match with my master, Klayton and his whore, Denise. And who are we facing? Odin and Santiago. Again. The only difference this time is the chamber. Oh and those two other people. Denise on our team and Shane Knight on the other. Will they make such a huge difference in the outcome of the match that, let's be honest, most of the UWA fans already know? I doubt it.
Don't get me wrong though, it is GREAT to be part of the MAIN EVENT of the first grand show of the UWA. It's the first of many, that's for sure, judging by the other of losers, I mean, fans, that tune in to watch the weekly shows. I like to think that UWA's ever growing popularity is due in big part to yours truly. I mean, come on. The masses love underdogs. They love the underdog stories. And guess who's the ultimate underdog of the UWA? That's right, ME. I'm Klayton's bitch, I'm constantly humiliated and I'm laughed at by most people for being, well, Klayton's bitch. See? ULTIMATE UNDERDOG! People tune in to see how I'll overcome the shame and the odds and shine through despite my handicap. So far, I've proven that I am so awesome that even as Klayton's bitch, I can still kicking some fucking ass! It doesn't matter what my life is outside the ring, inside the ring, only skills matter. And despite what people would like to think, my skills are as great as ever!
So, Shane Knight, I'll talk about you... actually, you know what? FUCK YOU, Shane Knight! I don't even give a shit about who you are, what you are, whether you're some immortal fuckwit or a vampire or some dead man walking... I don't give a shit. Once I face you in the ring, you're nothing but a punching bag. I'll knock you out or make you tap, whatever! I'll just end you. You can insult me all you want, you can make me feel ashamed of what happens in my life outside the ring, you can even diss my lethal feet, I don't give a shit. What I know for a fact is that I will make you see how much of a fool you are for teaming up with those two dickwarts and for thinking you stood any chance against me.
At Nightmare, I will mark the night in bold - bloody - RED![/size]
