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Now that that is out of the way, here's 2!
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Punk felt sick to his stomach as he tried shaking the cobwebs away, everything came crashing back to him. He remembered Paul telling him that he'd have to go it alone tonight because he had to manage his other client Brock Lesnar.
He also remembered hearing his locker room door open, thinking it was Heyman and that he'd forget something and came back to get it, he didn't think to turn around. The lights went off and remembered being attacked by several men.
They had to have drugged him with something because his body felt so weak and heavy, his thoughts were jumbled as he forced his eyes open only to see the same darkness as when they were closed; realizing he was blindfolded.
He couldn't move his arms even if he wasn't drugged, he could feel the ropes tightly wound around his wrists, his feet were untied but his ankle had something cuffed around it. He tried to cry out for help but found it a waste of energy because for one, he was drugged and his speech was horribly slurred.
For two he had a ball gag in his mouth preventing him from talking, upon that realization, Punk felt his stomach muscles contract as he fought to breathe through his nose knowing that it was crucial especially now that he felt the vomit in the back of his throat.
He knew he had to stay calm and try to get the attention of whoever it was that was holding him as a hostage, or he could choke to death on his own vomit. He forced out a groan, feeling himself start to cough as he tried to turn on his side, he just knew it was a side effect of whatever the hostage taker gave him. He felt fear in the back of his mind, that this was the end… until someone released the ball gag.
AJ rested her hand on the back of Punk's head, pushing the basin under his mouth.
"Let it out baby," she soothed, stroking his hair gently. Kaitlyn stood and released Eve's gag silently, unwilling to put her own sub in a position that would endanger her.
Punk could feel the sweat dripping down his face, his entire body felt hot. His arms that were tied tightly behind his back were beginning to go numb from his body weight laying on them; the rough ropes were biting into his wrists. He coughed, retching violently, he panted in between throwing up and gagging.
It lasted for what seemed like forever to Punk but in reality could've just been a few minutes, until he was just dry heaving, having thrown up what little he had eaten before he was abducted. His head felt like it was in a fucking vice as he fell back onto his bound arms, struggling to take air in between dry heaves. His throat was so dry, his body felt so heaving, and he felt like he was dying.
"W-who... the... f-fuck are you?" Phil asked, his voice coming out hoarse and raspy from just throwing up. "What d-do want you f-from me?" He asked, his speech slurred, he coughed, and tried to swallow but his mouth was bone dry.
AJ untied the knot at the back of his head, letting the blindfold drop to the floor.
"Recognize me pet?" she asked, cupping his cheek. "You shouldn't have left me for Heyman."
Punk's eyes closed as he was blinded by the bright light from an unfamiliar room. When his eyes finally adjusted to the lighting, his gaze landed on AJ, his former Mistress. He looked around as he forced himself to breathe through his nose, seeing Eve unconscious lying on a metal exam type table. Much like him, she was also bound as Kaitlyn stood next to her, smirking over at him.
"Y-you guys are fucking… crazy" Phil growled as he tried to will his body to move, to struggle against the ties that bound him where he was. "Let me the f-fuck go!" He demanded as his chest heaved with anger and more than a little fear.
"You can't f-fucking d-do this t-to us!" Phil hissed closing his eyes against the throbbing in his head, he knew his outburst wasn't helping him one bit but he couldn't help it. "L-let us g-go..." He demanded his voice low. "Or… else…"
"Or else what pet?" AJ asked, stepping away from him. "What could you possibly do to us bound to a table?"
Kaitlyn tapped her lip with a perfectly manicured fingernail.
"He could...nope that would require the use of his arms. Or...no that would mean he would be free." AJ laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Nothing you can do to touch us pet," she laughed.
"I've had enough with your l-little fucking games! Untie me… Now. Why the f-fuck are you guys d-doing this to me?!" Punk asked in a snarl, dropping his head back on the metal table.
"Let me go. You d-don't own us anymore… A…J… Kaitlyn." he hissed, calling them by their names, breaking one of their rules as he stared at them defiantly.
"When Paul finds out about this you two won't have a fucking job." Punk warned them with a glare, challenging them to do or say otherwise.
