Post by Chelsea Thorn on Jun 8, 2022 19:19:58 GMT -5
PRETTY LITTLE DEVIL
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Mary Thorn always wanted a daughter, she though could not even fathom bearing children when her career was at its peak, a woman that was feared by everyone in the business. For Mary, legacy was important, she wasn’t all there, a traumatic experience changed the once lovable Mary into the cold monster she had become, as Mary grew older though she learned to control those inhibitions and used them to train others, help her family and still become one of the most influential people in all of wrestling….
Mary Thorn became a God.
That was never important to her but what was, to be able to share her moments, her knowledge and have them experience what she has, mold them into a strong person who fears nothing and that is when Chelsea Archer came in. Chelsea was a runaway, a young woman that was in foster home after foster home until she was barely 14 years old. She had lived with the Archer family for 3 years, being foster parents that were unheard of but it was hard to find a home for the young Chelsea, the last two foster homes she was in ended in unfortunate manners. The first were the Millers, the wife had a horrific accident falling down two flights of stairs and was deemed paralyzed from the neck down, they had to give up Chelsea immediately as they were not able to care for her.
The next family were the Thomson’s, when their 16 year old son had a freak accident in the garage after his brand new Camaro fell on him while on a jack as he was doing an oil change, immediately child protective services took the young Chelsea out of the family and sent her to the Archer’s….
A loving family that had two young kids 10 and 12, the typical American family but that ended in tragedy 3 years later when their house burned down and in the process many thought Chelsea perished in the fire….
She didn’t.
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Many Years Ago
It’s late at night, the LA Basin can be a dangerous place for a young 14-year-old girl slowly walking down the sidewalk and into an alleyway inside a quiet neighborhood. The young girl stumbles into some trash bags making a lot of noise….
She starts looking inside for something to eat but finds nothing, trying to stay warm on the cool night. She walks into the side of a fence door and pries it open, she slowly walks in and approaches one of the houses where there are no lights on inside…..
The girl looks through the window and sees no one, lifting it she realizes it’s open and crawls in. She quickly heads to the refrigerator, she takes out a bottle of water and a few things to snack on, eating like she hasn’t in years the young girl begins to stuff her face when suddenly….
She hears a voice….
Voice: “If you were hungry dear all you had to do was ask.”
The young girl quickly turns around to see a tall, slender woman with red eyes, she drops to the floor……
Young Girl: “What……what are you!?”
Woman: “This is the kind of question I always love to answer because it’s one where I will simply ask you in return…..what do you want me to be?”
Young Girl: “I…..I…….”
Woman: “A shame because I could easily rip out your tongue and save you the trouble of speaking. Now child listen to your options very carefully. There are two ways you can go about this, one you can try to run but I will advise against that for you will not get very far.”
The young girl contemplates running and fast but hesitates, she looks over at the woman who has now inched closer, wearing jeans, a tank top and barefooted with her hair slicked back in a ponytail, her nails have no polish…..
The woman cracks a smile……
Woman: “You have thought about running, it entices you, it gives you a feeling of escape but your mind betrays you, it is giving you that doubt and when you doubt you hesitate and when you hesitate?”
Young Girl: “Wh….what?”
Woman: “You get caught.”
Without warning the woman hits the young girl on the side of the neck with a chop hitting her carotid and knocking her unconscious instantly, she crumbles to the floor but the woman holds her before she lands….
Woman: “I don’t know what you are running from child but when you awaken you and I will have a lot to discuss.”
The woman picks her up and takes her to the bathroom…..
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A Few Hours Later….
The young girl opens her eyes slowly and sits up realizing that she’s in a pair of clean clothes, a shirt and shorts, nothing else, she sits up and looks up to see the woman with her red eyes rocking back and forth in a chair…..
Woman: “What’s your name child?”
Young Girl: “Chelsea Archer.”
Woman: “My name is Mary Thorn and this is the home you decided to steal from. Turn your attention to the television please.”
Chelsea looks over at the TV as Mary hits play……
She starts watching Mary wrestle, the woman known as Mary Thorn rips into her opponent making them bleed, Chelsea’s wide eyed looks on, folding her leg in and curling up as Mary stares at her…..
Mary: “They call me Typhoid Mary, a nickname I picked up throughout the years. This is what I do as a profession, what I do on the outside I do for entertainment and pleasure. Chelsea you fucked with the wrong house, I could easily right now make you disappear, I doubt anyone would miss you but while you were unconscious I did a little investigation of my own, a house not 5 miles from here burned down with a family of four inside….the Archer family residence. Are you unaccounted for young’un?”
Chelsea: “I don’t know what you are talking about?”
Mary arches her eyebrow…..
Mary: “I see you have a slight British accent, you are not from around here?”
Chelsea: “Foster parents.”
Mary: “The Archer family?”
Chelsea turns away….
Mary: “Look at me when I am talking to you child.”
Chelsea slowly turns to face Mary.
Mary: “You have nowhere to go. Unfortunately for you this is one of those situations they call stuck between a rock and a hard place. Child I will allow you solace in my home because I know that you set fire to the Archer residence.”
Chelsea: “I…….I…..”
