Part Two- Date Night Gone South

Shane had actually called me a couple times during the week. I was glad to have someone to talk to. It made life on the road a lot easier for me.

On Friday, he had asked me out on a date. I was flattered and to be honest, a little surprised...but hell, a date is a date, right? Not that I was desperate or anything. of course.

So we made our date for Saturday night. That night, I wore a red dress and my favorite platform sandals.

I had told Kenny that I was going out with Jacqueline and a couple of other ladies. For some reason, I couldn't tell him I was going out with Shane. I didn't know how he'd react, but again, Shane seemed like a decent guy and I doubted that he would try anything with me.

I waited in the hotel lobby until Shane arrived. When he did, I was so happy. He wore a white shirt with a black jacket and black pants. Did he look handsome or what?

He walked over to me and handed me a red rose.

"Why, thank you." I said.

"Shall we?" He asked, holding his arm out for me. I took it and we wqlked out to his car.

We drove around, just talking about random things on my mind when suddenly...a black limo pulled right in front of us.

"Uh-oh." Shane said.

"What's wrong?"

"Looks like we may have trouble."

I looked out the window to hopefully see what was going down.

"Shane, what's going on?" I asked, concerned.

"I don't know...but I'm going to go and see what this guy's problem is." He opened the door and got out of the car.

"Be careful, Shane!" I called.

So I sat there, waiting patiently for Shane to return. I was hoping that whatever was going on could be resolved quickly so we could continue on our date.

Suddenly my door opened.

"Shane, what-" That was the last thing I remember saying, because someone had placed a cloth over my mouth and nose. I remember struggling for a while...

I awoke in a room. I looked around. There wasn't much to it. Just a chair, a nightstand, and a bathroom nearby.

The next thing I realized was that my hands and feet were tied up and I had been gagged. The most important thing that ran through my mind wasn't "Where was I?" It was "Where's Shane? Is he all right?"

Soon I heard footsteps coming towards me. I saw someone dressed in black approach me. I looked up and I was instantly scared. The person I least expected to see tonight was now standing in front of me.

The Undertaker.