Roman walked into the house, his boots echoing off the walls, sending out a signal to everyone close by that he had arrived. He didn't care if anyone came out to greet him. He came and went in the house as he pleased even though he wasn't a part of the gang. Not in the sense of the word as the rest of them. He was a freelancer, a personal friend of the leader Samoa Joe. At least that's how Joe would always describe him if anyone asked. To Roman, Joe was nothing more than a man handing out big cash for the jobs that Roman did.

"Hey Roman," Joe's girlfriend Billie stuck her head out from the kitchen. "Everyone's out running right now so make yourself comfortable."
"Thanks Billie," he nodded at her.

Billie Kay was an attractive woman and she seemed to be head over heels about Joe which Roman couldn't understand. Everyone in the gang seemed to be way too eager to please the man. Roman just wanted money and to go on with his life. He stopped in the open door to what mostly looked like a library with all the books although Joe would never allow anyone to call the room that. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at her.

And her. He wanted her. Not how she was now but how she used to be. He hadn't met her back then but everyone knew about Steve Austin's daughter Storm. She had been a wildcat according to rumours, playing on the wrong side of the law just like her father and Roman and everyone else he knew but she had never run with a gang or even with her own father. Unfortunately her own father was the reason she was in the position she was in now.

He watched her for a minute or so. Way too long for a normal person to just be watching someone like that but he knew she wouldn't respond to him or even catch on to him standing there. Her beauty never ceased to amaze him. She had long, black hair and dark, moss green eyes. She was on the curvy side but he liked that. He liked being able to touch a woman without feeling her hip bone poke into him painfully.

When Steve turned on Joe and killed his uncle Hunter, Steve had become a moving target. A target that went into hiding so instead Joe had gone after Storm. She had no idea what had happened since her deadbeat dad hadn't told her or even given her a warning so kidnapping her had been easy.

Roman knew from the start that she was in the house when they got her there six months earlier. He didn't get to see her at first since she really wasn't his problem but Joe talked about her and what they did to her. Besides the normal beating and torture, they electrocuted her. Videos of her were sent out in cyberspace and they knew they reached Steve. The man just didn't seem to care.

Two months into her kidnapping, she was suddenly out of the room they had kept her in. Something had gone wrong while torturing her with electricity and they had accidently fried her brain. The woman that Roman had met was not a real woman anymore. She existed but she didn't think or talk. Her voice was still there, he had heard her scream and cry in pain, but she couldn't speak any words. Her brain understood enough to make her go to the bathroom or go to sleep when the need was there, and she understood basic commands. If someone told her to go somewhere, she did, but it was like she didn't understand why or how or what. Like she wasn't a human being anymore. She was a living doll which was exactly what they all had ended up calling her.

Doll. Roman hated that word. He wished he had known the woman beforehand. She was the type of woman he would love to wake up next to each morning. The type of woman he would love to both make love to and fuck senseless. The type of woman he would be proud to call his. It was shallow, he knew that. He built all those fantasies on her looks alone.

"Hi Storm," he walked into the room. "How are you today?"

He knew she wouldn't answer but that never stopped him from talking to her like a normal human being. The only other words she heard from anyone in the house were orders being barked at her or insults being thrown at her.

"No one's done your hair lately?" He looked at the knotted mess hanging down her back. "Come on then. Go to your room, Storm."

She stood up and walked to her room while he followed right behind her. He took her hairbrush from the table and gently guided her over to sit on the bed. He started brushing her hair as gently as he could. He had always had a fixation with her hair and he secretly loved that no one cared enough to brush it out most of the time.

"There, all pretty again. Now you can shake it in the wind and grab the attention of every man near by," he said.

He put the hairbrush back on the table and went to sit in front of her on the bed. Her eyes looked at his chest but he knew she wasn't really looking. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her head up enough to where their eyes met. A fantasy in his own mind. She was looking at him, but again, she wasn't really looking.

"You're so beautiful, Storm. You don't deserve what they put you through. I wish I had known you and that crazy mind of yours before you came here. I've heard stories about how you were and you sound like a woman of my heart," he brushed his thumb over her lips and cheek. "You don't understand a word of what I'm saying, do you?"

He sighed deeply. This was as far as he went with her. Caressing her and touching her gently while he dreamed about kissing those lips and tearing her clothes off her body. He didn't cross any lines, not like some of the others.

"Roman?" Joe called.

"Daddy's home," Roman said in a mocking voice and then snickered. "It was nice talking to you, Storm."

He leaned in and placed a kiss on her hairline before getting up and leaving her room. Joe stood in the hallway and smirked as he saw Roman come out of her room.

"Playing with the doll?" Joe asked.
"I just fixed her hair. It was a fucking mess," Roman answered.
"You know you can do whatever you want with her, right? You might not wanna be an official member of my gang but you're still a member nonetheless in my mind so you get the same perks as everyone else," Joe said.
"Joe, that's fucking sick and you know it," Roman frowned.
"What? It's not like she complains," Joe laughed. "And if Steve wants his baby girl to be set free, he better show his face here. I'll trade her for him any day and he knows it."