It felt like... the seat of a car? It hits her then, the rest of the events of the night as she jerks slightly, pictures smashing into her brain, her stomach flip flopping yet again at the motion. The voice had been Arcana. She had lured her out to the woods, blown that powder in her face to subdue her for... for who? And why? She vaguely recalls a figure darting her way, nothing but an outline without any defining features. Lycana was confused, it wasn’t for Cate, it wasn’t for the Harbinger, they all had enough powers to not need what Arcana brought to the table. Never mind having to smack her in the back of the head with something. So, then who? She moves slightly, gritting her teeth against the pain as she opens her eyes, blinking to focus them on the figure next to her.

Arcana. Not a surprise. She was looking out the window watching the scenery go by it seemed, unaware that her charge had woken up. But then, who was driving? Were they the one who had taken her down? Lycana lifts her eyes to the side profile of the man piloting the vehicle. She squints slightly, her vision still swimming from the residual effects of the powder mixed with the pain. She resists the urge to reach up and rub her eyes, keeping the guise that she was still knocked out for now. She blinks slowly, trying to clear up her sight as her mind wanders. Where were they going and where were they now? How would she get back to Marf? The wavering in her vision clears up for just long enough for her to ascertain who was steering the car.

A growl is ripped from her throat involuntarily, and two heads nearly get whiplash from turning towards her so fast. She glares into the wide eyes of Shawn Wylde. So much for her keeping a low profile. Lycana mentally curses and she starts to struggle up in the back seat of the car. Arcana leaps on her and they grapple, the crimson haired woman easily gaining the advantage as Lycana tries to coax her sluggish limbs into motion. A screech of tires and Arcana goes flying, giving Lycana the opportunity to try and get into the front seat, falling short as the car lurches again, but still trying to claw her way up anyway. “Oh FUCK!” Wylde yells as he jerks the wheel once more, sending Lycana toppling from the console.

“Focus on the road!” Arcana barks at him as she gets ahold of Lycana once more. Lycana tries to spin as she is sat on, her floundering about not getting her anywhere thanks to the weakness in her muscles. “I’m trying!” he bellows back at her and he grips the wheel tightly, managing to keep the tires between the lines on the road once more. Lycana snarls up at the smaller woman, cursing all the things that prevented her from simply overpowering her and ripping her head right from her shoulders. Damn Arcana and her fucking magic! Her fucking powers that Lycana did not possess! Her fucking morals that she could shove right up her....

A cloud of vanilla envelops her as Arcana pulls more of her special powder from whatever hiding place she had within the folds of her cloak. Not again! The world goes foggy once more, as reality falls away from her. Her limbs go slack, her muscles refusing to obey any of her requests as the magic takes hold of her. Was she even trying to move anymore? She couldn’t think. Arcana touches a hand her forehead, and she threatens to remove it from her wrist, only the sentence comes out slurred noise with no semblance to actual words. Arcana starts chanting. The world began to spin around her, shadows dancing across her vision.

She tries to fight the fall into darkness, but it is no use. She was already weakened, and the addition of more powder plus Arcana’s enchantment, she stood no chance in this battle. As she slips faster down the slope, she hears their voices faintly as if through layers of fabric wrapped around her head. “Why didn’t you do this the first time?” Shawn asks. “You were the one that wanted to hit her with the bat!” Arcana sends right back. Lycana could only think briefly of how much she would dearly love to kill them both, before she slides back into unconsciousness.

The next time Lycana starts to awaken, she remains on the plane between oblivion and awareness, floating blissfully in the middle of the two. Here, there was no pain, no worries. She felt as if she were floating through the air in a world where nothing was wrong, no burdens lay themselves upon her. She spreads her arms reveling in the weightlessness. She tosses her head back with abandon, her hair swirling wildly about her. A pleasant feeling, akin to getting high caresses her senses, her muscles relaxing, the mellow feeling following her as she levitates among the clouds in her dream world. Nothing could shake this feeling of absolute serenity.

“Yo bitch! You awake?” The crass, harshly bellowed words are like nails over a chalkboard. The soft, fluffy clouds she had been reposing on suddenly vanish, sending her hurtling headfirst back into reality. She smashes into consciousness with a sharp moan as lightning crashes through her head. She violently wretches, struggling not to vomit. A fabric fills her mouth, sucking the moisture from her tongue, tormenting her gag reflex as she heaves, the lingering effects of the magical powder not being at all pleasant. She shudders as she finally brings herself under control, keeping her eyes closed against the light, and seeing the world twirl around, risking the nausea. Besides, she already knew who the grating voice belonged to.

