This is the edited chapter of"Cry Little Lita". I went back and changed some things because I was in a hurry when I wrote the original. This isbased on the Kane/Lita pregnancy angle.This fic will contain lyrics from the song "Cry Little Sister".And this is a angst fic so it contains violence, dark themes and rape. If you don't like this kind of stuff than I suggest you turn back. Flames will be laughed at. So enjoy.

Disclaimer:I don't own Kane or Lita. All the wrestlers mentioned in this fic are owned by Vincent K. McMahon. I also don't own the song "Cry Little Sister" by Gerald McMann

Lita twisted and pulled at the cuffs binding her to the bed. Her slender delicate wrists were getting acrimonious red slashes from the sharp rim of the steel handcuffs. She ignored the searing pain and continued to yank at her clanging restraints. Lita stopped tugging momentarily and tried to figure out a way to free herself from the predicament she was in. Tilting her sweat-drenched head back, she studied the mahogany wooden bedposts she was chained to.

Maybe…just maybe… if she pulled with the right amount of strength…she could break the wood. The odds of that happening were rather slim but it was better than writhing around meaninglessly, the force of her strength would break the wood.

Clenching her fists in vain hope, she lurched a hard jerk with every ounce of strength in her

all her might, hoping that by some faint, the wood would give away. The bedposts vibrated but didn't even have so much as a dent. At the same time, Lita felt white-hot bone-exploding pain shoot up her arms as her sockets gave a sickening pop. For a second, she feared she dislocated her wrists. Gritting her teeth, she gave them a slight wiggle.

"Fuck..." she whispered. They weren't broken but the pain was excruciating. A few tears escaped her eyes. Lita broke down and she began to cry; a mewing sob that sounded so weak and feeble. She felt pathetic. There was nothing she could do but wallow in her own commiseration. But crying only made things worse. Black mascara tears stung her eyes viciously and she couldn't even wipe them away.

Blinking away her tears, she thought of how she got into this mess in the first place. It all started with Kane and that damn question. How she attracted Kane's attention, she didn't know at the time but she wondered why, especially when she just got back together with Matt. But she realized what he wanted with her when he asked that question. That very question sent chills down her spine. It made her want to vomit up all the organs, tissues, blood and pus until she was just a hollow pouch of skin and flesh. It made want to bathe in a pool of bleach and scrub herself with a steel brillo pad. It went against every moral she had, even the ones she defied once or twice in her life. But he threatened to end Matt's career if she refused.

What could she do?

Flashback

"STOP KANE STOP!"

She begged Matt not to go the ring. She told him that it was something she had to deal with. But he didn't listen. Now she found herself cowering before Kane, giving an answer to the question that had been haunting her for weeks.

"The answer is...yes!" Those astringent words tasted like bile in her mouth. Her mouth never tasted so bitter since Kane kissed her.

He gazed at her with a dull expression. If he had eyebrows, they would've quirked in a curious stare. "Yes?" he whispered.

"Yes..." she replied in a choked voice.

With a look of satisfaction, Kane removed his foot from the chair. Lita scrambled to Matt, attempting to bring some oxygen to this deprived lungs. His eyes looked so rapt and sorrowful, but not nearly as sorrowful as she was.

Lita felt herself being lifted in his huge arms. She trembled at being held so close to his body but didn't make any attempt to push him away. He whispered softly in her ear.

"My room...tonight..."

And he dropped her and walked off with that sadistic grin.

She still didn't know why she came. She should've run. She should've hid. But she knew very well that he would've come after her. He always found her in the end.

Lita was in a opaque daze as she walked to the hotel room. She was already beginning to have second thoughts. But she knew all too well Kane would make her and Matt's life a living hell if she went back on her word. All too soon, she reached the stained door with the bronze numbers 106. For a minute, she stared absentmindedly at the door. God knew where hell she would go through the minute she went behind that door. Fuck, where the hell would she be after Kane was done with her? Decomposing in an alley while being consumed by maggots?

Who knew?

Lita took a deep breath. She wasn't going to fall. She would be strong. She was going to do this for Matt.

"Christ be with me." she whispered making the cross sign.

Her slender fingers wrapped around the cold knob. It took every ounce of her willpower to twist it and push open the door. She squinted through the crack of light but she could see nothing but darkness. She pushed open the door all the way and crept in cautiously into the room. She scanned the room in confusion. The lights were off but it was empty except for a bed and a nightstand with a lamp.

"H-hello?" she whispered in an awkward tone. Maybe he hadn't arrived yet or maybe...he even stood her up. Fuck, the very thought was absurd after all the hell he put her through but then why was she slowly filling up with hope? Shaking her head, Lita turned to the door when she realized it was closed shut. She hadn't shut it behind her. Omigod, fear sank it's numbing fangs inside her. She was not alone.

"H-hello?" her voice betraying the fear she was feeling. Fear was wafting from her so thickly that she wouldn't have been surprised if it caught her scent.

It was all too quick. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, his thick pale fingers crushed her mouth shut. She struggled but she was just no match against his strength. A damp rag was smothered to her nose and mouth. The fumes stung her nose and lungs like fire. For a second, she thought it was gasoline but then it hit her...

"Chloroform..." She thought before her body went limp in his arms as everything went black.

End of Flashback

That was all that happened before she woke up in a strange room; sore-headed, alone and handcuffed to a bed. No doubt that her attacker was Kane. The desolate room was pitch-black except for a few candles on the nightstand. For the first time, Lita became fully aware of the danger she put herself into. Who was she to think that she could actually negotiate with Kane? This was the same man who sought no value in even his own brother's life, let alone an innocent person. What made her think that he sought value in hers?

"Someone please help me..." she whispered to herself.

Suddenly, she heard deep laughter echoing from the darkness. Lita looked frantically about as she tried to search for it's source . Lita's eyes widened in horror as the silhouette of Kane came from the shadows, striding softly into view.