Part One
"Michael maybe we shouldn't do this"
"Relax Chrissie, this shit isn't real. Besides they can't so anything about
it anyways."
"Right" Maybe I'll get lucky and we'll get our asses thrown out. She just
smiled. Her nerves jumped when the pyro's went off. Here we go She thought.
For the past month she had spent her summer vacation following the WWF on
tour. She wasn't a fan but it was Michael's idea and it seemed a lot better
than sitting at home. He was particularly excited because he had been able
to score front row seats. She just hoped that his favorite taunt would not
make an appearance. Suddenly the lights went black and bells began to toll.
Well there goes that hope. She watched as the Undertaker stepped out on
stage followed by the rest of the Ministry. Mike began his usual act as
they moved towards the ring. Yelling curses, and other profanities at them.
As Undertaker raised the lights his attention was turned on Mike. I stepped
forward to try and shut him up
" Mike please just leave him alone."
"Why? I told you he can't do a damn thing about it."
I looked up to see the expression he was giving Mike. Instead I found him
looking at me, with an evil smirk on his face. Mike had noticed his gaze
and instantly stopped his taunting, and drew a very protective arm around
me. I felt his eyes watching me, studying me, scaring the crap out of me.
Taker then went it to his usual act. I very quickly excused myself simply
to get away.
Taker stood in the ring listening to the same crap he got pretty much every
night. Except he noticed the asshole that had been following him was now in
plan view. He also noticed the young lady that was with him. He watched in
fascination as she tried to get her companion to shut up. Then he meet her
eyes, Piercing Grey eyes that show-hidden power. He listen to him tell her
that there was nothing they could do. This made him smile. There was plenty
he could do, and he realized that it was high time to make this little
bastard pay. As he went on with his speech he saw the young woman hurry off
to some unknown destination. When they finished up the asshole continued
his taunts unchecked. Stepping through the curtain he continued back to his
locker room smirking the whole way. Noticing Paul was utterly confused, and
pissed off. Normally the fans didn't bother them, but this one was out of
hand.
"I can't believe they keep letting him in! Security should know better than
that." Paul continued to grumble till Taker spoke up.
" Well I think I found his weakness, and a way to shut him up." Paul only
looked confused.
" Normally he's alone. Well tonight he wasn't, and she will be our
silencing tool." Paul smiled at this. The rest of Ministry stood by, and
listened to their exchange.
"Mideon"
" Yes Master?"
" Go, and make sure that they are in the same place tomorrow night. Also
make arrangements for an extra person. The last thing I need to worry about
are the flight details." Mideon nodded his head in understanding. It was
rare that they were in a city two nights in a row. Taker then turned his
attention to the Acolytes.
" I assume you two will have no problem in persuading her to come with us?"
" No master" both knew what that meant and both could hardly wait. Turning his attention to the Brood, and Viscera " You four will take care of our loud mouth friend our anyone else that tries to stop us." All four nodded. With a wave of his hand he dismissed them all to prepare for his match. Christine had returned to her seat after the Ministry had left. Mike was excited that he had finally gotten their attention. " Do you see the way he was looking at us I could hardly believe it!" " Mike for starters he wasn't looking at us. He was looking at me. I know you have tickets for tomorrow night and all, but maybe it would be better if we just went home." " We have to come! I'm not going to give up now that I finally got them to notice me!" she rolled her eyes at this. They both watched as the matches continued till it was time for the main event. The lights went out and the bells once again tolled. " Oh yippie skippy! Here we go again." Mike started up as Taker made his way down to the ring, but instead of entering it he stopped right in front on the loud mouth, more specifically his next target. Christine felt as if her heart would stop right there. He peeled down the hood of his robe, and moved closer to her. She immediately dropped her eyes hoping to god that he would just move on. Instead he reached out and raised her chin with his hand almost forcing her to look at him. He then released her chin and very lightly caressed her cheek with his fingers. He then moved back and entered the ring to wait for his opponent. Mike simply looked at her as if she had grown two more heads. She wasn't paying attention for the rest of the night, she just wanted to go back to the hotel and forget the whole thing. Mike was still staring in disgust, and then he finally laid his opinions on her. " Why you?! You. You were just standing there. Not doing a damn thing to help!" " Maybe he was just trying to get your attention Mike." " How, by messing with you! I told you Chrissie there is nothing they can do. It's all an act!" Chrissie was starting to wonder. While she knew wrestling was fake, or at least most of it was faked The Undertaker, and his Ministry seemed too real. " Mike?" "What" " Why do you hate them so much? They never did anything to you." " I think that would be obvious. They're a bunch of freaks, not to mention they fact that perform satanic rituals on nationwide t.v. I'm all for freedom of Religion, but just cause they have the right doesn't mean that I want to see it." Chrissie rolled her eyes at that. She had known Mike since the third grade. He had never been like this, at least not till he went off to school. They sat the rest of the way in silence. Their hotel wasn't far from the arena, so they had simply hailed a cab after the show. Mideon and few of the other Ministry members had "borrowed" a cab in order to learn more about their next victim. He defiantly wasn't let down. What shocked him more was that "Mike" had no clue that they were in any danger. He assumed like pretty much everyone else it was an act. Chrissie on the other hand had sensed something was wrong. Mideon could see it in her eyes. He almost wanted to smack the crap out of her loud mouth friend when he had started to treat her like a child. He had gotten a good look at her earlier, and decided that she was pretty. Her hair was pulled back in a messy French twist. She wore a pair of jeans, and a tank top. No make up, and it was apparent that they had been traveling quite a bit. Mideon wondered what she would look like fully rested. It was obvious that she was trying to persuade Mike to shut up and leave Taker alone. When they got to the hotel Mike got out and left her the fare. "God He can be such an arrogant little bitch sometimes." Chrissie was more talking to herself than to anyone else. "Then why are you with him" "Excuse me?" " I know it's not my business but why are you with him if he upsets you so much?" Mideon could resist. He had finally gotten her alone, and needed to know her relationship to him. " Because he never acted this bad before." " How long have you two been together?" Chrissie raised her eyebrow at that question and then started to laugh. Mideon was very confused. " You thought we were dating? No way in hell would I date Michael Galyon. He's a good friend that I've had to put up with since third grade." She pulled out the fare and a little bit extra tip than normal. As she got out she handed him the money. " Thanks for the concern, and the ride hope you have a good night." He had notice Gangrel standing outside waiting, and then the other two Brood members waiting just on the inside. He watched as she hurried into the hotel with Brood not far behind. Returning to the arena he dropped the cab where he had found it, and got in the car that was waiting for him to return. Taker was sitting on one side with Paul in the middle. " What did you find out?" " Apparently they are not that close. She stated that they were merely good friends, however Michael is very doubtful that you will retaliate against him in anyway. He also seemed a bit upset about the fact that you approached her." Taker smirked at this "Did you learn her name?" " Yes he called her Chrissie in the car, which means that her full name is either Christina, or Christine. I dropped them at their hotel, and the Brood is learning which room they are in now." "Good. Did you find out if they would be returning for tomorrows show?" " They didn't say, but she did question him insulting us. It appears that she doesn't care for it. She seems to be suspect, almost fearful that you may try something." " What of her nature. How emotional was she." " She wasn't very emotional, as for her nature she seems very kind of heart, outgoing, and she is an excellent tipper." Taker raised an eyebrow at this. "Your positive that he thinks we won't retaliate?" " Yes Master, he told her not to worry that there was nothing we could do, and that it was all an act." "Then tomorrow we shall prove him wrong." Christine felt as if she was being watched. She moved down the corridor towards her room. When she got there she saw a note from Mike hanging on the door. Chrissie, Come see me when you get this. We have to talk. Mike " Oh God, what in the hell does he want now." She unlocked her room and threw her purse in before heading to Mike's room. She knocked several times before she had to kick at the