Drew saw her right away as he entered catering. She was sitting alone all the way in the back corner at a table holding a book up with her left hand while her right hand held a fork that went between the pancakes on a plate in front of her and her mouth. There wasn't much to make her stand out except for the fact that she sat alone but still he couldn't take her eyes off of her.
She did her best to hide away, that was for sure. Just a simple light grey dress, not revealing anything, no sequins or anything to make it stand out. Her hair was medium brown and stopped a little below her shoulders. It hang loose and it seemed as if she was trying to hide some of her face with it. The book was up in front of most of her face, clearly she was trying to hide behind it and not invite anyone over to talk to her. He decided to walk over and sit down across from her at the table with a cup of coffee.
"Hello," he said.
She lowered the book a bit, looked over it towards him and then put it back up without saying anything.
"So either you don't like me or you're a mute," he said.
Still nothing. She didn't even lower the book to look at him this time.
"Are the pancakes any good?" He asked as she put the last piece in her mouth.
Still no answer. She just sat behind the book, keeping the fork in her hand. He leaned in a bit.
"Look love, no need to be rude," he said.
He moved back in shock as he felt the fork press against his throat.
"I'm not your love," she sneered in a low tone.
"Okay, so not a mute. You just don't like me," he said, trying to joke his way out of the situation.
"That's right, so why don't you leave me the fuck alone?" She sneered.
"What are you gonna do? Stab me with that fork in front of everyone in here?" He asked, annoying her on purpose.
"What's going on here?" A voice sounded and a hand went over her hand, dragging it away from him.
He saw fear in her eyes for a short moment before she got a hold of herself and turned her head to look at Corbin who was taking the fork out of her hand while sitting down.
"He said you were bad in the ring," she answered.
Drew sent her a confused look. Why would she lie about that? He had provoked her to mess with her but there really wasn't any reason to lie about what he had said, at least not in his world.
"Did he now? And how would he know? He has never taken me on in the ring," Corbin said and looked at Drew.
"I'm sorry, I was just messing around. You're not bad at all," Drew said.
"I know I'm not. What are you even doing here? Last time I checked you don't work here anymore," Corbin said.
"Just visiting my good friend Sheamus. Thinking about doing a comeback here actually," Drew answered.
"And you decided to annoy my girlfriend in the process?" Corbin asked.
"Oh, she's your girlfriend. We didn't get that far in our introductions. I didn't even catch her name," Drew said.
"Just stay away from her," Corbin said firmly before getting to his feet and yanking her up from her chair as well.
He grabbed her arm tight and pulled her out of catering, almost knocking down Sheamus who entered at the same time. Sheamus walked over to Drew and sat down.
"Who is she?" Drew asked.
"Who?" Sheamus asked back.
"That girl Corbin just dragged out of here," Drew answered.
"That's his girlfriend Vanessa," Sheamus answered.
"Vanessa," Drew repeated her name.
"Between you and me, he doesn't treat her good," Sheamus said.
"What do you mean?" Drew asked.
"Always bossing her around like you just saw, never allowing her to talk to anybody and make friends. Such a shame because she seems like a sweet girl when you get her one on one," Sheamus answered.
"You've been able to do that?" Drew asked.
"Once or twice for a few minutes when no one else has been in catering and Corbin is in the ring. She seems to lower her bars when she knows he won't catch her talking to anybody," Sheamus answered.
"I told you not to talk to anybody!" Corbin yelled as soon as he had closed the door to their hotel room behind them.
"I didn't. He talked to me," she defended herself.
"I don't care!" He shouted as he grabbed both her arms and slammed her up against the wall.
"Stop it, Corbin, you're hurting me," she pleaded.
His face came close to hers.
"You belong to me!" He sneered.
"I know that. You got no reason to doubt me," she said.
"You keep giving me reasons seeing how you try to whore your way around my co-workers whenever I'm not there," he sneered.
"I don't. I promise, I don't," she said.
"Maybe I should stop bringing you with me to the arenas and just leave you in the hotel rooms," he said.
"No, please don't," she whispered, knowing how much more alone she would feel if he did that.
"But then I wouldn't be able to keep track of how many men you would let in while I'm away," he said and threw her down on the floor on her stomach.
He was quick to sit on her legs so she couldn't roll around to her back and better defend herself with her arms. He let the blows rain down on her back while she was screaming, crying and begging for him to stop. He rarely hit her in the face where others would notice although he slipped from time to time. He stopped for a few seconds while trying to catch his breath.
"You need to be taught a lesson," he said as he opened his pants.
"Please don't. I promise I'll do better," she begged, knowing what was to come.
He pushed the dress up above her ass and her panties down her thighs. She stopped begging the moment he forced himself inside her. She had lost again and from there it was better just to try and think of something else, imagine herself somewhere far away.