“Better not be fucking brain dead... I need you normal to strike a deal.” the obnoxious voice of Shawn Wylde jars her senses once more. She braces herself for the repercussions, then opens her eyes. The world tilts on its axis, and blackness threatens to overcome her again, as she wavers on the edge of passing out. She blinks slowly, trying to clear her blurred vision as she lays on the ground in abject misery. She focuses on a pair of shoes, presumably belonging to the moron himself, as they move towards her prone figure. She remains still, only moving her eyes to travel up the length of his legs to see his mocking blue eyes looking down at her. “Oh good, you’re alive.” he smiles.

“I thought I caved your god damn head in with the bat... not like you don’t deserve it.” he comments, as he lowers himself down into a crouch beside her, resting his elbows on his knees, clearly enjoying his new position of power over Lycana. She glares at him balefully, her tongue barely able to move with the makeshift gag filling her mouth. She settles for a gurgling growling noise, which sends Wylde into a fit of laughter. “What’s that Lycana? You’re thirsty? You need a drink? You okay? One sec...” Shawn rises and walks over to the side of the room where he grabs a bucket of water.

He lugs it back to her and holds it high for her to see, he tilts it a couple times before he upends the entire thing and dumps it over her head. “Better?” She sputters as much as possible, snorting water from her nose as her hair clings to her face. She tries to bring her hands up to wipe it away and finds that she cannot. She tries to move her arms, feeling the rough fibers of a heavy rope not only bound around her wrists, but binding her arms tightly to her body as well. With tentative motions, she discovers her knees and angles have gotten the same treatment. Shawn watches her the entire time, as she discovers just how trussed up she actually was.

He cackles loudly enjoying every minute of it. “You're not so bad without the rest of your crew, are you? Arcana is clearly the better one to have on our side... and she smells nice. Not like wet dog.” he jeers. He tosses the bucket to the side and goes to a corner of the room plucking a cowboy hat off the wall, putting it on his head for who knows what reason. Seriously, just how much random shit did he have in this place, whatever it was? “Where’s your boyfriend at now?” he asks, then points to the hat on his head. “He will understand why I did this.” Lycana gathers her strength and tries to force her body into a sitting position.

“Oh here, let me help you!” Shawn solicitously calls out, hurrying the rest of the way over to grab Lycana by her upper arms. He pulls her up, farther than he needed to then lets go, as she crashes to the floor awkwardly on her rump, toppling over, unable to keep her balance with the ropes constricting her body. “Oops!” he cries “Let me try that again!” This time, he sets her, propped against the wall. He remains leaning in close, grabbing a handful of her hair, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He makes a face. “No wonder Marf likes Renee.” he cackles. Shawn sneezes from her hair tickling his nose and the cowboy hat falls off of his head.

Lycana merely stares at him, thinking about what an idiot he was, her eyes spitting venom. He was the most empty headed, useless piece of absolute steaming shit she had ever come across. The fact that he had gotten the jump on her, aggravated the hell out of her. Granted, he had had Arcana’s help and would not have gotten this far without her, but still! She silently seethes as she plots her revenge in her head on both this fool and the redheaded bitch who had betrayed one of her own. There would be hell to pay once she was free. Nobody within her path would be safe. One thing was for sure, they would all come to regret this little event.

"Just what did you think attacking Renee was going to accomplish? Did you think we wouldn't start retaliating eventually? You must take us for the lay down and take it kinda people. Maybe Romeo is, but I am not. I will no longer sit idly by and watch as you clowns run around doing as you please!" Shawn stops, staring at her. “Oh, I’m sorry, let me help you out a little here.” He reaches out and pulls the gag down from Lycana’s mouth. She enjoys the feeling of freedom from that disgusting piece of fabric, but she would be damned if she would let him know it. “It got your attention, didn’t it?” she hoarsely says, her throat dry and sore.

“And look where it got you! Arcana lured you away from Lurch and...” Shawn starts before Lycana cuts him off. “Arcana... Arcana... Arcana! You have a thing for red hair huh Shawny? Does Reneeeeeeee know she’s a fetish?” she hisses. Her ire starts to rise as she sits there, helpless. Her hatred boils over, filling her tones with venom as she spits out the words. “Had to use a woman to do your dirty work? Were you scared of my Marf? Couldn’t handle us both? Couldn’t handle him? Hell, you couldn’t handle me without knocking me out first. Why don’t you untie me, and we will see how fast your balls shrivel into nonexistence?”