door to get his attention. When he finally did open the door he was once again staring at her in disgust. " Where the fuck have you been?" " Excuse me? As I recall you were the one who walked off and stuck me with the cab fare." " That was ten minutes ago." Chrissie rolled her eyes. " Look I got the note now what did you want to talk about?" " I wanted to tell you to wear something a little more revealing tomorrow night." " Why so you can use me to get his attention. How do you know it wasn't a fluke?" Her temper was wearing thin. She wasn't about to help him out. She had agreed to come with him on this trip, but never to help him make an ass out of himself. " Because the first time when he was staring at you he watched you leave, when you so rudely ran off. Then Paul Bearer watched you the entire time that Taker was in the ring." " You said it was all an act though, what if they were just keeping up appearances. Besides, he probably does that all the time." Edge, Christian, and Gangrel stood around the corner, and listened to them argue. It was obvious that she did not wish to help him, and it was obvious she wanted nothing to do with the Ministry. " Did you bring anything with you that is a little bit more alluring?" " NO! I'm not going to put my ass on the line just so you can insult someone. Even if it's just an act it's still an dangerous one, and I'm not about to get hurt just because you want to yell at him." Before Mike could say another word she turned on her heel and headed straight back to her room. Chrissie slammed the door to her room and froze. Before her sat two men, each one smiling at her; She backed away from them and tried to get to the door when she saw a third member blocking her way out. She began to panic, she didn't know who these three were, or how they got in. But she knew that she had to get away. All three surrounded her, and forced her against the wall. They could all see that she was pure, and untouched. Taker would be incredibly pleased. What they hadn't counted on was the fact that she was pure of heart, and of soul. Gangrel looked into her eyes, and sensed her fear. " Relax little one. We're not here to harm you. We merely wish to thank you for attempting to silence your foolish friend." They then backed off and left her in silence. Gangrel went to Taker straight away. " Well what did you find out?" He was impatient. " He wished her to try and distract you but she would have no part in it. She has a great control on her emotions." " Is there anything else?" " Yes there is. She is pure." Taker looked up. " As in?" " As in body, heart, and soul." " This is an unexpected surprise. It seems we are going to get the better end of the deal." He dismissed everyone from his room to think about the next night. Part Two Mike and Christine sat in their seats at the show waiting for it to begin. She was happy that after this they would be going home. The show started with McMahon coming out to basically poke fun, and insult the Ministry. Mike cheered the whole way through. The show was almost over and there was no sign of the Undertaker. Chrissie was relieved. Of course Mike bitched about it. " Man our last night, and the bastard isn't going to show. Maybe I scared him off." " I doubt that Mike." Then the lights went down and out came the deadman. He's got a knack for doing that. They were in the same seats they had been the night before. Taker once again made his way towards Chrissie. Please let him go to someone else. Once again he took her chin in his hand forcing her to look at him. She immediately hid her eyes. He applied pressure to her chin forcing her to look at him again. She felt his eyes once again pierce her soul. He then looked at Mike. " Tell me boy. What would you do to save her?" Taker watched as her eyes grew big, and she jerked away from his grasp. She began to step back as if to run. Taker very quickly ordered the lights dropped. She was surrounded in total darkness, unable to see. She felt hands roughly grasp her arms. " What the .." Before she could finish a cloth was shoved over her nose and mouth. Mike couldn't see where she was, but he hopped to god that this wasn't real. Christine felt herself being dragged away. She was desperately trying to fight them but she gradually felt her body go limp, and then she lost consciousness. When she was successfully brought backstage the lights were once again raised, and to Mike's despair both Taker, and Christine were gone. When they returned to the hotel Taker waited for the Acolytes to bring the girl up. By now the loud mouth was realizing that this was not an act. The next morning Christine woke up to her head pounding. She made an attempt to sit up, but a pair of hands quickly pushed her back down. Her body was still under the affects of the drugs. She could hear voices around her, but she couldn't make them out. Once again she tried to sit up, but this time she wasn't stopped. She tried to rub her eyes but her hands wouldn't move. As she tugged harder Chrissie came to the realization that her hands had been tied behind her back. Then she remembered the previous night. She knew she had to escape there was no one in the room with her which meant it was the perfect opportunity. That is until she realized that her feet were a secured as her hands. " Crap" she heard the door open. She began to panic, particularly when the Undertaker stood before her. " Good Morning my dear. Glad to see you finally decided to awaken. We were getting quite worried." He said this with an evil smirk. All Chrissie could do was tremble. She knew she was in trouble. He studied her for a moment. She resembled a scared, lost, little child. He relished in the fact that he was making her tremble. " What, do people not say Good Morning where you're from?" He spoke this with mock seriousness Chrissie found a little of her voice. " No. No sir they do." " Well, I'm waiting?" " Good .Good Morning." This made him smile. She already feared him. She was also willing to cooperate, or at least at the moment she was. " What is your name?" He already knew, at least he knew her nickname. " My full name?" " Yes, What is it?" " Christine Elisabeth Parker" "How old are you?" " Twenty in May sir" " Do you know why you're here?" "I believe it may have something to do with a guy named Michael Galyon, and the fact that he has been a jackass to you." This made him smile. " But if I may ask why am I here instead of him." "Because my dear, he needs to pay for his error. Therefore I took away the one person that he valued the most. He's already spoken to the police, as well as Vince. Unfortunately for you I had other plans." He then moved over to the bed and sat upon it. This is the first time she had noticed that she was on the floor. " Now there are two ways we can go about this. The easy way or the hard way." " What's the difference?" She could feel the fear begin to rise again. The way he was talking wasn't encouraging. " The easy way is that you join me willingly, or the hard way is which you resist and I basically break you." Her eyes grew huge. " Break me?? As in torture me?" He snickered at her "As I said there is an easy way and a hard way. But it is entirely your choice. Of course you will only get this option once. When you make your decision it will be final. Either way you will join me, there is no escape." She lowered her head. He had just confirmed her worse fears, no escape. After a few moments she spoke up. " Out everyone there, why me? I'm no one special. I have nothing to offer you." He cut her off. " Oh you have plenty to offer me. You are incredibly special, it's not everyday that I can find someone who is pure of heart, soul, and body. That makes you very valuable to me. Now I will tell you this right now I don't care to repeat myself so I will only ask you for your answer once more if you don't not answer me I will make the decision for you and things will not be pleasant for you if I do." Chrissie considered her options it was either be put in a minimal amount of pain, or to be tortured. " I'll join you willingly." " Good Girl, you made very wise choice." Taker moved over to the door and admitted Paul. " Well? Will she help or does she need persuading?" Chrissie shuttered as he spoke. She could feel his eyes roaming over her body. " Pity the other's were looking forward to convincing her." Taker could see the gleam in his eyes. Paul could definitely see that she was a pure soul. " The higher power should be pleased. As you stated earlier Taker, it is a rarity to find one so pure at this stage in life." " Paul, inform the others that she is mine, and they are not to touch her. That includes you." Paul stood in shock. The others that had been brought in were given to the Ministry to have their fun. Of course that's all they were meant for. Taker obviously wished to protect her, and her power. She would be a very useful aid in their plans. Taker once again motioned to her. " Tell Mideon to bring some food for her. The last thing we need is her starving to death, and for god's sake find her something more suitable to wear. This simply won't do." Mike paced his around Vince McMahon's office like a man possessed. