_______Nightmares but I haven't slept in ages...

❝ Just answer me, please ? ❞  Zahra's fifth voicemail plays inside of Seth's contracted hands as her scaring amount of messages makes it seem like she's begging him to take her calls, tempting him with her captivating voice.

Once the last message comes to its end, he bluntly throws his phone on the passenger seat. Thousands of miles and an ocean in the way couldn't bring the two to function like regular lovers, facetiming or sending silly selfies every time they would miss each other.

Truth is, the Architect misses her fascinating curves and her perfectly shaped body which he frequently referred as the most admirable work out of Aphrodite's masterpieces.

His longing becomes more and more insistent each time he remembers the way she gave in so easily to pleasure. She'd always end up screaming his name while he'd bite her neck,  groaning at the merciless touch extending to each fragment of her fragile skin.

Most unarguably, he craves the way he has complete control over her, replacing the one he lacks so much over his edgy self and sicken mind. But he doesn't miss her one bit. The soul behind her beautiful eyes never interested him, only the envelop does.

That's the reason why he avoids her presence as much as he can, only coming around when couldn't do otherwise, limitating the sounds escaping from their mouths to moans and heavy breaths.

As he nervously taps on the wheel he recalls himself the tragedy he's been living in for two years now. He'd get back to his hotel, attempt to catch some sleep but the severe pain would rise up, keeping him wide awake inside of a living nightmare.

Then he'd drive to one show, to the other and then the next and he'd put on his masquerade. He'd feel his ribs breaking, his spine hurting, his muscles tearing but his heart still beating and recalling that the amount of blood licking from his wounds wouldn't be enough to kill him this time.

When you sign with WWE it is like offering your soul to the Devil in hopes he'll take good care of it and won't crush it into pieces. If upcoming talents knew what being a Superstar actually is all about, they would be scared to death. They would run for their lives as fast as possible and never look back.

But nobody imagine how bad it truly is until they get in. Most accurately nobody realize how heartless the managers can be until they get injured. Until their condition gets hidden from their knowledge, probably growing in a lethal threat spreading through their bodies.

❝ Just like they did with Punk.❞  He sadly whispers for himself, remembering the contrast between their first encounter back when he was the NXT champion and the last meeting they had back in his wild Shield's times. It was scary as hell.

He lost so much weight it seemed like he hadn't eaten anything in weeks, his skin was as white as a sheet and the bags under his apathetic eyes were clear evidence of the heartbreaking fact. They screwed the guy so big, so many times, etc he lost love for the only thing he was willing to give his life for.

Realizing his current mental state isn't that far from how CM Punk possibly felt right before he smashed the door shut to their faces, Seth's foot abruptly pushes on the accelerator.

His knee needs frequent check-ups because they thought it'd be judicious to throw him back into the machina way before he had time to fully recover. It's like they are afraid somebody experience what a normal life is and comprehend the cell they've been surviving in has a small freedom exit. 

As he slows down to the red light he reflects on all these years fighting to get inside of the WWE. He used to comfort himself by repeating: "every sacrifice will be worth it."

Betraying his family to achieve his ultimate golden goal would be worth it. Letting go of the most beautiful, educated and understanding woman he's ever met would be worth it. Even losing his own self in the process would be worth it.

And for what ?

An entire life fucked up from top to bottom and a mind on the verge of insanity, satisfaction being a distant memory. He once thought he'd be at peace once he got rid of everybody he ever cared about but the truth is loneliness only triggered a red tsunami fulled of blood, regrets, hatred and agony.

Though he feels conflicted to the core about his working place, he stays for two reasons. One, the contract he foolishly signed keeps him encoffed for three more years.

Two, the desire to throw up on their disgusting company all the resentment his darken heart keeps locked inside. The sole thought of all the unforgiven things they've forced him to do in order to move up in his career sicken him to his guts. 

If only they knew their puppy dog transformed in a ruthless wolf prompt in slaughtering their precious throat until corpses ungracefully fall to his feet.

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The city lights ignite many issues inside of Seth's troubled mind but as he finds his way back to the underground car park, he trusts that the obscurity and the calm of the night would smother these concerns.

However when he abandons the vehicle's solitude something feels out of place. The impression authenticates itself when he perceives a presence behind his back and discreet footsteps can be heard - they are as loud as the sea's breeze.

By the time he makes it to the stairwell's door a silhouette gently takes place besides him and a deep menacing voice, contrasting with the cautious way the person carry themselves, verbally assaults Rollins.

❝ How dare you abandoning such a sweet and fragile angel only to fuck a disgusting whore ?❞  The individual shouts to his face on an emotional tone as Leighla has been the love of his life.

The words express themselves in a beyond understanding buzzing, making zero sense to Seth's brain. Its abilities prove to get slowed down at 3 am when random assholes - or as they call themselves "dedicated fans" - stalk him to his hotel: the only place he succeeds in finding reassurance in.

❝ Go home kid. ❞  Rollins manages to mutter, frowning slightly at how strange the whole scene appears to him. As he lays his fingers on the door handle the young man he barely took a look at earlier closes it up in a bang.

❝ Leighla would feel so sorry seeing you in such a pity condition, remembering she's dated such a worthless piece of shit. Don't you think Colby ? ❞  The fan who probably is in his early twenties whispers as he slowly leans toward Seth.

Lately his emotions have been on an uncontrollable roller coaster, always speeding up when he least expects it. This night time encounter sure is one of too many in which he has lost his temper in a thunder of rage.

The disrespect showed by the reckless fan made his blood boil as he finds himself pressing the clueless guy against the wall, screaming insanities to his face, his madden gaze meeting a frightened one.

The eye of the hatred's hurricane is clearly defined as the mention of Rollins' ex-girlfriend is a pretty renowned trigger, easily found on wrestling sites and unprofessional youtube podcasts.

Seth's devastating grip closes up on his throat and he increases the pressure as if waiting for every ounce of fury to magically disappear. Problem is, you can't get rid of your own sins.

Right in the middle of his madness a familiar and unpleasant sight strikes the former Golden Boy's blurred vision. One of his old NXT's acquaintances attempts in rescuing the idiotical dude - or Rollins from his hopeless self ? - his hands desperately hitting Seth's so he would finally let go.

The tatooed man ultimately succeed in pushing the infuriated wrestler away from his victim before the guy instantly runs away.

❝ What the hell's got into you ? ❞  He yells at Seth, a shocked expression inside of his sparkling eyes, only to meet a lethal punch that almost takes out a few teeth.

❝ Next time, mind your own business! ❞  The Architect retorded, still fuming about the altercation as the NXT commentator's stunned on the floor, holding his jaw in pain.  Several minutes are needed for him to process he's just hit one of his former best friends: Corey Graves.

The one he'd travel with so many times he lost count. The one he'd confess every part of his crappy life to because he knew he'd never deceive him. Turns out he's the one who deceived anybody who ever gave a damn about him because he was blindly obsessed with his road to fame.

What he wanted the most made him do things he swore to himself at night he'd never do. It destroyed evey ounce of good that ever layed inside of his heart and left it as a big messy room with ashes and dust of his past glory - the one he wasn't running after, the one he had all along.

Seth never wants to face the lights again so instead, he makes sure his darker desires plunge his entire universe into obscurity.

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E L E N A ;

Hahaha, I hate those pricks that stalk celebrities at hotels and stuff so, so bad.

+ Long chapter with poor action you could argue but I swear it's the build-up of something good.

+ I won't say anything right now and let you discover the rest in next chapters haha.

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