Shawn sticks his finger into her face, and is about to go off on her when he jerks his hand back just in time, Lycana’s teeth clicking together with a sharp clack. He stares at her as she tilts her chin up, a feral gleam in her eye. “Bitch.” he snarls at her, earning a sarcastic grin from Lycana. “It’s not a fetish... Maybe it’s a fetish.” Shawn puts one hand on his hip and the other on his chin and ponders her words a moment. “That’s beside the point. The point is that I’ve got you and now you're a bargaining chip. Don’t worry I won’t starve you or kill you. If they leave you to rot... maybe that shows you just how important you are to them. They want you back though, you’re all gonna agree to leave the loved ones alone!”

Lycana’s lips curve up in a smile as she regards Shawn with some humor now. “They will come for me, and you will regret this day.” she promises. “I’d like to see them try. No one knows you’re here just me and our lovely red headed friend.” Shawn waves her threat away with his hand. Lycana’s eyebrows twitch. The fool was completely oblivious to her mind connection to Marf. Once this bumbling idiot was gone, she would reach out and he would be on his way to her. Hopefully his sense of location was just as good as hers was. Perhaps she should try and get the dunce to spill the details on just where she was. “Oh, and where is here? Where did you convince darling Arcana to travel to do your nefarious deeds?” she purrs.

“We are just outside of Ibiza.... You know where Ibiza is right?” he answers with a straight face. Lycana struggles to contain an eyeroll. Odds were, that was not the location where they were at. Had been worth a chance in any case. She doesn’t have much time to mull over it before Shawn is yanking the gag up into her mouth once more, deftly avoiding her teeth, giving it an extra sharp tug for good measure. She levels a death stare on him, hoping he would just drop to the floor and combust by sheer willpower alone. Unfortunately, he does not. He merely stands, giving Lycana a jaunty salute. “Well, I have things to do. Have fun!” he laughs as he turns and leaves the shack, slamming the door behind him.

Lycana wastes no time in reaching out to Marf with her mind, quietly knocking on the doors within, projecting her current situation to him. She feels nothing and then... she could see and feel it all through his eyes. Sitting up within the bed, bleary eyed and confused, looking around the room. Wondering why he was still dreaming. Running a hand over his face as he looked off to the side and saw that she wasn’t there. A brief moment of panic, his heart rate stuttering, then picking up speed. The sudden clarity of understanding that what was in his head, what he was seeing was her... and what was actually happening to her. The panic and confusion faded to be replaced with an anger that pulsed through his bloodstream like a beating drum.

“WHO?” the exclamation sounded among his thoughts, such a simple word, but filled with an infinitesimal amount of danger for whoever had committed the folly. “We will handle them together, just come please.” she soothes, purposely not answering his question. Let the rage be fresh and extra violent when he arrived. His response was immediate, he was on the move without hesitation. With an affectionate, albeit virtual, ruffle of his hair she slides from his mind. Lycana looks around her surroundings, not gaining too much information from them. It was a pretty nondescript room, appearing to be a shed or a shack of some sort.

She glances out one of the cobweb encrusted windows. Night had fallen once more. Wherever she was, a full day had passed since the events of the previous evening. Which meant, either she had been knocked out longer than she had thought, or they had travelled a distance. Time really had no meaning right now. Either way, she needed to be ready for when Marf arrived. She tries to adjust the gag with her tongue, testing the strength of the ropes, finding the situation to be pretty hopeless, for now. She lays her head back best she can with a sigh, closing her eyes, settling in to rest and sleep away the last lingering effects of the drug, thoughts of bloodshed dancing through her head.

Lycana fairly scampers down the stone hallway, her steps swift in her eagerness to see him once more. They had quite the entertaining time when they were together, and she thoroughly enjoyed every moment in his presence. She always looked forward to getting her hands and toys on his body, their sultry exchanges making promises they both know they would try and keep. Their byplay made her shiver with glee, knowing that she had total control over him for the amount of time they were together. He was hers, their bond built on the foundation of their mutual feelings for one another. She had never had one like him before.

