Rey opened his eyes, blinking a little as he did, wincing. He had a dull headache but it was nothing he wasn't used to. It was dark in the room...damn dark. He cast his eyes around a minute, blinking, taking in his surroundings as best he could with his remaining senses. He was in bed, he could tell that much...there was a pillow under his head that was about the thickness he usually preferred, somewhat heavy blankets over him but with that dull musty-clean scent that pretty much said "hotel bed". And considering what he did for a living, that was a good bet.
It wasn't quite right, though. The air didn't smell right. He didn't frequent the Hilton hotels or anything, but this place smelled like a hovel. He kept his price range reasonable but he never stayed in dirty hotels. Not to mention that he couldn't readily make out a window and what hotel room didn't have one of those massive windows with that annoying gas light right outside?
Plus there was the fact he still had his mask on.
"What in hell...?" he murmured, reaching up to touch his face, and hesitating when he was aware of an unfamiliar weight on his wrist. He pulled his arms out from under the blanket and blinked when he heard faint sounds of metal clinking, along with the weight on both wrists. He held his arms up a moment, then carefully used his left hand to probe at his right wrist, eyes wide in the dark when he felt a thick metal band with a chain attached. He let his hand run along the length of thick chain as far as he could, then examined his left wrist the same way and finding the same thing. Apparently, his wrists were chained together, but with enough slack that they weren't really restrained in anyway...just...held.
Rey slowly sat up, turning to slip his feet out of bed, and gasping a little when he felt the same weight on his ankles. He turned so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and leaned down, feeling along, at the same time noticing that he was dressed in what felt like a t-shirt and jeans, bare-footed. He could feel the same heavy cuffs and chains on his feet, but swinging his legs made him realize that there was a similar length as well...again, not really restraining his motion, just being there.
"What is this?" Rey murmured aloud, standing from the bed, feeling what he swore was soil under his feet, which just further confused him. Where was he? He held his hands out in front of him, moving forward carefully, going only a couple of steps until he felt a wall. He kept his hands on it, moving until he felt the corner of the room, then stood there, facing the corner, feeling the wall. He decided after a moment that it was wallpapered...it felt smooth and he couldn't otherwise recognize the texture...then he turned and put his back into the corner, still trying to see through the absolute blackness.
The last thing he could remember was leaving a house show. He'd wrestled Nunzio, nothing special there. He'd come in the back, chatted with the Mexicools a bit, showered, put on the clothes he was wearing now...although he'd been wearing shoes, too...and gone out to the parking lot to look for his car. Then...then...nothing. Here. So something had happened in the parking lot.
Rey continued along the wall, looking for...something. Another piece of furniture, a phone, a door...anything. But the texture remained smooth and there was no change he could feel...no visible light, no nothing. Where was the door? How was he in a room with no door? Judging from the length of the wall, he could guess it was also a fairly large room...with a dirt floor and no doors?
"Hello?" he called out, trying to keep any sort of tremble from his voice. "Hello? Can anyone hear me? Hello? Where am I?"
A dim light flicked on, but even it was enough to make slam his eyes closed and cover his face. He slowly peeked between his fingers as he adjusted, staring at the contents of his room. The walls weren't wallpapered at all, but were made of flat concrete...and the floor was a dry, sandy red soil. The king-sized bed was almost directly across from him, and the ceiling, about ten feet high, seemed to be made of wooden planks. And on the wall he hadn't gotten to yet, there was a flight of wooden stairs that led up to a closed wooden door. Aside from that, there was nothing in the room at all...no chairs or furniture or anything except for the large bed. "What's going on? Where am I?" Rey called again, moving towards the stairs, the chains for his ankles dragging in the dirt behind him.
He could hear movement above his head, and he froze, looking up towards the ceiling, listening. Footsteps...definitely sounded like footsteps. Heavy ones, too. Which meant there were people up there. And judging from the general shoddiness of his location, maybe this was a basement of some kind. He hurried to the stairs and headed up them, stepping carefully to avoid tripping over the chains on his ankles. He grasped the doorknob, trying to twist it a couple times, but the door was locked and there was no give. He hesitated, then knocked at the door. "Hello? Is there anyone out there? Hello!"
The movement ceased, and he leaned against the door, pressing his ear to it to try and listen. There was nothing but silence and a faint humming coming through the door, as though there was something mechanical about it. He stepped back a bit, then tried ramming his shoulder into it, grunting hard when he just about bounced off, almost falling off the step he was standing on.
"Someone open the door! Let me out of here! Please!" Rey yelled, pounding on the door with his fist, wincing at the chain rattling as he did. "Hello? Somebody? Somebody let me out of here! Help! Somebody open the door!"
The light suddenly flicked off again, and Rey gasped, dropping to all fours and holding onto the stairs, blinking in the all-consuming darkness. He couldn't see even a sliver of light coming through from where the door was, and he didn't hear even a hint of sound now. He barely suppressed a small whimper of fear...where the hell was he and what was going on? He stayed down so he could feel his way carefully down the stairs, wincing a bit as he moved. He felt a tug on his foot and grunted, the chain having caught on a stair, and it took him a minute to find the snag and pull it loose before he made it back to the floor and felt safe to stand up again.
He chewed his lip hard as he stared in the direction he thought the bed was in, turning and starting to move towards it, sliding his feet carefully and holding out his hands in front of him. It unnerved him that there was no sense of time...he didn't know what time it was or even what day it was...or month or year...
