Chapter Two
When Elena came to, she was standing up, her wrists above her head tied to a vertical steel pole. She was still blindfolded, but she could see bright artificial light leaking in around the edges. She knew where she was already - Goldberg's dressing room. Elena heard the door open and footsteps come toward her. She heard a soft laugh, and the blindfold was pushed down. "Hello, dear. Have a nice nap?" Goldberg asked, laughing. As she looked at him, terror came over her. He was huge. Elena had known that he would be big: he was, after all, a heavyweight. But this just blew her away. He towered above her, and his muscles - wow - under normal circumstances, she would have been impressed. Now, though, it just added to her fear. He could see the fear in her eyes, and it seemed to spur him on. He grabbed Elena's shirt and made quick work of shredding it. Before she knew it, all her clothes had been ripped from her, and she was totally exposed to his greedy gaze. The next few hours were a blur. He was ravenous, not letting her rest. When he was finally through with her, she was soaked in blood, bruises already starting to form on her skin. Her hips ached from his thrusts, and her wrists were a bloody mess. She could barely breathe, let alone think clearly. Elena's mind receded into itself, and she was left sobbing and shaking as Goldberg, sufficiently "inspired," left the room.
Elena didn't know how much time passed, but she was still crying when she heard footsteps in the hall. She tried to scream, but her voice was gone. She had screamed too much already that night. Desperate, she began kicking against the steel post behind her. The footsteps stopped: someone was listening. She kept kicking, as loud as she could. Then she heard a knock on the door. "Goldberg?" called a very familiar voice. In her current state, Elena couldn't quite place it. Finally, after trying all this time, she managed to get a noise out. "Help me!" she screamed, and the door flew open. In burst her all-time favorite wrestler and a mortal enemy of Goldberg: Chris Jericho. He took one look at Elena and she could see the anger come into his whole body. "My God, Bill, how could you." he said, and then rushed to Elena's aid. His hands went right to the ropes, and he ripped them apart in one quick yank. She tried to stand, but her legs were too weak and she started to fall. Jericho caught her in his arms and looked into her face, streaked with blood and tears. "What has he done to you?" he asked softly, shaking his head in disbelief. Elena tried to answer, but could not summon the strength. "Shit." Jericho murmured, and began to look around the room. He found a blanket laying over a chair in the corner and grabbed it with his free hand. "I'm sorry to have to do this, love, but that bastard Austin would kill me if he saw this," Jericho said softly. He gently wrapped the blanket around her so she couldn't be seen. Then he picked her up in his powerful arms and carried her out the door. For the second time that day, Elena blacked out.
When Elena came to, she was standing up, her wrists above her head tied to a vertical steel pole. She was still blindfolded, but she could see bright artificial light leaking in around the edges. She knew where she was already - Goldberg's dressing room. Elena heard the door open and footsteps come toward her. She heard a soft laugh, and the blindfold was pushed down. "Hello, dear. Have a nice nap?" Goldberg asked, laughing. As she looked at him, terror came over her. He was huge. Elena had known that he would be big: he was, after all, a heavyweight. But this just blew her away. He towered above her, and his muscles - wow - under normal circumstances, she would have been impressed. Now, though, it just added to her fear. He could see the fear in her eyes, and it seemed to spur him on. He grabbed Elena's shirt and made quick work of shredding it. Before she knew it, all her clothes had been ripped from her, and she was totally exposed to his greedy gaze. The next few hours were a blur. He was ravenous, not letting her rest. When he was finally through with her, she was soaked in blood, bruises already starting to form on her skin. Her hips ached from his thrusts, and her wrists were a bloody mess. She could barely breathe, let alone think clearly. Elena's mind receded into itself, and she was left sobbing and shaking as Goldberg, sufficiently "inspired," left the room.
Elena didn't know how much time passed, but she was still crying when she heard footsteps in the hall. She tried to scream, but her voice was gone. She had screamed too much already that night. Desperate, she began kicking against the steel post behind her. The footsteps stopped: someone was listening. She kept kicking, as loud as she could. Then she heard a knock on the door. "Goldberg?" called a very familiar voice. In her current state, Elena couldn't quite place it. Finally, after trying all this time, she managed to get a noise out. "Help me!" she screamed, and the door flew open. In burst her all-time favorite wrestler and a mortal enemy of Goldberg: Chris Jericho. He took one look at Elena and she could see the anger come into his whole body. "My God, Bill, how could you." he said, and then rushed to Elena's aid. His hands went right to the ropes, and he ripped them apart in one quick yank. She tried to stand, but her legs were too weak and she started to fall. Jericho caught her in his arms and looked into her face, streaked with blood and tears. "What has he done to you?" he asked softly, shaking his head in disbelief. Elena tried to answer, but could not summon the strength. "Shit." Jericho murmured, and began to look around the room. He found a blanket laying over a chair in the corner and grabbed it with his free hand. "I'm sorry to have to do this, love, but that bastard Austin would kill me if he saw this," Jericho said softly. He gently wrapped the blanket around her so she couldn't be seen. Then he picked her up in his powerful arms and carried her out the door. For the second time that day, Elena blacked out.