Sanctuary

Chapter Three - Leash.

Leash noun

1. a strap or cord for restraining and guiding a dog or other animal.

"Head up, Blake." The referee said titling my chin up to gain access to my neck. He carefully put the collar around while Ambrose watched in pure satisfaction as he was having his put on too.

He looked practically used to it as he didn't even flinch when they tightened it. I - on the other hand - sent a glare to the pin striped man.

"Sorry." He muttered. "Got to make sure it's secure."

"Well lighten up." I put two fingers between the leash and my skin then tugged for a little breathing room.

He made a slight adjustment so that the hook was in the front before picking up the chain from the center of the ring to connect it. Dean smirked as he could probably see the look in my eyes.

Not a look of fear, but more like uncomfortableness. I had a big problem with commitment so being chained to someone, literally for that matter, was not my thing.

"All set on this end!" The other referee said patting Dean's shoulder.

"Almost over here," Mine muttered trying to link the thing. "Just having a bit of trouble."

"Want me to-?"

"I got it." I shoved him out of the way and grabbed the end of the chain. "Moron."

"But it's a specific way you have to..."

"My dad basically invented this, I know what I'm doing." I snapped and he backed away. I hooked it in one swift motion and gave him an arrogant smirk. "How hard was that?"

"Not as much as me right now." Ambrose remarked from his side of the ring. I rolled my eyes as the bell rang. Signaling the start of the match finally.

"In the center guys." One of the refs said.

I stepped up and so did Dean, coming face to face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked with a smirk. "I mean not that I won't enjoy getting you down on your knees where you belong. But you could save face and just become our property now."

"I don't think so." I replied amused. "The only person that's getting on their knees is you. And unlike you - I'm going to become a relevant champion soon after."

I felt a hand on my chest and saw it was the referee pushing up a distance away for a moment. "I'm sorry. I have to check the secureness on the collar." He reached for the hook and I swatted his hand down.

"I'll do it." I shot him a look and he held his hands up harmlessly. Glancing at Ambrose with a grin on his face, my eyes drifted down to the chain and I grabbed the part that was hooked.

I yanked the chain with all my strength and he went to the ground face first. "It's secure." I said to the ref and wasting no time, I sat on Dean's back and wrapped the chain around his neck - pulling towards myself and choking him.

"Tap!" I shouted, tightening the grip around the chain.

"Dean," The ref knelt down. "Do you give?"

He shook his head and I felt him tugging the chain attempting to get it loose enough to breathe. I wouldn't let him, I was using all of my strength that I had to make sure that he didn't get the slightest upperhand.

Suddenly I felt a blow to my mouth and went sailing off of him. It took me a second to realize that he had headbutted me and even by the time I had got this reality check, the chain was around my neck.