Stop that shit, Rey, you know pretty damn well you weren't out for months or years. Probably not even days. Probably just a couple hours.
Still...it was disorienting. He jumped when his foot touched the bed, and he leaned forward, crawling onto the bed and laying down in the middle of it, casting his eyes around the room, hoping to find any sort of clue. There was nothing, though...no relief to the complete, unyielding blackness...no sign of where he had ended up, why he was here, who was responsible for putting him in this place...and who was up there now. He shivered faintly, reaching for the blankets and burrowing himself under them, curling up, trying to ignore the feeling of the chains where they touched him.
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Rey was almost startled when his eyes shot open again, and he was bewildered for a moment when it seemed that his vision hadn't returned. After a moment, he remembered, and he moved to sit up, grunting when something seemed to prevent it. He froze where he was, blinking fast, then tried shifting his body, but he seemed to be constricted in some way...he couldn't raise his arms or bring his legs apart even though he could squirm a bit. He gasped softly, straining some, trying to force himself out of his position on his back, his arms pinned tight against his sides, but he couldn't move. "Hey...hey! Someone...what's going on? Let me go!"
The light flicked back on again, and Rey winced, blinking against it. He could see now that the light source was coming from a single bare bulb dangling from the ceiling, with cobwebs apparent all along it. He glanced up towards the ceiling, then at the door, still struggling slightly, trying to free himself. He looked down and could see that it looked like his arms were tied against his side with wide straps of worn leather and his legs were wrapped in it as well...and the chains were still connected to his feet and wrists. He arched his back hard, trying to strain against the bonds, then fell back against the bed, panting a little, shaking his head some.
"Hello! Is someone out there? Oh God..." Rey looked around the room again. "This can't be happening to me...oh my God...HELLO! Somebody! Help me!"
He heard the creaking again, as of someone walking above his head, and he panted a little, still squirming against the bonds. The sound was moving the direction of the stairs and the door, and he watched, chewing his lip. Please...please God, let this be someone who can help me...
The door creaked open the barest amount, and Rey turned his head as far as he could, trying to see who was coming. "H-hello? Who are you? Help me!"
The door swung inward, but Rey could only make out a silhouette from the light blaring in from behind the person. He chewed his lip, pressing back against the bed, shaking his head a little as he heard a faint chuckle.
"My, my my...look at what I've got here..."
Rey gasped as the person started down the stairs, eyes widening when they stepped out of the blaring light, and he recognized the huge frame, the glaring blank eye, the sneering laugh..."Oh my God..."
Kane sneered as he made his way down the stairs, tilting his head back a bit as he did. "Well, well...Rey Mysterio, here and in the flesh. What a lucky, lucky find for me. Look like you're all ready to see me, too."
"Get away from me!" Rey yelped, struggling harder, trying to squirm his way off the bed. "Don't you touch me!"
Kane only laughed again as he hopped off the bottom step, swaggering his way carelessly to the side of the bed, rubbing his hands together like the villain in an old black and white movie. "Oh, Rey, Rey...see, the thing of it is, the reason you're here..." Kane tilted his head back, chuckling some as he clapped his hands together, then he looked back down. "You're here specifically because I want to touch you."
Rey's eyes, if possible, widened even more, and he pressed himself back into the bed. "No."
"Awww…now what's the matter, Rey-Rey? Don't you like me?" Kane reached down, grabbing Rey by the face and hauling him up so that they were eye-to-eye, holding him as though he were going to kiss him. "I think you could do a lot worse than me, little man."
"Let go of me!" Rey grunted, struggling harder, trying to pull away. He tried not to show how desperate his movements were, trying to pull his legs apart, get his arms up, do something, but the leather straps wrapped around him were too strong to break and too tight to wiggle out of, and he knew he was visibly wriggling, even though every part of him was trapped by the enormous madman sitting next to him.
Kane, for his part, only chuckled at his efforts. "Awww…what's wrong, little Rey? Don't you want to be here with me? I thought you would be the type to like this sort of thing…"
"Let me GO!" Rey screamed, throwing his head back and forth, managing to dislodge his head from Kane's hands, but only falling back against the bed, not any safer for the slight distance he'd put between them. "Get away from me!"
Kane just smirked down at him, reaching out to put a hand on Rey's chest, splaying it out easily across the thin cloth of Rey's shirt. "I'm afraid I just don't want to do that, Rey. You see…" Kane shifted a bit to lean over him, Rey pressing himself back into the mattress to try desperately to avoid him. "You've intrigued me these last few weeks, little Rey."
"Get AWAY from me…" Rey gasped out again, still recognizing the futility even as he got the words out. "Get away!"
Kane just smirked, standing, bracing himself by the hand on Rey's chest, pressing him down into the mattress again. "As you wish, then, my little Rey. Just remember that you asked to be left…alone…" Kane laughed again, turning his back and starting up the stairs. Rey stared after him as he reached the top of the wooden stairs, and the bare bulb abruptly winked out. Rey winced as the light from the doorway was the only illumination left, putting Kane back into silhouette.
"Good night, little Rey," the larger man called back to him, and he stepped through, pulling the door shut, and collapsing the room back into blackness.
Oh God, oh please God no...Rey thought, shivering some. Not him...anyone but him...anywhere but here, God, please...
No one answered him…nothing remained but the dark and the silence, and the faint sounds of his own terrified breathing.