Mary: “I live by three rules, Thou shall not steal, cheat and especially lie to me. I loathe liars. I know how you feel child, I was there once too and a man took me in and made me who I am today.”
Chelsea: “Can I really stay?”
Mary: “Yes but if you steal from me I’ll cut off your hands. If you cheat me I’ll cut out your eyes and if you lie to me I’ll cut out your tongue. You can stay as long as you desire but if you break my rules those are the consequences. Are we clear?”
Chelsea: “C…..cr….crystal.”
Mary smirks…..
Mary: “Good, it’s late, get some sleep. In the morning we will talk and figure out what to do from there. If you decide to run away in the middle of the night don’t wake me and make sure you close the front door. Goodnight.”
Chelsea: “Goodnight.”
Mary shuts off the lights and walks out, Chelsea gets comfortable and lays under the covers….
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A Fair While Later...
Her eyes slowly open lying flat on the ground, looking up she sees Mary Thorn in a tank top and cargo pants, barefoot while showing off the numerous tattoos on her back and midsection., she glances down at Chelsea before cracking a smile…..
Mary: “Are we done yet child? I ask again, are we done?”
Chelsea, wearing shorts and a t-shirt and nothing more, tries to slowly get up. A few months ago Mary found the young girl scurrying through her food, she had run away from home and ended up in Mary’s home, for some that would probably have been their demise but for Chelsea….
She caught the ire of Mary, the dangerous and sadistic wrestler that had ended many careers just for the fun of it…..
Mary continues to look down at Chelsea…..
Mary: “Are we done child?”
Chelsea: “N…..no…..”
Mary: “Then get up.”
Mary squats in front of Chelsea waiting for her to get up patiently, as she does Mary cracks a smile…….
Mary: “Can you feel that pain running up your spine? Your body wants to quit on you doesn’t it? There is nothing more you want to do than to give up, lay back on that floor and cry until you pass out. Isn’t that true?”
Chelsea trying to hold the tears back nods…..
Mary: “Yes you do. When you came into this home 3 months ago I allowed you to stay, I welcomed you as part of my family but I told you in order to stay you must live by MY rules didn’t I child?”
Chelsea: “Y….yes.”
Mary starts to giggle a little while brushing Chelsea’s hair……
Mary: “Then why did you put your hands into my meatloaf? I told you dinner would be ready at 6 and no instead you had to come into the kitchen and take a bite while I was on the phone with my sister. What was rule number one?”
Chelsea looks up in fear…..
Chelsea: “Thou…….thou shall not steal.”
Mary: “Say it again.”
Chelsea: “Thou shall…..not steal.”
Mary: “Say it one more time child.”
By this time Chelsea is trembling, afraid of what will come next……
Mary: “Then if you knew the rules why did you steal? So many children and families out there starving, forgotten by the socialites that plague our society. They walk around wearing their Louboutins, carrying those Gucci purses and bitching about their hair appointments or how Marge let her Toy Poodle shit on the yard while the rest of us eat their scraps and here you are child stealing from the little we have.”
Chelsea: “I……I…..I’m sorry. It smelled so good, I….I just wanted to try it. It was a compliment to you Ms. Thorn. It was a show of affection because I like it here and you are teaching me things that I couldn’t learn outside of here. Please…..please don’t hurt me anymore….I don’t want to feel the pain.”
Mary gets right up to Chelsea’s face…..
Mary: “When I am through with you Chelsea, you are going to enjoy the pain.”
Chelsea: “I……I……”
Mary stands up and walks over to the kitchen counter where she opens a drawer and takes out a lighter, Chelsea’s eyes widen, trying to stand up but Mary blocks her, grabbing the young girl's arm when she starts to scream before Mary even flickers the lighter on……
Mary tilts her head…..
Mary: “Are you that afraid of pain? So much so that you scream from the top of your lungs before anything has happened? You’ve already convinced yourself that this will hurt, pain is a sensory emotion that can be controlled. If someone tries to hurt you? Embrace the pain, let it flow through your body and become one with the feeling. I find it erotic, I love the pain and so will…..”
Mary flickers the lighter on and puts her arm over the flame and holds it there smiling at Chelsea who looks on wide eyed…..
Mary: “You.”
Mary holds it down for a few more seconds and let’s go. She stands up not even paying attention to the burn on her arm, puts the lighter down on the counter and walks back over to the shocked Chelsea….
Chelsea: “Teach me……I don’t want to feel pain.”
Rubbing the bruised cheek that she suffered from the backhand of Mary earlier that took her by surprise….
Mary: “So you are going to stay even after this?”
Chelsea: “Y….yes. This is my home, I have nowhere else to go.”
Mary: “Good child because if you would have decided to leave it would have been without your hands.”
Mary smirks and starts to take the meatloaf out of the oven….
Mary: “Wash up child, dinner is ready.”
Chelsea: “Yes Ms. Thorn.”
Chelsea stands up and heads to the washroom while Mary cracks a smile….
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15 Minutes Later….
The two sit quietly at the dinner table, Chelsea continues to eat her plate clean, Mary sips her glass of wine as they glance at each other…..
Mary: “Welcome home child.”
Chelsea: “Thank you…….mother.”