That Monday we continued with the feud with Chris Jericho, unbeknown to the fans what was going on internally. Jericho attacked Punk again and left both of us lying in the ring. I stayed prone until I felt someone kneel beside me. I felt a slight pinch in my right side then I lost consciousness.
I woke up in a dimly lit room. My eyes were having a hard time adjusting and I was disoriented. I tried to move my hands but my hands were bound behind the chair.
"Phil?" I called out.
"Phil's not here." a voice came from somewhere in the darkness.
A shiver ran down spine.
"What the hell do you want, Kevin?" I asked, keeping my voice from shaking.
"I would think it was obvious what I wanted by now. You've always been a smart girl. Or did Punk make you dumb?"
"Stop playing games."
"Oh, the games have only just begun. That sedative I gave you must be wearing off by now for you to understand me. Allow me to paint you a picture. When you sent me to prison, I vowed I would bide my time and get my payback. I kept up with you while I was in jail. Since you were signed by the WWE, you were kept you in the media, and I was able to keep informed about your whereabouts. I knew all about your failed relationship with that rocker and when you and Punk got married."
Kevin said Punk's name like it was a disease.
"So all I had to do was wait. I knew that if I completed my drug programs and kept my nose clean, I would get out early. I have been planning this for years." Kevin informed me, now standing in front of me.
His face was cold and calculating. His eyes were like ice. He continued with his story.
"By now, your precious Phil must be going frantic, realizing that you never made it to the locker room. He must have the whole company searching for you. But I'll let you in on a little secret."
Kevin bent down in front of my face.
"They're not going to find you. At least not until I'm ready. You and I are going to have a lot of fun until then. I'm going to do what I have to do to convince you."
"Convince me? Of what?" I stalled.
"Convince me that you belong with me, not him. It's been eight years since I've touched you or any other woman. But I think I remember how this goes." Kevin told me, reaching for me.
In response, I gave him a hard head butt. Kevin fell backwards, cursing. I kicked my feet out and pushed backwards, sending the chair crashing onto the floor. The back of the chair cracked enough for me to move my bound hands. I looked around quickly but I didn't see a door. By this point, Kevin was back on his feet.
"What do you think you're doing?" Kevin asked, smacking me across the face.
I fell down, trying to work my hands free. The rope was thick and I knew that with my wrists being small, there was a chance I could get out of the rope.
"You're a lot spunkier than you use to be. This is going to be more fun than I thought." He said, standing over me.
I wiggled my little hands from the ropes but kept my hands behind my back.
"A lot has changed in eight years." I told him.
Kevin smirked at me, grabbing me by my ankles. When he bent his head down, I punched him in the eye then kneed him to the side of his face. My hand began to throb but I ignored it. He fell down again, cursing. I kicked him across his jaw, splitting his bottom lip.
"Oh, you're going to pay for that." He told me, splitting blood as he spoke.
"Not this time." I told him.
I chopped Kevin in the throat then kicked him in the chest. Air rushed out him, no sound was made.
"Phil!" I cried out.
Kevin swung at me but I avoided contact. I punched him again in the jaw, seeing tiny blood splatter on the floor as his head whipped back. Pain shot through my right hand. I shook it, ignoring the throbbing that had grown worse.
"Call out as much as you want but he can't hear you down here." Kevin growled at me, still spitting blood.
I kicked him in the ribs again. This time he caught my foot and pulled me to him. I hit the ground hard. My head began to spin as I struggled to remain in control of my facilities.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Kevin asked in a humorous tone.