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The Ministry had taken his best friend, and he cursed himself for not listening to her. She had told him to shut up, and to just let them be. Of course he had thought it was an act; now Chrissie was paying for him. Vince could only watch, and hope to calm him down. " Mr. Galyon we will do everything we can to get her back. But by now it may be to late." " What in the hell are you talking about? They seriously wouldn't hurt her would they?" " The only way I can think of that she would be hurt at this point is if she resists them in anyway. The Undertaker had a motive in abducting her we just can't figure out why. You said that she's pretty straight arrow?" " Yeah she's the one that usually bails me out of shit like this." " Does she have any family?" " Not really, both her parents are dead. She lived with my family because my parents were her godparents." " What about any boyfriends, love interests?" " No, never. She's to shy to ask anyone out, and no one seems to notice her." Vince could begin to see why Taker wanted her. By that statement it was obvious that she was still a virgin. But Taker could find them pretty much anywhere. Granted Vince didn't know a great deal about the Ministry, or their practices but he did know that to find someone pure meant a great deal. Unfortunately the only way he could find out if she had a pure soul was to get near her, and right now that wasn't an option. Vince had lied about them hurting her, he figured it wouldn't do Mike any good to hear what they did someone, especially if they were refused. Of course all of their previous victims had been in the federation. Now they had someone outside of the Federation, someone who isn't trained to take bumps, or go through any type of punishment. God I hope she doesn't piss them off. Mikes concerns were growing. He had watched Taker perform other sacrifices and such before, and he knew that the more time passed the less likely they would be to getting her back. Don't worry Chrissie I'm coming. While Mideon had gone to fetch the Undertakers requests Taker sat in the room watching Chrissie. She could tell he was enjoying this. She hadn't noticed Taker had gotten up and was now standing in front of her till his shin blocked her view. She felt two very large hands grasp her shoulders and lift her up to his eye level. His eye's gazed into her soul again. She felt him wrap an arm around her waist. She looked down at his loose hand to notice that it had knife in it. Oh shit! I didn't think Mike had pissed him off to the point that he'd kill someone. He ran the knife down her arms considering whether or not to cut whatever was back there holding them together. " I'll make you a deal little one. You promise to be good and not runaway, or try to escape and I'll let you out of these. After all we're going to be spending a great deal of time together so I don't want to start on the wrong foot." I think you started on the wrong foot when you kidnapped me and forced me to betray my friend. I had to bite my lip from saying that. He hadn't done anything to hurt me yet and I didn't want to encourage it. I felt him squeeze until it became painful. " Its thoughts like that that will cause you trouble. Now will you behave yourself?" The only response that I could muster was a nod due to the fact that he was squeezing the life out of me. I felt him lift me up till me stomach rested on his shoulder he cut the bond on my feet then in one swift motion he dropped me on the bed. I watched him set the knife down on the table then turn back towards me. He just looked at me, his eyes scanning my form searching for something. I move over to me again he reached out a hand again till it was at my head. Then with one good pull my hair fell out of place and down my shoulders. His brow lifted when he saw just how long it was. Standing I knew that it reached the tops of my thighs, but sitting it was pooled around me on the bed. He reached over and picked up a loose strand. The sun was peaking through the blinds in the window highlighting it further. I had always been told that I had a rare color. It was definitely auburn, but the kicker was that I had natural blond highlights. His voice snapped me back to reality. " Is all of it natural?" indicating my hair " Do you mean the length, or the color?" " Both" " Then yes to both." He was sizing me up, probably deciding if he wanted to change anything. " What about your body? Have you had anything altered?" " No" Once again he seemed pleased, but knock at the door disrupted him. A man with stringy brown hair came in with a tray and a bundle of clothes. After looking at him closer I saw that he was the cab driver from the other night. " Don't look so surprised, and you're very welcome for the ride as long as I can say thanks for the information." He leaned closer to me " Your also very generous. If you hadn't of tipped well things might have been different for you." He set the tray and the bundle next to me bowed to Taker and left. Taker then removed the lid to show two plates of food. My mouth began to water at the very sight of food. It had been a while since I had eaten, but I remembered whom I was with and became very skeptical. My stomach on the other hand betrayed me by growling loudly. I glanced at the clothes, all black apparently this is what he meant by more appropriate. I began to nervously chew my lip as taker just stared at me. My hands were still behind my back, and he was right by me standing there looking at me like I was part of the meal. He reached out again and brushed my hair away from my arms, his huge hands again grasped them except this time I was placed with my back to him. I couldn't see what he was doing which made me even more nervous. I felt cold steel run down my arm again. If he was trying to intimidate me, it's working. Taker could hear her thoughts and sense her anxiety. He continued to run the blade down her arm, as he read her thoughts. He snickered when he heard her considering kicking Mikes ass when she got out of this. Once again he laughed to himself, one she had fight in her, which was good, the other was that she was thinking she would be released. He leaned down to her. " Now what makes you think that I'll let you go? I told you once before it's thoughts like that will cause you trouble. Though watching you beat your friend senseless would be enjoyable." He could feel her stiffen, and attempt to face him. " Face forward little one. It would be a shame to have to injure such tender skin." "They'll come for me. He won't stop till I'm safe, he's very protective." " He and his associates will fail." " What makes you so sure?" " Because you will stop them. You were given to me for a reason, and Now that I have you I have no intention of letting you get away." She started to shake again, and she felt her knees begin to give. He held tighter, once more he brought the knife down her arm stopping at her wrists. " Lets see if you are true to your word." With that he cut her hands loose, and let her fall to the floor. She turned to look at him moving her arms a bit. Her whole body was stiff she let the blood flow again. She had promised to be good, but all she wanted to do was run. He was studying her again with an evil smirk, she knew he was reading her thoughts but at this point she didn't care. He turned back to the tray, picking up one of the plates he turned to her and set it in front of her. " I suggest you eat little one. You will need your strength for later." "Later?" her voice was beginning to crack He simply had an evil smirk. He reached over to the bed and picked up the bundle. He then laid out the clothes. " You will change after you eat, and then we will join the others." He saw the look on her face. " For your sake I suggest you do not anger me. Things will get most unpleasant for you if you do." " What.what would anger you?" " Disobeying orders, resisting me, and attempting, or thinking of escape. I told Paul, and now I'll tell you. You are mine. I went through a great deal of trouble to capture, and provide for you. I will not have all that effort go to waste. Now eat!" Chrissie jumped at the last part. It was obvious that he enjoyed toying with her. For the past few hours he had done nothing but play mind games with her. Trying to confuse, and scare her into submission. She picked up a small piece of toast and began to nibble on it. He got a very satisfied grin on his face. She watched as he literally inhaled is food. Then got up and headed for the door. " I have to go discuss something with Paul. I expect you to be ready when I return." Part Three I watched him leave. Relief washed over me, I was finally alone. I snuck up to the door to look out to the peephole. I saw the cab driver leaning on the opposite wall watching the door. I walked back over to the clothes in dismay. I knew he wouldn't be gone to long, which meant no shower. I quickly got out of the clothes I was wearing I stared at them. I was closing that chapter of my life. I knew I wouldn't see Mike again, which only bothered me a little. Mike had always tried to keep track of me. He was my over bearing older brother. Then I thought of something. I had to go back to college in two weeks. How would I explain it! Mike and I had gone to the same college on purpose so we could be together. At that point I thought I needed him. I looked at the clothes on the bed. I grabbed the black pants on the bed. They were butter soft leather. They felt soft under my hands, and wonderful against my skin. Once I had them on I turned to the top. I frowned when I saw it was sleeveless which meant no bra. I removed my bra and slipped the top on very carefully. It laced in the back, which meant I needed help. I looked at the door and remembered the guy from the cab. I wrote him a note and slid it under the door. I figured it would be better than sticking my head