As she draws closer to his door, a noise has her frowning. Was that... the tinkling of feminine laughter from behind its barrier? Was he being entertained by somebody else already? Bright green jealousy unfurls its leaves in her belly, sending its vines up through her body, teasing her mind with images of what could be happening. She stops before the door, hearing the titters once more as her fists clench by her sides. Her palms go out to touch the thick wood as she presses her ear to it, trying to get a better idea of what was going on. Maybe she was wrong. She had to be. The giggles intermingling with his heavy groans told her differently. With a growl, she bursts through the door and settles her gaze on the scene before her.

The two girls whirl to face her, twin looks of surprise written on their faces as she storms into the room, slamming the door behind her. They put their arms behind their back, hiding what was in their hands as Lycana surveys the scene. The toys scattered all about the floor, the two guilty looking women, the man who was restrained for their pleasure. “You guys fucked up now.” he speaks up, talking to the twins. They don’t even look at him, instead focused on the blue haired witch with the fiery temper. She strolls over, deceptively calm as she eyes the rivulets of blood pouring off Damien in multiple places. The edges of the wounds were jagged, the placements terrible. Sloppy.

“He is mine.” her voice is a low growl. “Cate said he was for everybody to practice on. You can’t just...” one starts. “HE IS MINE.” she whirls, energy crackling about her as she transfixes them with her gaze. “But...” the same one starts, as her twin elbows her sharply in the gut. “Sorry Lycana!” she simpers, dragging the other from the room, the door slamming shut behind them. Lycana turns to Damien who cringes as she draws closer, taking a better look at what she was dealing with. “I asked them to stop, I told them they needed to wait for you first.” he rushes the words out. She merely walks away and fetches an oblong bowl of water and a rag, before returning.

She gently starts tending to his wounds, washing the spilled blood from them, exposing the raw wounds underneath. He slowly relaxes under her care, aware now that he was not in for punishment by her hands. She lifts the cloth to his face, scrubbing his cheek as he stares at her, his eyes in a confused daze. “They didn’t do it right...” he starts. “I know they didn’t.” she soothes. “They will not touch you again. I can promise you that.” He looks to the side, wavering slightly. “I told them...” he says again. “Shh. I know. I believe you.” she insists. She drops the rag into the bowl and sets it aside, going to a shelf to rummage through some bottles.

She walks back, tipping some ointment out onto her hand before softly wiping it over the gaping rents in his flesh. She seethes. He was hers, they had something special. He had come to appreciate her strict dedication to her task, not harming him all willy nilly and randomly, each and every stroke having a purpose. He had been so resistant at first, it had taken a lot of time to make him so pliable, agreeable. Her pet. She remembers the news that she had wanted to tell him, that had put her in such a good mood to start with. “Cate chose me to go see if the wolves were willing to come and celebrate with us, rather than Arcana. She chose me!” Lycana chortles.

A shred of pain crosses Damien’s eyes that has nothing to do with the salve Lycana is applying to him as he flinches. As her words fully register, his eyes widen. “You can’t leave me here! You have to take me with you!” he pleads. Lycana stops and looks up. “You know Cate would never allow that Damien.” she sighs. “Please Lycana, who knows how long you will be gone! What if the others come again? What if I never see you again?” he frets, his tone growing desperate. She grabs both sides of his face, making soothing noises as she forces his gaze to hers. She smiles softly. “Come now Damien, it’s a big opportunity for me. Don’t worry. I will be back before you know it!”

She awakes long hours later, her whole body aching from her forced positioning against the wall, the memory fading away. She does her best to stretch as much as the ropes will allow as she looks around her humble abode. She winces as the rough ropes chafe against her skin as she gives a few halfhearted tugs, trying to loosen them enough to slip free. Well, Wylde might be stupid as all absolute fuck, but he could tie a knot apparently. He certainly did up his own noose with this little stunt. She vaguely hears his voice approaching. Speak of the asshat and so he shall appear. A knock has her head turning towards the window once more.

She is startled to see him in his mask, peering in at her with his phone pressed against the glass. She stares in what the fuck, as he flips her off and disappears from view once more. She catches little bits and pieces of his voice outside the shed. “Marf........ Left Hand.........Bargaining Chip........ King of XWF.......... Look to the skies!” Was this asshole... PROMOING?! All manner of profanities explode in her head, unable to be leant a voice thanks to the gag, so she settles for mentally swearing enough of a blue streak to make even Corey blush. Shawn’s voice finally stops, much to her, and probably all the fan's relief, but then, she is left to her own devices once more.

