Lita was suddenly aroused by what sounded like rusty pipes clanking together. She attempted to move, or at least figure out where she was, when the second she tried moving her arm a terrible headache shot through her, she groaned, and then suddenly the clanking stopped. As soon as she realized this- she knew she wasn't alone. She froze; hoping whoever it was hadn't heard her.
Every muscle in her body was frozen as she felt heavy breathing down the side of her face. She let out a loud sudden scream, and then who ever it was clasped a hand over her mouth. Lita began to gagged, as the hand stopped her in mid-breath.
"Good morning sunshine"
Lita's eyes snapped open even wider as she realized whom it was. She twisted her body around and found herself face-to-face with Kane. She let out a scream again, this time Kane slapped her mouth closed, and applied pressure, and as his hand was so big compared to her face, and he was blocking her nose so she couldn't breath at all.
"Now listen to me Lita, if you want me to move my hand then you have to promise not to scream again. "
Lita nodded her head vigorously Kane removed his hand and Lita let out a grateful gasp for air, but as she was doing so something caught her throat and she began to cough. She was up sitting straight now pounding her chest; the air was so stale. She heard Kane laughing behind her, "What the hell are you laughing about? Where are we? And why the hell does it smell like rust and shit in here?"
"Ah, what more can I say then welcome to your new home"
"W-what!" Lita spluttered, "Oh no, oh no no no! I am not staying here. You must have it all wrong, I'm a little sore and dizzy and I'm going back to my real home, like right now--" She got up from the couch, had a little woozy moment then took her first step just to be shoved back on the couch with one of Kane's big hands.
"Oh no Lita, you are not going anywhere. Remember, you and Edge lost the match. So now you belong to me."
Tears began forming in Lita's eyes as Edge's name was mentioned. Now things were starting to come back to her now. Yet oh how she would do anything at this point to be back in his arms again.
"Aw now Lita, you don't have to tear up on me now."
But it was too late, she couldn't believe that this was actually happening to her, Kane came around and tried wrapping his arms around her, but she pushed away. Kane obviously wasn't even trying for she was able to push his arms off.
"Get away from me you evil, horrible, malevolent, disturbing, being! Don't you dare touch me again! Take me back home right now! Stop stalking me! I want to go home!" She burst out into tears again after her little out tantrum.
Kane waited patiently on the other end of the couch, watching her with great interest.
"B-but I don't even know where I am. And I want Edge ba-back, " Lita bawled on, " We had a big fight and now I regret everything!"
"Lita, you know you look so cute sitting there, red-faced, and crying your little heart out."
Lita sharply turned her face to look at him, "You little son of a bitch, how can you be so cold-blooded. You're ruining my life, because of you I lost control and blamed Edge, because of you that led us to screw the match, and because of you I'm sitting here a prisoner."
Kane laughed, "Well only if you put it that way." He shrugged.
Lita stood up, pointed an accused finger at Kane, and slapped him. Everything went silent for one long minute. Lita's hand was frozen where it was after the slap, her heart beating unusually fast, and the force of the slap jerked Kane's head sideways. Lita waited for some kind of reaction. Then it came; a grin slithered across Kane's face.
Lita took a step back.
"Ah, Lita now that felt good. Come here and give your fiancé a hug."
Lita took another step back, "I have to get out of here," she mumbled. Then without warning turned on her heels and bolted the other way. She had no idea where she was going, or yet where she was even, other than creepily it appeared to be underground. She was running just about as fast as she could, especially with all the junk lying around the ground.
She continued on until there was basically a dead end, except for the door right in the middle, without hesitating, mainly because she wasn't thinking, she reached for the knob and ran in and slammed the door behind her.
The room was a big mistake, hanging on every inch of the room there was hanging anything from saw to knives, swords, to sledgehammers, it was a most horrendous sight. Lita was appalled and dared not move, she was frightened with every inch of her all those sharp objects and her body enclosed in such a small room. But she wasn't alone in there for long, the knob turned again entering Kane. His face went from rushing to a smile, as he came upon the frozen pale look upon Lita's face. He threw his shoulders up, apparently pretty proud.
"Like it huh? Pretty proud of it too, it's like my little stash of gold. Sharp objects, they're like my friends, not all soft and gushy, they can't talk, yet they can solve all the problems in the world...good for experimenting. Nobody understands them, just like me."
Lita had no idea what to say, this was sickening, what was there to be proud of other than it was obvious that Kane needed mental help.
Lita's face was turning paler by the seconds, Kane looked down at Lita's face, "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?" Kane sounded extremely worried, his eyebrows arched inwards and his face seemed to slouch. He lifted her in his arms like a child and carried her out of the room and settled her back in on the couch. He handed her, what seemed like very dirty glass of water. But Lita was too dehydrated to care, she chugged it all down.
She leaned her head back; it felt so heavy.
"Feel better darling?"
Lita turned to look Kane in the eye, "Why do you go after me?" Her tone wasn't angry or upset, just really curious, Lita's head so numb she was just too drained out.
"I love everything that you do, everything that you are. And I have to own that, I like that fact that you rebellious and will fight, and that's what I love doing, your like a sharp object, dangerous, yet in my hands bring total pleasure. Well to me of course."
"Well I guess in an eerie way, it's a little romantic." For once Lita smiled at Kane.
He lifted his hand up and stroked her face, Lita jerked for a second because Kane's hands were so cold. But she let him carry on anyway, for once, as she could never before accept it, she had forgotten about Edge.
She was confused, Kane was surprisingly gentle and romantic in a psychopathic way, but she couldn't live with him.
She just couldn't, Kane was looking so fondly into her eyes, and a couple of little tears trolled down Lita's face, because she knew that the next second she got, she had to leave.
And Lita couldn't believe it, but it just might break her heart knowing that she had to develop some scheme to turn her back on Kane, but she had to...and with all that was in her, was going to.
To Be Continued...