out. I heard the door unlock and in he stepped. He made a little motion for me to turn around. He picked up the laces and threaded them through the holes. Once he finished he leaned forward just enough to whisper in her ear. " Exhale" I did as I was told. Before I could take another breath he cinched the laces and pulled the top tight. I hadn't notice that it was a corset. He tied the laces and tucked them into the back. I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. The corset sucked in my flab and pushed everything up. My breasts looked like they were about to pop out. I was trying to get used to breathing in the damn thing. I looked again and saw the nice hourglass figure it gave me. For the first time in my life I felt pretty. I have no clue why I just did. I looked at my bare feet and then at my Birkenstocks then back at my watcher. He noticed my plight. He walked over to the closet and pulled out some closed heeled shoes. "Here. There is something things in the bathroom for you as well. Your expected to look your best at all times. Now sit down. There is no way you'll be able to put on these indicating the shoes in that pointing to the corset. " He was amused, which meant she had done something right. She sat down on the bed and lifted her leg to his knee so he could put on the shoe. " Let's hope you do better than the others." "Others?" " You'll be told soon enough. That is if you pass." " Pass what?" He gave an evil little laugh " You'll see. But I some way I hope you fail so I can a little fun with you. I wouldn't mind having your little legs wrapped around me." Chrissie's mouth fell open. " What are you talking about?" her voice was getting shaky " If you fail then you will be given to rest of the Ministry." " And if pass?" He grimaced at this. " Then Taker will keep you for himself. But either way you will not stay a virgin for long. Taker only needs your soul to stay pure. Everything else can be corrupted." As he spoke he slipped the shoes on, then he lifted her off the bed and set her on her feet. " Now I suggest you finish getting ready. Master does not like to be kept waiting." He sat down in a chair and watched her. I moved towards the bathroom so I could finish up. I put on a small amount of make up on so I could hide the affects of the drugs. I pulled my bangs out of my face and left the rest down. I moved back out and sat in the chair opposite my watcher. He had a smirk on his face when he saw me. As he got up to pack everything else up he turned to look at me. " Master will be very pleased. He stated that we would be getting the better end of the deal, and he was correct." Chrissie's face burned at that. I heard the lock click and saw the door open. Taker entered with Paul on his heels. He apparently liked what he saw, because the sorrow expression on his face quickly went away. Paul was looking as well. It made my stomach turn slightly just to feel his eyes on me. I watched Paul's eyes as they moved all over my form and then settled on my breasts. I remembered how pronounced they were. Taker turned to my watchman and praised him. " Very well done Mideon, I am pleased. Is everything ready for our departure?" " Yes Master" " Excellent" his eyes found mine. " Will you and Paul make sure everything else gets down to the lobby? I'll see to our newest addition." The one he called Mideon gave me a glance getting a look before he and Paul let. Both were smiling as they walked out the door. Taker had approached me and was circling me like a hunter stalking its prey. He stopped behind me and ran his hands through my hair. Mideon's words were still running through my mind making me even uneasier. Taker could sense my unease and began to probe my mind. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he found what he wanted. His arm came possessively around me. His hand pressed me closer to him, while he continued to stroke my hair. His hand then moved my hair out of way. I felt electricity shoot down my spine and began to massage my neck. Taker could feel her unease, and instantly found the problem. He searched her mind to find the answer; there he found Mideon's words which only infuriated him. The entire Ministry had been informed that she would not be tested to the degree that the others had nor would she suffer their fate. Her body was very stiff and tense. He needed her relaxed. Vince had staked out two detectives at their hotel. When the detectives had given Vince conformation of seeing members of the Ministry Vince and Mike had come straight over the retrieve Christine. He could feel her enjoying him stroking her hair so he began to rub her neck to get her relaxed. She let out a very contented sigh as he moved down her neck. He looked at the clock and saw it was time to go. He heard her whimper a protest when stopped, and let go of her. He walked over and picked up a sheer ¾ length cover. She took it from him and slipped it on. " Come little one. It is time for you to join the others." He reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her to him. Taker placed the key on the table and checked to ensure nothing had been left behind. When that was finished they walked out the door and headed for the elevators. " You two are positive that they're hear?" Vince was berating the two detectives when he saw the Ministry minus the Undertaker step out of the elevator. Mike went on alert as he saw that Chrissie wasn't with them either. " He's probably still with her. God only knows what they did to her." Mike was livid. His family would be furious that he had managed to get her kidnapped by a bunch of psycho's. " It's doubtful they did anything to her here. It's to public, but if they get her somewhere more secluded." Vince trailed off as he watched them load up one of the cars and take off. The Acolytes had remained and headed back up to escort Taker back down. Vince knew that they only did that when there was an outsider with him. Now it was just a matter of time. Sure enough about ten minutes later the Acolytes stepped out of the elevator with Undertaker hauling the girl with him. Taker had a death grip on her arm and wasn't going to give her up easily. Mike reacted before Vince could stop him. " Chrissie!!" Taker tightened his grip on her when he saw her friend approach. He waved off the Acolytes letting the boy come near. I heard Mikes voice and began to panic; I felt Taker tighten his grip till it began painful. I took it as a warning, and watched Mike approach. Two plain- clothes detectives quickly followed Mike. He reached out to grab my other arm and I lent into Taker to get away from him. I had already been told I couldn't escape, and I was still pissed at Mike for getting me into this. " Chrissie, it's me its Mike. I've come to save you." I lost my hold on my temper at this point. " I know who you are and I have no intention of going with you. It's your fault this happened and it's time you had to pay for your big fat mouth. Even if that means that I have to go down for it to happen." " Have you gone completely nuts? Do you have any idea who you're with let alone what he'll do to you once he gets you somewhere secluded." I ignored the first part." Yes Mike I know exactly who I'm with, and as far as what he'll do to me is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you if you ever come near me again." I said it with so much venom that I surprised myself. I look up at Taker to his satisfied expression. I felt him lighten his grip a bit. One of the detectives interrupted. " Excuse me ma'am, but are you insinuating that you came with him willingly?" " Yes officer I did." I lied but I sure as hell wasn't about to get Taker and the entire Ministry thrown in jail. Taker let go of my arm completely, it was at that point that he trusted me Mike saw him let go and reached out and grabbed my other arm. He began to pull me away while yelling at the detectives. " She's lying! He's done something to her to make her say that." He turned to me at that point. " I don't care what he's done, but he's not going to get to finish you're my girl and no one else will take you away from me." His voice rang in my mind and so did Taker's. There was no escape from either one. There was one difference; Taker would always take care of me. Even if he never saw me as more than a possession that meant more than having Mike and his family insist that I always be perfect. I also felt like I belonged with Taker, he was always reading me, and gauging my reactions. I knew that as long as I pleased him my life would be fairly easy. Mike and his family were never happy with her they were always jumping down her throat making her life even more complicated. That's when I made the first of many decisions in my life. I wrenched out of Mike's grasp and reached back with everything I had and decked him. Pain instantly shot through my hand and arm when I made connection. I watched as Mike fell on the floor hands over his nose. I pulled my arm back and began to nurse it. " Crap I think I broke my hand!" " I think that bitch broke my nose!" I saw blood running through his fingers. Taker wrapped a protective arm around me as Vince and the rest of his crew ran up. All Vince did was glare at Taker. " I don't know what you did to her deadman, but you won't finish. I know what you want and you'll never get it. I'm going to personally see to it that she is returned to her family and your put away for good." He looked me up and down trying to find a weakness. Taker then handed me to the Acolytes and instructed them to take me to the car.
