Emily had no clue why Stephanie had suddenly called her into her office. The call came from out of nowhere and Stephanie had sounded as if something was wrong over the phone. It wasn't as if Emily was scared or anything. She and Stephanie had always had a good bond but she could see on Stephanie's face that something was wrong as she stood there in her office.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked.
"I'm so sorry, Emily. I had no idea. My father kept it a secret right up until five minutes before I called you," Stephanie said.
"What is it?" Emily asked.
"Punk's back," Stephanie answered.

Emily swallowed hard as she took in those two words. Punk's back. She never thought she'd see him again after he walked out of the company six months earlier. Him walking away gave her the chance to finally escape him and Stephanie had been her main support in that decision.

"Can I be released?" She asked before she could even think it through.
"I knew you'd ask that so I already asked my father and he said no. You know how he is. He follows the money," Stephanie said.
"And if I just walk away?" Emily asked.
"Can you afford the law suit he's gonna throw at you?" Stephanie asked.

Emily sighed. She couldn't. She wasn't paid enough to go through the kind of law suit Vince would drag her through. She had no other option than to stay until her contract expired.

"I still got a year left," she said lowly.
"I know," Stephanie gave her an apologizing look. "But I've done everything I can to keep him away from you. Your matches won't be put back to back and Punk knows he's not allowed near you unless it's a matter of life or death."
"Thank you," Emily said.

She knew they were empty words, yet she had no other choice than to believe them. If Punk truly wanted his hands on her again, there was no stopping him. It was just how this business worked.

"You know you can always come to me, right?" Stephanie asked.
"I know," Emily nodded. "And I'm not the same woman I was six months ago. I'm not his victim anymore. I'm stronger."
"I know, Emily. You worked so hard to get to this point and I'm proud of you. Don't let him take that away from you again," Stephanie said.

She walked down the hallway, having just left Stephanie's office. Her thoughts were running wild. Punk was back. She was anything but happy about that. She knew he was angry that she managed to get away from him even though he hadn't reached out to her in a long time.

She looked up as she saw someone walking towards her in the hallway. Three figures dressed in black. The Shield. As always they looked intimidating and most times they liked to play around with the women backstage and she hadn't always walked free from their shenanigans either but she saw them as harmless. She had been through hell with Punk. Roman, Seth and Dean seemed like annoying boys in a playground compared to Punk.

All three of them smirked as they approached her and she moved to the side to pass them quickly. She thought she was in the clear when she felt strong arms go under her arms, pulling her back against a hard chest and spinning her around. She came face to face with Seth and Dean so it could only be Roman holding her back.

"Where are you going so fast?" Seth asked.
"I got a match," she answered.
"Oh, you do?" Seth asked.
"That's gonna be the least of your worries tonight," Roman said from behind her.

Something about this whole thing felt different. They didn't usually hold her back like this and the tone in their voices made her feel uneasy. Dean took a step forward and grabbed her jaw, squeezing it a little too tightly.

"Things are about to change around here," he said warningly.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Just you wait, sugar. Things are about to change a whole lot," he said.

With those words Roman let go off her arms and they continued walking down the hallway away from her without looking back at her at all. She stared at them for a few seconds, wondering what that was all about, until someone called her name to let her know her match was about to take place.

She didn't think before walking into her match against Asuka that she would actually win but she sure as hell would give it her best shot. The match had been going on for a while and she held Asuka's head locked in her arms while her knee pushed up into Asuka's stomach again and again, moving them both towards the turnbuckle with each strike. Asuka stood dazed up against the turnbuckle, only holding herself up by her arms on the top rope. Emily moved to the middle of the ring before running towards Asuka to hit her with a running high knee. In the last second Asuka moved to the side while getting her hands under Emily, pushing her upwards so she went over the top rope. She crashed down on her stomach on the stairs, momentarily getting the air knocked out of her, slowly rolling down the two steps to land on the floor.

"Are we moving in? We actually want her to be awake for this, right?" Roman asked lowly from their hiding spot in the darkness on top of the stairs.
"Yeah, we do, but just wait one more second," Dean answered.

Emily pushed herself up with help of the barricade. She hadn't noticed Asuka had jumped out of the ring until she was hit with a clothesline that sent her over the barricade. She crashed down on the hard concrete and she knew Asuka was back in the ring as the referee started counting. She forced herself up to stand. She didn't wanna lose to a countout. There was no honour in that.

"You're not ready for Asuka!" Asuka shouted from the ring.

She leaned up against the barricade, trying to catch her breath. The referee stopped counting and she knew Asuka must have gotten out of the ring since the count started from scratch. She felt hands in her hair as she was being pulled backwards, her back going hard into the barricade, sending a jolt of pain through her.

"What the...?" Asuka asked lowly.