"You pretend that Paul still cares?" AJ laughed. "How do you think my lackeys were able to get a hold of you? Newsflash Punk, he doesn't care about anyone but his wallet!" Kaitlyn nodded and stroked Eve's cheek absently as she stood beside her.
"Watch your tone boy," Kaitlyn warned her voice low and threatening. "You don't get to dictate the rules, and you still show us respect."
"Paul does care about me!" Punk shouted his lips trembling as he looked away from the two women.
"He does care… He does… I'm not a submissive anymore… I'm not your submissive anymore… neither is Eve… I don't owe you two jack shit…" Punk mumbled as AJ's words dawned on him. 'They paid those men to attack me, abduct me… to drug…' He stomped the thoughts out as he looked over at them.
"You…You did this… You… you let them d-drug m-me?" He asked in a broken whisper as he looked over at AJ and Kaitlyn who were both smirking darkly. He felt the sting of betrayal, the hurt…
"You can't just stop being a submissive," AJ said, reaching out to rest her hand on Punks cheek. "And if you would just stop being so fucking stubborn, they wouldn't have had to drug you."
"It's nothing you have to worry about, the drug is temporary and non-harmful," Kaitlyn soothed. "You just have to relax."
"You owe me your submission Punk," AJ said, a dark look taking over her face. "I trained you, owned you. And out of no-where, you hook up with Paul. Fine, not a problem. But you started drifting, and I know it had something to do with him. You just have to let it happen again, I know you enjoyed being under me."
"Oh really is that so? I can't stop being a sub? Well I fucking did! And no… fuck you both… You probably have no fucking idea what they used on me! You know I'm straight edge! And you let them… you let them drug me…" Phil hissed, his chest heaving as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to force his body to shake off the drugs effect, but his limbs still felt so heavy.
"I don't owe either of you a second of my damn time! You're not my Domme anymore! It was my CHOICE to leave you because Paul showed me what I was missing out on! I don't fucking owe you shit. I may have enjoyed it at one point, but that me is dead and gone and I'm not just going to let you fucking rape me! Yes rape, cause that is what it would be!" Punk yelled glaring a hole through both AJ and Kaitlyn. With how loud he was screaming it was a miracle that Eve was still out like a light.
Kaitlyn disappeared from the room, bringing back a glass of water.
"You're right Punk, we shouldn't have let them drug you," Kait soothed. "Just drink this." She held the glass to Punks lips, tilting it slightly.
"What exactly were you missing out on?" AJ demanded. "I loved you, what were you missing?"
Punk spit the water out and turned his head refusing anymore of the water, making the cool liquid run down his chin and all over his neck, spilling over the table under him.
"I don't fucking want anything that you two have to offer! How do I know you're not trying to fucking drug me again?!" He hissed keeping his head to the side and clamping his mouth shut. Their betrayal stung him that they knew his lifestyle and let some animals fucking drug him.
"Having my own free fucking will, being able to have a say so in things that I do… being able to do whatever the hell I want to when I want to…" Punk hissed as he squeezed his eyes shut. His mouth was dry as fuck but there was no way in hell he was accepting a damn thing from either of them! If the drug they let those assholes use on him dehydrated and killed him, well that was on their conscious!
Kaitlyn looked down at him.
"Look at me," she demanded lowly. AJ stalked straight up to him, bringing her palm down across his cheek.
"I never stopped you from doing things that you wanted," she hissed. "You always had your own free will; I never would have taken that away from you." Kaitlyn put the glass down next to Punk and moved to her lover, gripping AJ's arms gently.
"Go calm down, let me talk to him," she spoke softly, AJ shooting Punk a scathing glare before stalking out of the room.
"Now look at me," Kaitlyn said again, picking the glass back up.
Punk's body shook, his eyes watering both from the impact of the slap and just everything taking its toll, the betrayal of his former Domme's willingly allowing their lackeys to drug him knowing how he felt about drugs. The fact that AJ had never really laid a hand on him like she just did, losing her composure and striking him in the face made his eyes well up with tears that threatened to fall.
He wondered if Paul was missing him, what he was thinking… Or if he noticed Phil was gone at all… Probably not now that he had Brock back… He refused to look at Kaitlyn and stared at the wall on the opposite side of the room.