" No master" both knew what that meant and both could hardly wait. Turning his attention to the Brood, and Viscera " You four will take care of our loud mouth friend our anyone else that tries to stop us." All four nodded. With a wave of his hand he dismissed them all to prepare for his match. Christine had returned to her seat after the Ministry had left. Mike was excited that he had finally gotten their attention. " Do you see the way he was looking at us I could hardly believe it!" " Mike for starters he wasn't looking at us. He was looking at me. I know you have tickets for tomorrow night and all, but maybe it would be better if we just went home." " We have to come! I'm not going to give up now that I finally got them to notice me!" she rolled her eyes at this. They both watched as the matches continued till it was time for the main event. The lights went out and the bells once again tolled. " Oh yippie skippy! Here we go again." Mike started up as Taker made his way down to the ring, but instead of entering it he stopped right in front on the loud mouth, more specifically his next target. Christine felt as if her heart would stop right there. He peeled down the hood of his robe, and moved closer to her. She immediately dropped her eyes hoping to god that he would just move on. Instead he reached out and raised her chin with his hand almost forcing her to look at him. He then released her chin and very lightly caressed her cheek with his fingers. He then moved back and entered the ring to wait for his opponent. Mike simply looked at her as if she had grown two more heads. She wasn't paying attention for the rest of the night, she just wanted to go back to the hotel and forget the whole thing. Mike was still staring in disgust, and then he finally laid his opinions on her. " Why you?! You. You were just standing there. Not doing a damn thing to help!" " Maybe he was just trying to get your attention Mike." " How, by messing with you! I told you Chrissie there is nothing they can do. It's all an act!" Chrissie was starting to wonder. While she knew wrestling was fake, or at least most of it was faked The Undertaker, and his Ministry seemed too real. " Mike?" "What" " Why do you hate them so much? They never did anything to you." " I think that would be obvious. They're a bunch of freaks, not to mention they fact that perform satanic rituals on nationwide t.v. I'm all for freedom of Religion, but just cause they have the right doesn't mean that I want to see it." Chrissie rolled her eyes at that. She had known Mike since the third grade. He had never been like this, at least not till he went off to school. They sat the rest of the way in silence. Their hotel wasn't far from the arena, so they had simply hailed a cab after the show. Mideon and few of the other Ministry members had "borrowed" a cab in order to learn more about their next victim. He defiantly wasn't let down. What shocked him more was that "Mike" had no clue that they were in any danger. He assumed like pretty much everyone else it was an act. Chrissie on the other hand had sensed something was wrong. Mideon could see it in her eyes. He almost wanted to smack the crap out of her loud mouth friend when he had started to treat her like a child. He had gotten a good look at her earlier, and decided that she was pretty. Her hair was pulled back in a messy French twist. She wore a pair of jeans, and a tank top. No make up, and it was apparent that they had been traveling quite a bit. Mideon wondered what she would look like fully rested. It was obvious that she was trying to persuade Mike to shut up and leave Taker alone. When they got to the hotel Mike got out and left her the fare. "God He can be such an arrogant little bitch sometimes." Chrissie was more talking to herself than to anyone else. "Then why are you with him" "Excuse me?" " I know it's not my business but why are you with him if he upsets you so much?" Mideon could resist. He had finally gotten her alone, and needed to know her relationship to him. " Because he never acted this bad before." " How long have you two been together?" Chrissie raised her eyebrow at that question and then started to laugh. Mideon was very confused. " You thought we were dating? No way in hell would I date Michael Galyon. He's a good friend that I've had to put up with since third grade." She pulled out the fare and a little bit extra tip than normal. As she got out she handed him the money. " Thanks for the concern, and the ride hope you have a good night." He had notice Gangrel standing outside waiting, and then the other two Brood members waiting just on the inside. He watched as she hurried into the hotel with Brood not far behind. Returning to the arena he dropped the cab where he had found it, and got in the car that was waiting for him to return. Taker was sitting on one side with Paul in the middle. " What did you find out?" " Apparently they are not that close. She stated that they were merely good friends, however Michael is very doubtful that you will retaliate against him in anyway. He also seemed a bit upset about the fact that you approached her." Taker smirked at this "Did you learn her name?" " Yes he called her Chrissie in the car, which means that her full name is either Christina, or Christine. I dropped them at their hotel, and the Brood is learning which room they are in now." "Good. Did you find out if they would be returning for tomorrows show?" " They didn't say, but she did question him insulting us. It appears that she doesn't care for it. She seems to be suspect, almost fearful that you may try something." " What of her nature. How emotional was she." " She wasn't very emotional, as for her nature she seems very kind of heart, outgoing, and she is an excellent tipper." Taker raised an eyebrow at this. "Your positive that he thinks we won't retaliate?" " Yes Master, he told her not to worry that there was nothing we could do, and that it was all an act." "Then tomorrow we shall prove him wrong." Christine felt as if she was being watched. She moved down the corridor towards her room. When she got there she saw a note from Mike hanging on the door. Chrissie, Come see me when you get this. We have to talk. Mike " Oh God, what in the hell does he want now." She unlocked her room and threw her purse in before heading to Mike's room. She knocked several times before she had to kick at the door to get his attention. When he finally did open the door he was once again staring at her in disgust. " Where the fuck have you been?" " Excuse me? As I recall you were the one who walked off and stuck me with the cab fare." " That was ten minutes ago." Chrissie rolled her eyes. " Look I got the note now what did you want to talk about?" " I wanted to tell you to wear something a little more revealing tomorrow night." " Why so you can use me to get his attention. How do you know it wasn't a fluke?" Her temper was wearing thin. She wasn't about to help him out. She had agreed to come with him on this trip, but never to help him make an ass out of himself. " Because the first time when he was staring at you he watched you leave, when you so rudely ran off. Then Paul Bearer watched you the entire time that Taker was in the ring." " You said it was all an act though, what if they were just keeping up appearances. Besides, he probably does that all the time." Edge, Christian, and Gangrel stood around the corner, and listened to them argue. It was obvious that she did not wish to help him, and it was obvious she wanted nothing to do with the Ministry. " Did you bring anything with you that is a little bit more alluring?" " NO! I'm not going to put my ass on the line just so you can insult someone. Even if it's just an act it's still an dangerous one, and I'm not about to get hurt just because you want to yell at him." Before Mike could say another word she turned on her heel and headed straight back to her room. Chrissie slammed the door to her room and froze. Before her sat two men, each one smiling at her; She backed away from them and tried to get to the door when she saw a third member blocking her way out. She began to panic, she didn't know who these three were, or how they got in. But she knew that she had to get away. All three surrounded her, and forced her against the wall. They could all see that she was pure, and untouched. Taker would be incredibly pleased. What they hadn't counted on was the fact that she was pure of heart, and of soul. Gangrel looked into her eyes, and sensed her fear. " Relax little one. We're not here to harm you. We merely wish to thank you for attempting to silence your foolish friend." They then backed off and left her in silence. Gangrel went to Taker straight away. " Well what did you find out?" He was