Readers: Ok so I've got another suspenseful story for you =) I hope you all enjoy it. For those of you who gave me other ideas, I really appreciate them and I'll try to get to them soon =) I don't own any WWE characters in this story!

Prologue

"Wake up….wake up little girl…"

I didn't recognize the voice calling to me in the dark, but I was certain that I was nowhere near my family or my friends. In fact, the last thing I remembered was leaving my job and heading to my car. The next thing I knew, I was grabbed by a much larger man and dragged across the parking lot to a truck, or maybe it was a car… I couldn't remember after that point.

My head was pounding as I opened my eyes to a bright light shining directly into my eyes. I could feel that I was tied to a wooden chair and was wearing very loose clothing.

"H-hello?" I called out. "Who's there?"

I heard a deep laugh before someone grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back. I screamed and closed my eyes so unsure of what was going on.

"Open her eyes you idiot!" Another guy spat.

Without thinking I opened my eyes trying to see if I would recognize these men. Just as I did it, one of them put these drops in my eye that instantly blurred my vision.

"Hey! I can't see!" I cried. "What did you do to me?"

I heard a few other men laughing, instantly scaring the living daylights out of me. Who in the hell were these guys and what did they want with me?

"Hahahah that's the whole point of it girlie. You see, your uncle thinks he can hide from me…but I won't rest until he comes out of retirement and faces me."

I shook my head, "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

The man released my hair and began walking around me while the other guys snickered. I was so afraid of the position I was in, so worried that these men were going to seriously hurt me. I didn't know what they wanted with my Uncle Dave or who they thought he was. Maybe I didn't know him myself…

These men ended up torturing me for three days straight. I was constantly blinded, thrown into cold rooms with barley any clothing, and sometimes hit and kicked. I didn't understand why this was happening to me or when it would end.

On the third day, I was laying in a dark room all alone, when I heard someone sneak into the room. I laid still thinking it was one of the men trying to do further harm to me. The guy placed a warm blanket over my body and then picked me up in his arms. I still couldn't see anything at that point, but a few moments later I heard policemen and sirens all around me. The man handed me off to the paramedics and…I never got a chance to see him or at least thank him for saving me. I sure hope I get that chance.