Author's Note: I am as big a Doctor Who fan as I am a WWE fan and when it came time to write the part for the name of the S&M club where Sheamus is being held, this poem from an episode of Doctor Who popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone so that's where that came from, I didn't use the whole poem, just what was useful so yeah, no copy infringement meant!
Three days later Sheamus was still missing and Lynn was chomping at the bit to go to the police but Hunter was still forbidding it. She could, if she chose, force his hand and make him call the police, but she respected Hunter too much to do that to him. She sighed and walked through the halls of the arena in Boston. Her black heeled boots clicked softly as she walked around waiting for the show start.
A movement caught her eye and she turned to see Drew McIntyre walking towards the superstars' locker room. Something in his body language was different; he looked cocky and Drew only looked cocky for two reasons, he was up to something, or he'd just gotten laid.
A sickening feeling went through her as she watched Drew walk past her; she knew there was no love lost between Drew and Sheamus, but he wouldn't have harmed him, would he? She followed him and saw him grinning to himself. She waited until they were in a fairly dark park of the arena between the door and the locker room before she made her move. She grabbed his ponytail and yanked him into the shadows forcing him to his knees. She pressed his face against the wall and placed her lips very close to his ear.
"You seem very happy Drew," she murmured, feeling him tremble. "I wonder why that would be, it's not like you're going to win your match tonight."
"What do you want, wench?" He growled at her, gasping when she pressed her knee into his lower back.
"One, I want you to show me a bit more respect, since you're the one on your knees whelp." She growled back, "And two, I want to know where he is."
The sudden tension in Drew's body gave him away even as he protested that he had no idea what she was talking about. She dug her knee into his back even hard and tightened her grip on his hair, forcing his head back.
"You don't want to make me angry Drew," she threatened, "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." She quoted The Hulk, "Now, where is he?"
Drew smiled and answered her question. Lynn felt the blood drain out of her face, anywhere but there; she could have handled him being anywhere but there. When Drew told her who had him she nearly ripped his hair out of his head, instead she bounced his head off the wall and stepped away to find Hunter.
Hunter Helmsley sat behind his desk and cursed, three days and still no sign of Sheamus. Not a call, not a text or email; he was starting to get pissed and he knew Lynn was getting anxious, if they waited much longer she might just play the ace he knew she had up her sleeve. When the door banged open he looked up into Hell.
"Lynn?" he asked, coming around the desk.
"Drew helped." She ground out between clenched teeth, watching Darrell drag the dazed Scotsman into the room. "Hunter, he's at Demon's Run."
Hunter's face lost all colour and he sank back on the edge of his desk. He shook his head, this was bad. Demon's Run was the deepest, darkest S&M club in New York.
"Can you get him out?" he asked, looking at Lynn with concern.
"I can't." she muttered, looking at Drew. "But Domina can."
"No." Hunter shook his head, "Lynn, no."
"I have no choice." She said, looking at Hunter with death in her eyes, "They walked into MY town and took what belongs to me, She's the only answer."
Lynn watched Hunter dropped to one knee and bow his head, "Yes Domina."