impatient. " He wished her to try and distract you but she would have no part in it. She has a great control on her emotions." " Is there anything else?" " Yes there is. She is pure." Taker looked up. " As in?" " As in body, heart, and soul." " This is an unexpected surprise. It seems we are going to get the better end of the deal." He dismissed everyone from his room to think about the next night. Part Two Mike and Christine sat in their seats at the show waiting for it to begin. She was happy that after this they would be going home. The show started with McMahon coming out to basically poke fun, and insult the Ministry. Mike cheered the whole way through. The show was almost over and there was no sign of the Undertaker. Chrissie was relieved. Of course Mike bitched about it. " Man our last night, and the bastard isn't going to show. Maybe I scared him off." " I doubt that Mike." Then the lights went down and out came the deadman. He's got a knack for doing that. They were in the same seats they had been the night before. Taker once again made his way towards Chrissie. Please let him go to someone else. Once again he took her chin in his hand forcing her to look at him. She immediately hid her eyes. He applied pressure to her chin forcing her to look at him again. She felt his eyes once again pierce her soul. He then looked at Mike. " Tell me boy. What would you do to save her?" Taker watched as her eyes grew big, and she jerked away from his grasp. She began to step back as if to run. Taker very quickly ordered the lights dropped. She was surrounded in total darkness, unable to see. She felt hands roughly grasp her arms. " What the .." Before she could finish a cloth was shoved over her nose and mouth. Mike couldn't see where she was, but he hopped to god that this wasn't real. Christine felt herself being dragged away. She was desperately trying to fight them but she gradually felt her body go limp, and then she lost consciousness. When she was successfully brought backstage the lights were once again raised, and to Mike's despair both Taker, and Christine were gone. When they returned to the hotel Taker waited for the Acolytes to bring the girl up. By now the loud mouth was realizing that this was not an act. The next morning Christine woke up to her head pounding. She made an attempt to sit up, but a pair of hands quickly pushed her back down. Her body was still under the affects of the drugs. She could hear voices around her, but she couldn't make them out. Once again she tried to sit up, but this time she wasn't stopped. She tried to rub her eyes but her hands wouldn't move. As she tugged harder Chrissie came to the realization that her hands had been tied behind her back. Then she remembered the previous night. She knew she had to escape there was no one in the room with her which meant it was the perfect opportunity. That is until she realized that her feet were a secured as her hands. " Crap" she heard the door open. She began to panic, particularly when the Undertaker stood before her. " Good Morning my dear. Glad to see you finally decided to awaken. We were getting quite worried." He said this with an evil smirk. All Chrissie could do was tremble. She knew she was in trouble. He studied her for a moment. She resembled a scared, lost, little child. He relished in the fact that he was making her tremble. " What, do people not say Good Morning where you're from?" He spoke this with mock seriousness Chrissie found a little of her voice. " No. No sir they do." " Well, I'm waiting?" " Good .Good Morning." This made him smile. She already feared him. She was also willing to cooperate, or at least at the moment she was. " What is your name?" He already knew, at least he knew her nickname. " My full name?" " Yes, What is it?" " Christine Elisabeth Parker" "How old are you?" " Twenty in May sir" " Do you know why you're here?" "I believe it may have something to do with a guy named Michael Galyon, and the fact that he has been a jackass to you." This made him smile. " But if I may ask why am I here instead of him." "Because my dear, he needs to pay for his error. Therefore I took away the one person that he valued the most. He's already spoken to the police, as well as Vince. Unfortunately for you I had other plans." He then moved over to the bed and sat upon it. This is the first time she had noticed that she was on the floor. " Now there are two ways we can go about this. The easy way or the hard way." " What's the difference?" She could feel the fear begin to rise again. The way he was talking wasn't encouraging. " The easy way is that you join me willingly, or the hard way is which you resist and I basically break you." Her eyes grew huge. " Break me?? As in torture me?" He snickered at her "As I said there is an easy way and a hard way. But it is entirely your choice. Of course you will only get this option once. When you make your decision it will be final. Either way you will join me, there is no escape." She lowered her head. He had just confirmed her worse fears, no escape. After a few moments she spoke up. " Out everyone there, why me? I'm no one special. I have nothing to offer you." He cut her off. " Oh you have plenty to offer me. You are incredibly special, it's not everyday that I can find someone who is pure of heart, soul, and body. That makes you very valuable to me. Now I will tell you this right now I don't care to repeat myself so I will only ask you for your answer once more if you don't not answer me I will make the decision for you and things will not be pleasant for you if I do." Chrissie considered her options it was either be put in a minimal amount of pain, or to be tortured. " I'll join you willingly." " Good Girl, you made very wise choice." Taker moved over to the door and admitted Paul. " Well? Will she help or does she need persuading?" Chrissie shuttered as he spoke. She could feel his eyes roaming over her body. " Pity the other's were looking forward to convincing her." Taker could see the gleam in his eyes. Paul could definitely see that she was a pure soul. " The higher power should be pleased. As you stated earlier Taker, it is a rarity to find one so pure at this stage in life." " Paul, inform the others that she is mine, and they are not to touch her. That includes you." Paul stood in shock. The others that had been brought in were given to the Ministry to have their fun. Of course that's all they were meant for. Taker obviously wished to protect her, and her power. She would be a very useful aid in their plans. Taker once again motioned to her. " Tell Mideon to bring some food for her. The last thing we need is her starving to death, and for god's sake find her something more suitable to wear. This simply won't do." Mike paced his around Vince McMahon's office like a man possessed. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The Ministry had taken his best friend, and he cursed himself for not listening to her. She had told him to shut up, and to just let them be. Of course he had thought it was an act; now Chrissie was paying for him. Vince could only watch, and hope to calm him down. " Mr. Galyon we will do everything we can to get her back. But by now it may be to late." " What in the hell are you talking about? They seriously wouldn't hurt her would they?" " The only way I can think of that she would be hurt at this point is if she resists them in anyway. The Undertaker had a motive in abducting her we just can't figure out why. You said that she's pretty straight arrow?" " Yeah she's the one that usually bails me out of shit like this." " Does she have any family?" " Not really, both her parents are dead. She lived with my family because my parents were her godparents." " What about any boyfriends, love interests?" " No, never. She's to shy to ask anyone out, and no one seems to notice her." Vince could begin to see why Taker wanted her. By that statement it was obvious that she was still a virgin. But Taker could find them pretty much anywhere. Granted Vince didn't know a great deal about the Ministry, or their practices but he did know that to find someone pure meant a great deal. Unfortunately the only way he could find out if she had a pure soul was to get near her, and right now that wasn't an option. Vince had lied about them hurting her, he figured it wouldn't do Mike any good to hear what they did someone, especially if they were refused. Of course all of their previous victims had been in the federation. Now they had someone outside of the Federation, someone who isn't trained to take bumps, or go through any type of punishment. God I hope she doesn't piss them off. Mikes concerns were growing. He had watched Taker perform other sacrifices and such before, and he knew that the