"Just let me go home..." Phil whispered quietly.
"You know we can't do that," Kaitlyn said softly, crouching by her head. She showed him the water glass and took a sip herself, before holding it back out to him. "Please Phil, just take the damn water. We're sorry about the drugs, it won't happen again." She scrubbed a hand over her face roughly.
"You and Eve, well AJ and I are kinda crazy about the two of you," she told him softly. "And yes, maybe we went too far. But would you have listened to us any other way?"
"No I don't want the fucking water, I don't trust you and I'll NEVER trust either of you again! And why not?! Just let me go… I just wanna go home… Just let me go back to Paul." Phil pleaded still not looking at her as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"I don't care how you guys feel about me… and whether I'd have listened or not it's still no fucking excuse to drug me! I left on my own free will… the contract I signed said I could leave if I wanted and I did and still do want to leave. You guys don't own me anymore… nobody owns me." Phil hissed opening his eyes as a thought occurred to him.
"You'll have to let me go eventually. You can't keep me here forever… you can't…" Phil muttered hoping to get through to at least one of them.
Kaitlyn looked up to see AJ peering through the door, the smaller woman nodding.
"It's not happening Phillip," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and pulling him to a sitting position. "But I will untie you; I know those ropes have to be hurting." She made quick work of the knots, and placed the water next to his head.
"You can do whatever you want with that," she said softly. "We're not leaving you, and we're not letting you go." She crossed to the door and rested her chin on top of AJs head, and wrapped her arms around her.
"He'll come around," she murmured softly. "Don't worry."
"Where the fuck are you going! Let me go! This is bullshit! You can't keep me here dammit I'm the WWE Champion! People aren't just going to forget about me!" Phil screamed, gritting his teeth and trying to roll his body over and off the table, but due to the drug's influence he didn't move an inch.
"Let me go! Paul's probably worried sick about me!" Punk yelled as he lifted his head and slammed it back against the metal table. "Let me go! You don't own me!" He yelled hoarsely, snapping the back of his head against the table to get a desired reaction.
AJ tried to pull away, but Kaitlyn just held her tighter.
"He's just throwing a tantrum," she soothed. "Ignore him."
"He's hurting himself Kait," AJ protested.
"And what are you going to do?" Kaitlyn asked. "Go over there and restrain him? He already hates us for drugging him, tying him down isn't going to help." AJ grit her teeth and called out to Punk.
"We're right here Phil, we're not going to leave you alone."
"If you don't let me go… I swear to you… I will knock my fucking self unconscious… and what prey tell are you two gonna do if I do it? If I give myself a fucking concussion, you can't take me to a hospital, though knowing you two as I do, I HIGHLY doubt there's one around here… I swear I will injury myself… try me…" Punk started swallowing dryly.
"And if you do take me to a hospital… They'll want to know what happened… possibly fucking PISS OR BLOOD TEST ME and find some weird substance in MY FUCKING BODY… and they'll want to know EXACTLY how it got there… and you bet your ass I'll tell them." Phil continued letting out a quiet whimper as he got a slight cramp in abdomen that steadily got worse.
"I will tell th-Ah!" Phil gasped as he desperately tried to curl into himself to get the pain to go away. 'Great another fucking side effect' Phil thought to himself, knowing it was probably due to the drug already dehydrating his body and the vomiting further dehydrated him. "What the fuck did they use on me?!" Phil whimpered quietly.
"Would you like some water now?" Kaitlyn asked calmly. "It was a strong inhalant, but water will help Phillip."
"You knock yourself unconsciousness, and then you're the one responsible," AJ called out. "We're wrestlers; we know how to deal with concussions." She shook her head.
"Why couldn't Eve wake first, she might at least be reasonable," AJ muttered into Kaitlyn's chest, causing the taller woman to laugh softly.
Phil's only response was a whimper, his mouth and throat were so dry, his mid-section hurt like hell and the ones who claimed to love him were just standing there as he suffered. The most fucked up thing was, it was their fault, they did this to him. He knew Paul would never hurt him.
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And that marks the end of chapter 2! Be sure to drop a review and let us know you think! Thanks to the ones who left reviews, faved and or followed! Much appreciated
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