Taker's Authority

The first two days I spent in the house all I did was rest. I got up occasionally to make some food or watch TV, but my body was in dire need of rest. I did start to feel a lot more like myself though. Being alone for two days really gave me the time to clear my head and mentally prepare myself for the Undertaker to show up.

On the morning of the third day I woke up to the sight of the sun rising over the horizon. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms out before sitting up in bed. I smiled at the rising sun as it warmed my face. I was about to get out of bed when a sudden smell of French toast, bacon, and eggs filled my nose. I froze for a moment not remembering having heard anyone come in the house. I ran my hand through my hair, moving it out of my face before slowly climbing out of bed.

I could hear the sound of the news playing from the living room when I reached the hallway and the sound of bacon being fried. My belly growled as hunger began to take over. I was hesitant to descend the stairs at first, a little shy of what I might find. The house was lit up from the sun shining through the windows. I made my way into the living room and looked around. Before I could head into the kitchen, the reporter caught my attention.

"In other news, WWE superstar Rey Mysterio has gone public with the news of his younger sister's disappearance from the Miami Rehab Hospital. The superstar's sister, Rachel Gutierrez disappeared only hours after arriving in the facility. Rey made the announcement later on that night at WWE's Smackdown show, in an emotional plea that left him in tears."

"Someone please let me know if you hear from her. I'm worried sick about her and I would do anything to take back my decision to send her to another place. Rachel if you're listening…I'm so sorry sis, just please come back to me." Rey said as tears left his eyes.

I wasn't sure how to feel about his words at all. He definitely looked sad…but the question is…was he really?

"How touching." Came a deep voice from the entry into the living room. "It always amazes me how people change when their loved ones are in danger."

I slowly turned around and came face to face with the Undertaker. He stood tall with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a black beater with blue jeans and black boots. I was a little taken by surprise upon seeing him. For once he didn't look dark and mysterious, but he still wore that mischievous grin and those cold eyes. His hair hung past his shoulders, resting on his chest.

He approached me with an evil glint in his eye, but I stood my ground. I was too through letting him intimidate me…or so I thought.

I tried so hard not to make a run for the front door, changing my mind about being here alone with him but something kept me glued to my spot. I didn't take my eyes off of his as he looked down at me. Gently, he touched my chin and moved my head from side to side.

"I see you've gotten plenty of rest…good girl." He said as he rubbed his thumb under my eye. "Come on, I've made you breakfast."

I didn't say anything as he took my hand and walked me to the kitchen. When we made it there, he moved out a chair for me so I could sit down at the table. Once I was seated, he moved my chair up to the table like a gentleman. Odd…this was totally unlike him. There had to be a catch somewhere. All I had to do was keep my guard up until it showed.

I watched quietly as he made my plate and then sat it in front of me. "Eat up, we have some things to discuss."

"Like what?" I asked as I started cutting my French toast.

"Like what you'll be doing around here and what I expect out of you." He said.

I sighed, "What more could you want from me? I've already given up seeing my family and friends, my soul...and…"

He smirked, "Soon your body. Don't be afraid of your fate love, I promise you won't regret it,"

I took a bite of my food and glanced away from him. "When did you expect to have that?"

"I haven't completely decided yet. You're still very weak from all the hell I've made you suffer through so far. I want to wait until your body is completely ready."

I sighed and closed my eyes, "What if I'm never ready."

He laughed and shook his head. "I said your body my dear, not you yourself. Waiting on your heart and mind could take years for all I know."

I glared at him, "Well maybe if you were somehow different this wouldn't be so hard!"

"Are you raising your voice at me?" he asked in an oddly calm voice before slowly walking in my direction.

"Yes I am!" I said as I stood to my feet. "You wanted me here so bad Undertaker, but now you're going to feel my wrath."

His mouth twitched before his massive hand found its way around my throat. He then lifted me off the ground and slammed me onto the table, which surprisingly didn't break.

"As much as I love the fire in your soul…I would advise you not to speak to me in that manner again." He said. "You have no idea what you're messing with Rachel."

I giggled defiantly, "Oh Undertaker…breaking your promise already. You said you would harm me and yet here you are with your hand around my throat."

He shook his head and then yanked me up into a sitting position. My legs were separated, partially cradling his waist. Nervousness shrouded my mind as I glanced down for a moment, instantly remembering that we were dressed. Gently he removed his hand from my throat and rested it on the side of my face.

"Oh Rachel, I haven't hurt you. If I did, you'd be in tears…I simply asserted my authority." He said as his hand moved through my hair.

I had to be honest; his body made him look like a God…every muscle of his arms and chest were sexy in their own way. He even smelled good, sending chills down my spine and making my body quiver. I didn't realize how gorgeous he actually was…

"Now…be a good little girl, and finish your breakfast." He said before placing a kiss on my forehead. "We'll go for a walk when you're done."

Slowly he backed away from me, touching my exposed thighs as he did so. I closed my legs and got up, reclaiming my seat. I knew that staying with him was definitely going to be no picnic.