more time passed the less likely they would be to getting her back. Don't worry Chrissie I'm coming. While Mideon had gone to fetch the Undertakers requests Taker sat in the room watching Chrissie. She could tell he was enjoying this. She hadn't noticed Taker had gotten up and was now standing in front of her till his shin blocked her view. She felt two very large hands grasp her shoulders and lift her up to his eye level. His eye's gazed into her soul again. She felt him wrap an arm around her waist. She looked down at his loose hand to notice that it had knife in it. Oh shit! I didn't think Mike had pissed him off to the point that he'd kill someone. He ran the knife down her arms considering whether or not to cut whatever was back there holding them together. " I'll make you a deal little one. You promise to be good and not runaway, or try to escape and I'll let you out of these. After all we're going to be spending a great deal of time together so I don't want to start on the wrong foot." I think you started on the wrong foot when you kidnapped me and forced me to betray my friend. I had to bite my lip from saying that. He hadn't done anything to hurt me yet and I didn't want to encourage it. I felt him squeeze until it became painful. " Its thoughts like that that will cause you trouble. Now will you behave yourself?" The only response that I could muster was a nod due to the fact that he was squeezing the life out of me. I felt him lift me up till me stomach rested on his shoulder he cut the bond on my feet then in one swift motion he dropped me on the bed. I watched him set the knife down on the table then turn back towards me. He just looked at me, his eyes scanning my form searching for something. I move over to me again he reached out a hand again till it was at my head. Then with one good pull my hair fell out of place and down my shoulders. His brow lifted when he saw just how long it was. Standing I knew that it reached the tops of my thighs, but sitting it was pooled around me on the bed. He reached over and picked up a loose strand. The sun was peaking through the blinds in the window highlighting it further. I had always been told that I had a rare color. It was definitely auburn, but the kicker was that I had natural blond highlights. His voice snapped me back to reality. " Is all of it natural?" indicating my hair " Do you mean the length, or the color?" " Both" " Then yes to both." He was sizing me up, probably deciding if he wanted to change anything. " What about your body? Have you had anything altered?" " No" Once again he seemed pleased, but knock at the door disrupted him. A man with stringy brown hair came in with a tray and a bundle of clothes. After looking at him closer I saw that he was the cab driver from the other night. " Don't look so surprised, and you're very welcome for the ride as long as I can say thanks for the information." He leaned closer to me " Your also very generous. If you hadn't of tipped well things might have been different for you." He set the tray and the bundle next to me bowed to Taker and left. Taker then removed the lid to show two plates of food. My mouth began to water at the very sight of food. It had been a while since I had eaten, but I remembered whom I was with and became very skeptical. My stomach on the other hand betrayed me by growling loudly. I glanced at the clothes, all black apparently this is what he meant by more appropriate. I began to nervously chew my lip as taker just stared at me. My hands were still behind my back, and he was right by me standing there looking at me like I was part of the meal. He reached out again and brushed my hair away from my arms, his huge hands again grasped them except this time I was placed with my back to him. I couldn't see what he was doing which made me even more nervous. I felt cold steel run down my arm again. If he was trying to intimidate me, it's working. Taker could hear her thoughts and sense her anxiety. He continued to run the blade down her arm, as he read her thoughts. He snickered when he heard her considering kicking Mikes ass when she got out of this. Once again he laughed to himself, one she had fight in her, which was good, the other was that she was thinking she would be released. He leaned down to her. " Now what makes you think that I'll let you go? I told you once before it's thoughts like that will cause you trouble. Though watching you beat your friend senseless would be enjoyable." He could feel her stiffen, and attempt to face him. " Face forward little one. It would be a shame to have to injure such tender skin." "They'll come for me. He won't stop till I'm safe, he's very protective." " He and his associates will fail." " What makes you so sure?" " Because you will stop them. You were given to me for a reason, and Now that I have you I have no intention of letting you get away." She started to shake again, and she felt her knees begin to give. He held tighter, once more he brought the knife down her arm stopping at her wrists. " Lets see if you are true to your word." With that he cut her hands loose, and let her fall to the floor. She turned to look at him moving her arms a bit. Her whole body was stiff she let the blood flow again. She had promised to be good, but all she wanted to do was run. He was studying her again with an evil smirk, she knew he was reading her thoughts but at this point she didn't care. He turned back to the tray, picking up one of the plates he turned to her and set it in front of her. " I suggest you eat little one. You will need your strength for later." "Later?" her voice was beginning to crack He simply had an evil smirk. He reached over to the bed and picked up the bundle. He then laid out the clothes. " You will change after you eat, and then we will join the others." He saw the look on her face. " For your sake I suggest you do not anger me. Things will get most unpleasant for you if you do." " What.what would anger you?" " Disobeying orders, resisting me, and attempting, or thinking of escape. I told Paul, and now I'll tell you. You are mine. I went through a great deal of trouble to capture, and provide for you. I will not have all that effort go to waste. Now eat!" Chrissie jumped at the last part. It was obvious that he enjoyed toying with her. For the past few hours he had done nothing but play mind games with her. Trying to confuse, and scare her into submission. She picked up a small piece of toast and began to nibble on it. He got a very satisfied grin on his face. She watched as he literally inhaled is food. Then got up and headed for the door. " I have to go discuss something with Paul. I expect you to be ready when I return." Part Three I watched him leave. Relief washed over me, I was finally alone. I snuck up to the door to look out to the peephole. I saw the cab driver leaning on the opposite wall watching the door. I walked back over to the clothes in dismay. I knew he wouldn't be gone to long, which meant no shower. I quickly got out of the clothes I was wearing I stared at them. I was closing that chapter of my life. I knew I wouldn't see Mike again, which only bothered me a little. Mike had always tried to keep track of me. He was my over bearing older brother. Then I thought of something. I had to go back to college in two weeks. How would I explain it! Mike and I had gone to the same college on purpose so we could be together. At that point I thought I needed him. I looked at the clothes on the bed. I grabbed the black pants on the bed. They were butter soft leather. They felt soft under my hands, and wonderful against my skin. Once I had them on I turned to the top. I frowned when I saw it was sleeveless which meant no bra. I removed my bra and slipped the top on very carefully. It laced in the back, which meant I needed help. I looked at the door and remembered the guy from the cab. I wrote him a note and slid it under the door. I figured it would be better than sticking my head out. I heard the door unlock and in he stepped. He made a little motion for me to turn around. He picked up the laces and threaded them through the holes. Once he finished he leaned forward just enough to whisper in her ear. " Exhale" I did as I was told. Before I could take another breath he cinched the laces and pulled the top tight. I hadn't notice that it was a corset. He tied the laces and tucked them into the back. I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. The corset sucked in my flab and pushed everything up. My breasts looked like they were about to pop out. I was trying to get used to breathing in the damn thing. I looked again and saw the nice hourglass figure it gave me. For the first time in my life I felt pretty. I have no clue why I just did. I looked at my