The hours drone on, and she begins to wonder just where the hell she was that it was taking this long to get to her. Was it somewhere hard to find? Was he unable to locate her at all? Was it even in Spain? All the questions and no answers to them. She wiggles about uncomfortably. If Wylde didn’t get back here soon, her bladder might explode. She would wager the jackass hadn't even put any thought into an issue like this. Especially considering he would have to loosen up the ropes, and then... well, Lycana could think of all sorts of little things that could go wrong for him in that situation. Of course, the reality was he could be waiting for soil herself to mock her. She’d rather end up in the hospital than that.

It seemed like things were about to go from bad to worse, for now she could hear the nasally expulsions of Tommy Romeo. It would be just what she needed, for him to join Wylde and have both braying dicks in the room with her. She might put herself out of her own misery. She would much prefer it to dealing with either of them. She strains to listen as it seems Wylde has been out there as well. She can only catch slight bits of their conversation. It sounded like Romeo was trying to speak a different language. He was butchering some of it. They, they kind of sounded like phrases she knew. Almost like incantations to incite magic?

Out of nowhere, the cabin quakes, and flames spring up from every wall with a loud whoosh.

To Be Continued......

“Hey, did y’all hear that my darling R.L. Edgar is back to his old, insipid, and uninspired tricks?

No? Allow me to elaborate.

He fed in to about every last little item I said he was going to. There was the loss record, there was the satanic cult, there was my lust for blood. Ahhh. Boring, typical and just plain tasteless ol’ Reggie. Good for if you need some predictability in your life. And perhaps a nice nap.

Come on now Reg! I expected more than what you brought me in that yawn inducing display you called a promo. Although, if you wanted something that might actually chase me out of the XWF, keep talking. Having to listen to you jabber away just may get the job done. Because certainly nothing you can do in that ring is going to accomplish that. But you think that you’re going to knock me down a few notches huh?

Sweetheart, facing you is already down a few rungs from where I’ve been playing.

Let’s be real, the only reason we are going to dance is because you went and caught Ned Kaye on a bad day and managed to pull off the upset for the Hart title. Oh, it was a four way match you say? I think you and I both agree –amazing!- that Shawn Wylde is an absolute waste of oxygen and then there was... whoever else it was, not worth mentioning. So, talk yourself up all you wish. It was pure dumb luck that got you where you are. All my losses still put me higher than where you were sitting, what does that tell you about my little ‘hype train’? It means that without your lucky win, you'd still be floundering around somewhere under me. Sounds to me that my precious little Reggie might be a wee bit jealous. Let's not forget though, it's just the blue hair and big tits.”

Lycana cups her breasts and gives them a jiggle.

“Hmm, they don’t look that big to me. Kinda gives me an insight about your perception of size and why you don’t see where YOU happen to be lacking.”

Her brow quirks up suggestively.

“Let's see, that means you are lacking in the promo field. Lacking in the talent field. And lacking in the endowment field... that’s an awful lot of black marks you got there Reg, and they just keep right on piling up! And you have the nerve to turn around and point fingers at me? Guess we can add hypocritical twat to your ever so sterling list of achievements. The reality is Reggie, is this is your peak. You climbed your minuscule little hill and there is nowhere before you to go but down... and I’ll be the one standing behind you with a swift kick in the ass to send you on your way. But for me? This is a stepping stone, a reward during my trip up to the top of the ladder. I’m already fighting there; it is only a matter of time before the competition starts falling, making room for my place.

So, while I go back to being booked up in the top tier, you'll just sink down to the bottom, taking on the likes of Shawn Wylde and Dean Rose. Just there to fill the card until the real action starts. But, let's be proud of all the wins you’ll have over them, right? Pfft. I’d rather lose to all those ‘superior talents’ than be shuffled around towards the very bottom of the roster and claim to be a winner there. I will, however, match your bravo to whoever booked this match for us. It seemed to be destiny, didn’t it? It was like they could read my mind or something!

It was awfully nice of them to realize I could use a little breather from facing all the actual talent around here.

I admit it though, I’m feeling a bit of concern about this match up. I’m concerned about you even finding the ring with your eyesight being as bad as it is! I wasn’t wearing a baseball cap during my little adventure with Renee silly. You are all worked up over her and what we did, and why when it was so clearly spelled out for you. For someone who watched, you sure did miss quite a bit. Better be more careful... wouldn’t want to show that you’re even dumber than you look, would you? That would be quite a feat to achieve! Much more impressive than your wrestling career. And when did we say we were going to run around killing every single person?

