Chapter 1-Helpless
December 5th,1995.
I love the Undertaker with all my heart. I've been a fan of his for 17 years. This story was inspired from a dream I had.
"No, please. Don't. Please Stop." She pleaded. "Shut up" He said thrusting harder. She was being raped.
-2 Hours Earlier-
Mark saw her from across the bar, she was a pretty young girl. She had black hair with red streaks. She was about 5'8 she wasn't completley muscle but she was in shape. She had a big smile and a laugh that would make the most unhappy person smile. She was sitting alone, drinking what looked to be a cosmo or some other girlie drink. He was single, he was almost 7' tall, he had jet black hair and a goatee that was in the shape of an upside down triangle. He was dressed in all black and still had his eyeliner on from the house show earlier. He looked like a gothic biker. He looked mean but would never hurt anyone outside of the ring unless they threatened him or his friends. He would definatley never hurt a woman in any way shape or form, while he was sober, and probly not when he was drunk either. Unless he was under the influence of a drug that he had never taken before, a drug that was slipped into his drink. "Hey Mark, come here" One of his fellow wrestlers said. He nodded and got up without taking his beer. Everyone knows not to leave your drink alone, wether your a man or a woman.
A young, cocky wrestler snuck over to Mark's drink. He was pissed and wanted revenge. He slipped a small pill into his drink. When Mark returned to the bar, he grabbed his beer. He didn't notice it was fizzing. He saw the pretty young girl and he caught her eye this time. She quickly looked away. He drank the rest of his beer rather quickly and walked over to her. When he got up he was a little dizzy. He figured it was just from drinking to fast.
"Hey, how ya doing?" He asked her as she was sipping her pretty pink drink. She looked up and smiled. "Good, just having a drink waiting for my mom." "I'm Mark." He said reaching out his hand. She shook it,"I'm Sophie." He smiled, he began to feel weird. He stumbled a bit. Sophie giggled a bit under her breath. "You ok?" She asked. Mark smiled,"Yeah." He rubbed his eyes, "Uhh, I hate to put you on the spot but is there any chance, I could get a ride to the Hilton down the street." He asked. She looked at him a little weird, but she's used to being around big guys. "Sure I know where that's at." She said. She grabbed her keys and they went to her car. I'm sure you all know who Mark is by now. Sophie was not a wrestling fan so she had no clue.
Traffic was very thick that night. It took 30 minutes to go 5 blocks. "So are you from, where the hell are we?" He said. He sounded confused. "Knoxville, Tennessee, and yes I am from around here. I live a couple miles away." She said. Every stop light took forever to get through. "She was getting a little worried about Mark, he was swinging his head back and fourth and his eyes were darting all over the place. He lunged at her, "no!!" She screamed. There was noone out there to help her. He ripped her pants off. "No!!" He was so strong, stronger than usual. "Mark please stop." She said hitting him. He put himself inside her and she screamed from the pain. "Owww, stop your hurting me." She cried. He wasn't stopping. All she could do was lay there. He stopped and got out of the car. He stumbled to the door and went inside. Sophie sat in her car, she screamed and cried. That's all she could really do. She drove away and picked up her mom. She never said a word.
When she got home she took a shower to wash off the blood and climbed into bed with her husband. It wouldn't be very long before he found out. Who was he? You'll have to wait till next chapter.