Emily looked up, wondering what had taken Asuka by surprise. She saw Roman, Seth and Dean moving down the stairs. Her mind went back to her little run in with them in the hallway. Dean had said she had to wait, that things were about to change. Were they coming down to help her? She moved towards the stairs, ready to meet them and hopefully stop them. She didn't want them interfering. As they were halfway down, something felt wrong. The way they looked at her. Her mind went back to other times they had interfered in matches. They never gave out any warning. They would just be in the ring all of the sudden, beating down whoever they didn't want to win. This was different. She slowly moved backwards again, away from them as they continued moving down the stairs. She jumped as she felt arms around her from behind.

"No!" Asuka said firmly and started pulling her over the barricade. "We need to get you out of here."

It wasn't until then she realized the match was over. The referee had counted them both out while she had been so focused on watching The Shield. For some weird reason both her and Asuka knew they were there for her and Asuka was helping her. She had heard people talk backstage about Asuka being all about honour and respect and right now she was proving it as she helped Emily over the barricade and ran up the ramp with her.

"Get her things!" Asuka yelled at Dana as they ran past her.

Dana ran without asking questions to the locker room she shared with Emily while Asuka continued running with Emily towards the parking lot. Just a minute later Dana came sprinting out with Emily's bag.

"Get out of here and hide. They weren't in there for me and I dread to think what their plans are with you," Asuka said before turning to Dana. "You convince them for as long as possible that she's inside your locker room so she gets a chance to disappear."

Emily sprinted up the stairs at the hotel to the third floor where her room was. For the first time in her life she wished she could move into an elevator. She had never minded the stairs before but this time every second mattered and she just couldn't go into the small metal box.

She packed her belongings faster than ever, threw a jacket over her body to hide that she was only in her ring gear, and then moved towards the stairs again to sprint back down. She almost jumped back with a scream when she opened the door to the lobby and heard Roman's voice.

"She's on the third floor," he said.

She heard the elevator close and she knew they were inside it moving up towards her room. There was no time to stand around and wait. She ran to the desk and threw her key card on it, shouting something about checking out before running back to the parking lot.

She drove away as fast as she could. It was an hour drive to the next town and she wondered what she should do. They would be at the same hotel as her and they would quickly find out which room was hers. She couldn't go there. She couldn't cancel her reservation either since they would figure out she wasn't staying there after all. She had to keep the reservation and still find somewhere else to sleep. Her thoughts were filled with all kinds of questions as she finally pulled into the next town. The second she saw a sign for a motel, she drove in that direction.

She locked the door behind her and pulled all the curtains. She was safe. No one knew where she was. It wasn't a place of her dreams but it didn't matter. She just needed it for one night. She moved to the bathroom and smiled as she saw the tub. She sure could use to lie down in hot water and relax for 30 minutes. She finally got out of her sweaty ring gear, filled the tub and lied down.

She closed her eyes and tried to get away from all the stress that had been around her the last hour. She drifted away in her mind, closing everything out. She didn't hear the lock being picked and feet moving into the room. She didn't know anyone was in there before someone grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs up, resulting in her going under water, fighting like crazy to get up for air. When the person finally let go, she was met with laughter as she surfaced. Laughter from the three men in black she just thought she had gotten away from.

"Get up!" Seth ordered.
"How did you find me?" She asked.
"We got eyes and ears everywhere, sugar," Dean laughed.
"I said, get up!" Seth ordered a bit more angry.

By the looks on their faces there was no room for her to argue. She had to get up even though she really didn't want them to see her naked. Roman grabbed a towel and reached it towards her. She got up, snatched the towel from his hand and quickly wrapped it around her.

"You got five minutes to get dressed," Seth said.
"And then what?" She asked.
"And then you're going with us," Roman answered.
"What the fuck is this about?" She asked.
"You're The Shield's property now," Dean chuckled.
"Come again?" She asked.
"You heard me," Dean answered and moved close. "You belong to us."
"And if I refuse?" She asked.

All three men roared with laughter and then Roman moved close.

"You ain't got a saying in this. From what we heard, you still got a year left of your contract so you got nowhere to run. Like it or not, you're with us now," he said and looked down her body. "And we're gonna have so much fun."

She knew she had lost. She really had nowhere to go. She was under contract and as long as she showed up for each show, no one would care that they controlled her. It wouldn't be the first time something like this had happened in their line of work. She turned her back against them, accepting it silently as she dropped the towel and got dressed, well aware of all three men staring at her naked body from behind.

"Alright, let's go," Dean said and grabbed her bags.

She sat in the back seat with Roman while Seth drove towards the hotel she was supposed to stay in in the first place. The guys chatted as if everything was normal, as if they were just four friends travelling together. As they reached the hotel, they got their bags from the trunk and moved inside the hotel together. It wasn't until they stopped in front of the elevator that she couldn't play along anymore.

"I'm taking the stairs," she said.
"You can't get away from us," Roman smirked.
"I'm not. I'm meeting you up there," she said.
"Nice try, sugar," Dean chuckled.
"I'm not going in there," she said.
"Yes, you are," Roman said.

The door opened and they started moving inside but she stayed out there. She was down with them forcing her to be around them but no way she was going in there. Roman sighed annoyingly and grabbed her arm, expecting to easily pull her in there but she surprisingly put up a fight.