Oh right... satanic death cult. I forgot.

Theres some growth beyond the regular accusations you drag out and parade before us I suppose. The only other thing I see growth out of with you is that ego of yours. Get carried to a win by your partner, then hit some dumb luck and suddenly you're strutting around like you are the best thing since sliced bread. Hey look, I threw in a cliché for you! Wouldn’t it be disappointing then Reggie, if you were to lose to me of all people? I mean after all just think long and hard about it. My very first win, would be over you. My first title, taken from your hands. In one fell swoop! Wouldn’t that just sting your ass, being the oh so mighty one, the first who falls to silly Lycana? Wouldn’t you be.... embarrassed?

Better brace yourself for it... because that’s what is looming on your horizon my sweet one!

Because yeah Reggie, you do have my attention now. You had it in the tag match. You had it as I watched you from the shadows. You had it when you came looking for a fight, waving your ever so pretty gold under my nose. You had it when I saw our names linked together on the card. And you most certainly have it now. It's just too bad you are going to regret what it means to have my focus on you. It means nobody else's body is going to get in the way of my fists. It means that if I can find a way to bust you open, I'm going to take it. It means that my sole focus from bell to bell is going to be laying as much hurt at your door as I possibly can. It means you're going to be the one I slide my body over at the very end of it all.

So, while you might not be forgettable for me now Reg- one never forgets their first after all... nor will I be to you. You will never forget how it feels to be underneath me. To be the first to walk away after tasting defeat at my hands. You will never forget that it was I who swiped your gold and pranced off with it after pinning you in the middle of the ring. And the icing of it all? I will be sure to never let you forget about it. Perhaps I would just have to come ringside for a front row seat for your curtain jerkers! Give you a wink and a thumbs up for a job well done. It's only the sporting thing to do. I can hear your exclamations of disbelief and laughter already!

How does a goth big titted satanic Hot Topic employee think she’s going to get one over on the ever so prestigious R.L. Edgar himself!?

I’ll tell you. Because I want this more than you do. Oh, it started out as a simple desire to take my anger out on your flesh, but then it became so much more. You might think you have all the heart, but you have nothing compared to what I do. The motivation, the desire to see you fall, the absolute need to get my hands on you. The never say die, to get right back up and come for more. The take it all and ask for another helping of whatever you can dish out. The drive to succeed in this, has taken over. Taking you out has consumed me dear Reggie. Everything else, has taken a backseat to you now. Why is all this? Because you have stepped right up next to Corey as one of my new favorite playthings.

Speaking of Corey... Let's look back at that tag match, shall we? Oh, for sure I might have acted like Ash Quinn was a threat, wasn’t I supposed to? I swear one of you was screaming about supporting thy partner and all that, funny. But don’t go pretending like you were the one who won that match. You didn’t pin her. Yes, I know... as a team, and all that... blah blah blah, but let’s face some reality. It wasn’t you. Don’t put yourself on a higher level just on that basis alone. Corey carried your ass. To be quite frank, I stand by my previous assessment. You were the Ash Quinn of your partnership with Corey Smith.

You want to point out that I didn’t win title shots before? Well honey, the one for the Shooting Star? It seems your eyesight failed you yet again! I took myself out of the match entirely because I did not want it. Can you imagine an endless cycle of Jenny Myst? The number of times one would have to hear her idiotic and puerile monologues? The thought is nearly as bad as having to sit through two more from you. No, that was not something I desired... again, wearing a belt was not something I cared about. Winning matches was never something I cared about. Until you... my sweet.

I see the fraud that’s hiding underneath that tough exterior you portray. That nagging little doubt that you might just fall. The worry that you might not be able to step up the way you are claiming you will. The memories of your bumbling past, always there, nipping at your heels reminding you of what could become of you once more. The tiniest crack in that armor you wear, I see it. I will use it. I will abuse it. I will twist it around until it bites into your skin like barbed wire. And most of all? I will prove those insecurities are well founded in truth.

You ARE just a useless...

Inept.

Unremarkable.

Obtuse.

Absolutely stale pile of excrement.

One that I will thoroughly enjoy wrapping up, and throwing in the garbage with the rest of the trash, where you belong.”