bare feet and then at my Birkenstocks then back at my watcher. He noticed my plight. He walked over to the closet and pulled out some closed heeled shoes. "Here. There is something things in the bathroom for you as well. Your expected to look your best at all times. Now sit down. There is no way you'll be able to put on these indicating the shoes in that pointing to the corset. " He was amused, which meant she had done something right. She sat down on the bed and lifted her leg to his knee so he could put on the shoe. " Let's hope you do better than the others." "Others?" " You'll be told soon enough. That is if you pass." " Pass what?" He gave an evil little laugh " You'll see. But I some way I hope you fail so I can a little fun with you. I wouldn't mind having your little legs wrapped around me." Chrissie's mouth fell open. " What are you talking about?" her voice was getting shaky " If you fail then you will be given to rest of the Ministry." " And if pass?" He grimaced at this. " Then Taker will keep you for himself. But either way you will not stay a virgin for long. Taker only needs your soul to stay pure. Everything else can be corrupted." As he spoke he slipped the shoes on, then he lifted her off the bed and set her on her feet. " Now I suggest you finish getting ready. Master does not like to be kept waiting." He sat down in a chair and watched her. I moved towards the bathroom so I could finish up. I put on a small amount of make up on so I could hide the affects of the drugs. I pulled my bangs out of my face and left the rest down. I moved back out and sat in the chair opposite my watcher. He had a smirk on his face when he saw me. As he got up to pack everything else up he turned to look at me. " Master will be very pleased. He stated that we would be getting the better end of the deal, and he was correct." Chrissie's face burned at that. I heard the lock click and saw the door open. Taker entered with Paul on his heels. He apparently liked what he saw, because the sorrow expression on his face quickly went away. Paul was looking as well. It made my stomach turn slightly just to feel his eyes on me. I watched Paul's eyes as they moved all over my form and then settled on my breasts. I remembered how pronounced they were. Taker turned to my watchman and praised him. " Very well done Mideon, I am pleased. Is everything ready for our departure?" " Yes Master" " Excellent" his eyes found mine. " Will you and Paul make sure everything else gets down to the lobby? I'll see to our newest addition." The one he called Mideon gave me a glance getting a look before he and Paul let. Both were smiling as they walked out the door. Taker had approached me and was circling me like a hunter stalking its prey. He stopped behind me and ran his hands through my hair. Mideon's words were still running through my mind making me even uneasier. Taker could sense my unease and began to probe my mind. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he found what he wanted. His arm came possessively around me. His hand pressed me closer to him, while he continued to stroke my hair. His hand then moved my hair out of way. I felt electricity shoot down my spine and began to massage my neck. Taker could feel her unease, and instantly found the problem. He searched her mind to find the answer; there he found Mideon's words which only infuriated him. The entire Ministry had been informed that she would not be tested to the degree that the others had nor would she suffer their fate. Her body was very stiff and tense. He needed her relaxed. Vince had staked out two detectives at their hotel. When the detectives had given Vince conformation of seeing members of the Ministry Vince and Mike had come straight over the retrieve Christine. He could feel her enjoying him stroking her hair so he began to rub her neck to get her relaxed. She let out a very contented sigh as he moved down her neck. He looked at the clock and saw it was time to go. He heard her whimper a protest when stopped, and let go of her. He walked over and picked up a sheer ¾ length cover. She took it from him and slipped it on. " Come little one. It is time for you to join the others." He reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her to him. Taker placed the key on the table and checked to ensure nothing had been left behind. When that was finished they walked out the door and headed for the elevators. " You two are positive that they're hear?" Vince was berating the two detectives when he saw the Ministry minus the Undertaker step out of the elevator. Mike went on alert as he saw that Chrissie wasn't with them either. " He's probably still with her. God only knows what they did to her." Mike was livid. His family would be furious that he had managed to get her kidnapped by a bunch of psycho's. " It's doubtful they did anything to her here. It's to public, but if they get her somewhere more secluded." Vince trailed off as he watched them load up one of the cars and take off. The Acolytes had remained and headed back up to escort Taker back down. Vince knew that they only did that when there was an outsider with him. Now it was just a matter of time. Sure enough about ten minutes later the Acolytes stepped out of the elevator with Undertaker hauling the girl with him. Taker had a death grip on her arm and wasn't going to give her up easily. Mike reacted before Vince could stop him. " Chrissie!!" Taker tightened his grip on her when he saw her friend approach. He waved off the Acolytes letting the boy come near. I heard Mikes voice and began to panic; I felt Taker tighten his grip till it began painful. I took it as a warning, and watched Mike approach. Two plain- clothes detectives quickly followed Mike. He reached out to grab my other arm and I lent into Taker to get away from him. I had already been told I couldn't escape, and I was still pissed at Mike for getting me into this. " Chrissie, it's me its Mike. I've come to save you." I lost my hold on my temper at this point. " I know who you are and I have no intention of going with you. It's your fault this happened and it's time you had to pay for your big fat mouth. Even if that means that I have to go down for it to happen." " Have you gone completely nuts? Do you have any idea who you're with let alone what he'll do to you once he gets you somewhere secluded." I ignored the first part." Yes Mike I know exactly who I'm with, and as far as what he'll do to me is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you if you ever come near me again." I said it with so much venom that I surprised myself. I look up at Taker to his satisfied expression. I felt him lighten his grip a bit. One of the detectives interrupted. " Excuse me ma'am, but are you insinuating that you came with him willingly?" " Yes officer I did." I lied but I sure as hell wasn't about to get Taker and the entire Ministry thrown in jail. Taker let go of my arm completely, it was at that point that he trusted me Mike saw him let go and reached out and grabbed my other arm. He began to pull me away while yelling at the detectives. " She's lying! He's done something to her to make her say that." He turned to me at that point. " I don't care what he's done, but he's not going to get to finish you're my girl and no one else will take you away from me." His voice rang in my mind and so did Taker's. There was no escape from either one. There was one difference; Taker would always take care of me. Even if he never saw me as more than a possession that meant more than having Mike and his family insist that I always be perfect. I also felt like I belonged with Taker, he was always reading me, and gauging my reactions. I knew that as long as I pleased him my life would be fairly easy. Mike and his family were never happy with her they were always jumping down her throat making her life even more complicated. That's when I made the first of many decisions in my life. I wrenched out of Mike's grasp and reached back with everything I had and decked him. Pain instantly shot through my hand and arm when I made connection. I watched as Mike fell on the floor hands over his nose. I pulled my arm back and began to nurse it. " Crap I think I broke my hand!" " I think that bitch broke my nose!" I saw blood running through his fingers. Taker wrapped a protective arm around me as Vince and the rest of his crew ran up. All Vince did was glare at Taker. " I don't know what you did to her deadman, but you won't finish. I know what you want and you'll never get it. I'm going to personally see to it that she is returned to her family and your put away for good." He looked me up and down trying to find a weakness. Taker then handed me to the Acolytes and instructed them to take me to the car.