I own nothing, just Rue. Rated M for a reason, lots of sexual content and violence. This story is set back in 1999, or at least starts back in 1999, L.O.D. Era ^^ The title and the story itself is thanks to excessive listening to the song 'S.O.S. Anything But Love' by Apocalyptica featuring Cristina Scabbia.

CHAPTER 1

She fingered the black velvet collar around her throat, listening idly as Lisa filled her in on her latest date with Kip, of all people. But her mind wasn't on the conversation. It was on the night before; her black eyebrows drawing together almost as if in pain.

There had been pain, oh yes, but intense pleasure as well.

Sometimes, during normal; ordinary moments such as these she had to wonder what she was doing, what she was being let done to her.

Abusive. Sick. Twisted. Hellish. Heavenly. Agony. Bliss.

All these words described it.

Hate fueled passion seemingly. She had everything she wanted. Almost.

He gave her beautiful things she didn't want. Tender words they both knew he didn't mean. It was a game. She was the possession and he was the possessor.

God help her, she couldn't walk away and reach for that normalcy she knew would be so much healthier for her.

"Huh?"

"I said Kip has a ten foot penis, haven't you listened to a word I've said?"

"Um, no, not really."

***

He watched her from a distance, hearing Lisa's annoying mouth; a sneer on his sensual lips. The woman drove him mad, he wondered how his unwilling lover could stand it. Crossing his massive; heavily tattooed arms over his chest, he arched a black eyebrow. Then he cleared his throat, getting her attention. All he did was crook a finger at her.

And she came to him. She always did.

He didn't spare Lisa a backward glance as he led her away.

"I have to be out there in ten minutes for Trip's match." Rue said flatly, staring up at him for a long moment. Those green eyes had been what lured her in. they were so intense, so fucking intense. She adjusted the hem of her vertically striped black and green skirt, wearing a matching corset top and black heeled boots. Her black hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, maybe not the best of ideas because he reached out and grabbed it; forcing her head back.

"Is THAT right?" 'Taker rumbled in a dark, demonic tone; twisting the ponytail almost violently around his fist until her back was beginning to bow, her hands on his chest. "Who said you could touch me?" He demanded, shoving her hands away from him, like she was something disgusting and filthy. "Who do you belong too?"

"You, I belong to you." Rue whispered, both hating and wanting him at the same time. She both feared and yearned for him, knowing he could either take her to unknown heights of pleasure of the very worst kind of pain imaginable. He used her as a whore, made her do things that would make the most hardened of streetwalkers cringe; took the pain he inflicted on her.

She was thoroughly his.

"That's right, my delicious little toy, you belong to me." He said tonelessly, acid eyes flashing. Snorting, he pushed her away. "You know where to find me when you've finished. Don't disappoint me."

Rue watched him walk away for a moment, fighting down the conflicting feelings before hurrying off to find Hunter. "Hey Trips." She greeted, all smiles now. She grinned when he tugged on her ponytail, trying not to compare him with 'Taker. "Hey, don't muss it, sugar; it's too pretty." She leaned against his arm, wondering when this Corporation bullshit was going to end. She missed the old, straight up DX without the added politics.

"Looking good, honey." Trips –or Paul by everyone who wanted to truly annoy him- smirked down at her, yanking again; laughing when she slapped his chest. They had been friends ever since she joined the company, having been paired with DeGeneration X thanks to Vince's brilliance. He was in agreement, this Corporation bullshit was getting old and he hated being caught up in it. What pissed him off all the more was the fact that rumors were swirling that they'd soon be joining up with the Ministry. "You ready for this?"

"I'm always ready." Rue replied cockily, smirking. Her attitude matched his and Shawn's which is why she had made the perfect addition to DX. Though if the Ministry and Corporation joined together… Inwardly cringing, Rue knew that would be the end of her good times.

Sighing, she got into place besides Hunter; ignoring the approaching Corporation. Of course, time to go out and listen to Shane run his mouth.

Fun, fun, fun.

Several long moments later, they stood in the ring with the Corporation, looking menacing though on the inside; the DX trio were bored as hell.

What was the POINT of them being out there?

They had better things to do.

Like finding the lost city of Atlantis or something.

Hunter kept his arm wrapped around Rue, feeling her leaning into him and hoped she wasn't finally asleep as Shane droned on, and on, and on.

Though when the lights went out, they all perked right up.

The Ministry stormed the ring, finally some action!

Rue slid out of the ring alongside Shane. He was too 'valuable' and she was mostly an interference sort of gal. She could scrap, just not so well with the boys. Her blue eyes narrowed as she watched the fight intently. When Hunter got a fist to the jaw from 'Taker, she grabbed 'Taker by his leg and held on.

The minute Hunter took 'Taker's head off, she let go, backing away.

Was she out of her mind? 'Taker thought angrily, growling as he rammed Hunter's head –face first- into the turnbuckle. That was quickly followed up by him sending Hunter flying over the top rope and down crashing into the steel steps; snapping his head to the side to fix her with a deadly stare.

Rue belonged to him and that would not change, not even when they were on television.

She could only watch as he started making his way out of the room; her eyes widening when his feet hit the mats. He crooked his finger at her, making her wonder if he was out of his mind.