"I'm not going in there!" She raised her voice.
"Come on!" Dean said annoyingly.
"I'm not going into that thing! I'm not going in there!" She yelled.

People were turning their heads, wondering what was going on. Seth dropped his bags inside the elevator and moved to grab her arm instead of Roman.

"We can't have her cause a scene. We'll meet you on top," he said.

He dragged her towards the stairs and the second the door closed behind them and she knew she wasn't going inside that tiny little metal box, she felt like she could breathe again.

"Thank you," she said.

He was surprised she would utter any kind words to him after the way they were already treating her so it didn't take him long to figure out it hadn't been about her causing a scene and getting attention. She really had been scared.

"Claustrophobic?" He asked.
"Yeah," she admitted.
"Good to know," he said and pushed her towards the stairs. "Now move."

Roman and Dean were waiting for them in their room, not looking all too happy about her getting her way.

"What the hell was that all about?" Roman crossed his arms.
"Apparently our girl here is claustrophobic," Seth said.
"That's funny," Dean chuckled. "Here we are, taking you against your will, but a fucking elevator is what gets to you. Sugar, soon you'll learn you got nothing to fear but us."
"You don't scare me," she hissed.
"Oh really?" Seth laughed.
"It's gonna be so much fun to break you," Dean smirked.
"You think you can break me?" She shook her head.
"I know we can," Dean said.

He moved so fast, his hands grabbing her upper arms, pushing her up against the nearest wall.

"You only get one choice here tonight. You want us to fuck you on the couch or bend you over the table?" He asked.
"So that's what this is all about? You can't get laid the normal way so you have to force yourself on me?" She asked.

He looked so angry by those words. Clearly not what he had expected. She didn't care what any of them were expecting. She had felt real fear for a long time, back when she dated Punk. Nothing they would do to her could ever make her feel that scared again. She had changed, she refused to be the victim even though they tried to put her right back in that role. They could have their way with her, she didn't care. They would never break her. No one would break her again.

"Guess what, sugar?" Dean sneered. "You just lost your choice. Table it is."
"Get out of your clothes," Seth said.

Dean let go off her and took a step back. They stood there all three of them side by side, just staring her down, waiting for her to do as she was told. She didn't portrait one single emotion in her face as she undressed in front of them. She didn't even wait for their next order but moved towards the table on her own. Dean followed behind, placing his hand on her neck, making her lean over the table. He held her like that while he ran his hand down her ass and in between her legs.

"I think you actually want this. You're wet," he said.
"Natural way for the female body to respond," she said dryly.
"Oh yeah?" She heard him open his pants. "And how is it gonna respond to this?"

He pushed his dick inside her, his hand still on her neck to hold her down. He didn't need to hold her down though. She wasn't moving or trying to get away. She didn't say a word. She just let him do his thing without protesting, not wanting to give any of them the satisfaction of thinking they could hurt her in any way. She gritted her teeth, trying not to make any sound as she felt the one thing she really didn't wanna feel in the situation.

"So you cumming was just a natural respond as well?" He chuckled as he pulled out.
"Try researching the female body online a little better. This shit happens a lot," she tried continuing in that non-caring voice.
"Really? I must do so," Dean said.

He moved away and Roman walked in behind her.

"Try thrusting to the right. She likes that," Dean said.

She silently damned Dean for letting Roman know how he had made her cum. Of course Roman took the ball and rolled with it, thrusting to the right as Dean had suggested, giving her another orgasm a few minutes later. She tried again to be as quiet as possible but she couldn't control her body as it shivered from cumming.

"You were right, Dean," Roman chuckled as he pulled out. "To the right, Seth."
"To the right it is," Seth said as he moved in.

She couldn't understand it. If they were so contemplated on breaking her, why did they care about her pleasure at all? She didn't get a chance to think more about it as Seth sent her into a third orgasm. This time it took her by surprise and she couldn't catch herself before sounds of moaning left her mouth.

"Ha! I made her moan!" Seth said triumphantly as he pulled out. "I'm better than you guys."
"You just got lucky," Roman said.
"It's not luck. It's pure skill. My dick is the best," Seth said.
"Show off!" Roman pushed him and laughed.

The guys were bickering for fun as they moved towards the rooms they would be sleeping in. None of them said another word to her or even looked back as they left her there. It was her one chance to run but where could she go? She knew they were right. There was still one year left of her contract and she had to stay. She couldn't run. Even if she did, they would find her in the arenas and no doubt they would make things even worse for her.

She found her panties and shirt on the floor and put them back on before moving towards the couch. At least there was a pillow and a blanket there so she wouldn't be cold. She lied down and stared up in the ceiling as she thought about this crazy evening that had turned her life around so fast. Everything from being told Punk was back to being kidnapped by The Shield. She had no idea what their game plan was with her but she knew she had to play along and it wouldn't be that hard. After all, she had been at the mercy of Punk for a long time and he still scared her more than those three together ever could.