A second later the arena went pitch black, her scream lingering in the air long after the lights had returned. The Undertaker and Rue were gone.

***

"'Taker, what the hell?" Rue snapped when they were backstage, trying to pull her arm out of his iron grip. One thing she did not do was let her real life drama cross over into her professional life and he had just blown that completely out of the water.

His hold on her arm tightened even more; ignoring her hiss of pain. "You were saying?" He demanded angrily; all but dragging her into the Ministry's locker room. He slammed the door shut behind them; releasing her as his venomous green eyes stared holes through her. "On your knees." He ordered gravely.

Automatically, she kneeled down in front of him; resting on her calves and ignored how uncomfortably the stiff boots she wore made it. Her blue eyes never left him, watching as he purposely played with the front of his tights. Rue swallowed hard, her arm throbbing; knowing there was undoubtedly already a bruise there.

Bruised or not, she was going to suffer his wrath for her little stunt out in the ring. Slowly, he undid his tight; pushing them just below his hips.

Rue swallowed hard, trying not to turn her head away when she felt his cock brushing against her lips. She did wince though when he yanked the ponytail from her hair; feeling his hand entangling itself in her tresses.

"You know what to do." 'Taker rumbled, meeting her eyes.

She could do this in her sleep; instantly leaning forward and taking him into her mouth; her eyes never leaving his. Rue could feel his fists pulling her hair, knowing he would wind up using her locks as a bridle of sorts. Closing her eyes, she moaned around him; sucking and licking for all she was worth, knowing better than to touch him with anything but her mouth.

His mouth was a thinly compressed line, the only signs he was enjoying this were the darkening of his eyes and the slight flare of his nostrils. She was such a good little cocksucker; taking him deep in her throat with practiced ease, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

Forcing herself to breathe through her nose though it was hard to do as her nose was crushed against him, Rue tried not to choke as he came; swallowing frantically. When she felt him sliding from her mouth; she pulled away and licked her lips clean, her eyes flitting up to his face.

The expression on his face was pure satisfaction, at least until he met her stare. Then his lips curved into a half snarl, half smirk as he pulled his tights back up. "Taste good?" He spat at her; snorting when Rue's head automatically dropped. "Go get your things." He ordered, stepping away from her. "You've still got a lot to make up for, pet."

"I did my job." Rue said coldly, getting up onto her shaking legs; cheeks still flushed. Only he could make her feel like trash for sucking him off when he was the one who made her do it. "You broke script." She added, blue eyes narrowing and held out her bruised arm.

When he just snorted, she walked out of the room. She already knew she'd be at his room tonight, she always was; no matter how angry she was.

Since when did that bitch leave without permission? 'Taker's eyes narrowed as well, shaking his head and knew she was going to have to be made to pay for that as well. The insolent little whore. Who the hell did she think she was dealing with?

He was the Lord of Darkness, the Reaper, the man who everyone feared and all she was, was his possession; a toy to do as he pleased with until he grew bored. Then he would cast her aside like the trash he knew she was and find someone else to entertain him.

He told her he loved her but they both knew that wasn't the truth. It was all about possession, about breaking her down physically and mentally, emotionally destroying her. It was about leaving her nothing but a broken shell of a being; so wrapped up in him she couldn't function without him.

Green orbs flashing at the deliciously evil thought, he exited the room.

***

Rue rubbed her forehead as she walked; knowing what he was trying to do. Sometimes it seemed like he had almost broken her, almost taken what was left of her spirit. But the fire that burned in her refused to die, she refused to be broken. She knew he didn't love her, she knew on some sick level though; she loved him.

Frowning, she walked faster when she spotted 'Taker's half brother Kane watching her. She didn't need a repeat performance of last week's incident where 'Taker had watched as she pleasured Kane, no thank you. It didn't help that Kane was likely to kill her as anything else, the man was unstable.

"Hey, we're going out!" Lisa trilled when Rue walked into the women's dressing room; throwing over Rue's leather jacket. "YOU are GOING! It'll be fun!"

Kane's eyes narrowed as he listened to Lisa trying to convince Rue to go out; a wicked smirk curving his lips beneath the mask he wore. Last week had been… wonderful. Though at first he had found his brother watching them a bit disturbing, just at first though.

"Just, let me go back to the hotel and get a shower, and change." Rue finally caved, knowing 'Taker would be pissed but at the same time, she somehow needed to show him she wasn't broken yet, that she still had her free will.

So long as she wasn't around him at any rate.

Linking her arm through her friend's as they walked out to the rental they were sharing, Lisa began chatting idly. They also usually shared a room though Lisa knew Rue hardly ever got in until late and she knew better then to ask. "You should ask Paul to come."

"Trips? Why?"

"Honey, are you blind? He digs you, like, almost as much as he digs wrestling!"

"Oh now I KNOW you're lying. Besides, I'm… kinda spoken for."

***

'Taker watched from his hotel room window as Lisa and Rue walked out to the parking lot. Growling; his grip on the glass of Jack Daniels in his hand tightened. She should have been with him, the bitch was defying him! Angrily, he took in the black tank dress she wore; it hugged her every curve and sneered. No doubt out whoring for someone else. Well, she would come to him sooner or later and when she did, she would suffer.