As Taker closed the trunk door, he slowly turned his attention back to the still covered druid, who conveniently handed him a pair of car keys, which Taker quickly snatched away from him. The hooded figure simply bowed away, however, as his master entered the driver side of the four-door sedan.
Taker, looking back in the rearview mirror, saw the druid entering his own vehicle and quickly exiting the alleyway, while Taker merely sat in the sedan for a moment, thinking to himself about how, after months and months of deliberate planning, execution, and yes, even some setbacks, how he finally had her, and what's more, he was going to keep her.
Vince, the Corporation, even the Board of Directors themselves in Stanford, were all powerless to stop him now. He promised that there would be a tragedy… and this was only the beginning.
As Taker sped away down the interstate, he tried driving a mixture of moderately to extremely fast, just to scare Stephanie, who was still in the trunk.
He knew that her getting used to her new way of life would take some coercing, so what better time than now to finally teach her the rules of the playbook?
Grabbing his cell phone, Taker called Paul, who was already at the location that the Ministry had set up as a hideout until Raw the next night.
Taker was one hundred percent certain that Vince had all of his people scouring every nearby hotel in the city looking for them, but he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of actually finding them.
Working under the close tutelage of Vince McMahon for the past nine years had taught him a great deal, and just like a favorite book, Taker knew exactly what to expect next.
As the voice on the other end answered, Taker went about going over the plan for he and Stephanie.
"Is everything in place?" asked Taker in his burly sounding voice.
Paul, who sounded to be outside, answered, "Everything's in order, my lord. All we're doing now is waiting on your unholy arrival."
"Good. Now, once we get there, have everything set in place for tomorrow. We don't want any mishaps. Understand?"
Paul merely agreed on the other end of the phone as Taker spoke once more. "I'll be at the destination within the next hour. Don't screw up."
And with that, he snapped his phone closed. They were all so close to their final destination and Taker hoped that Vince was ready for the ride.
As Taker exited the interstate, he drove for a few more miles, until he finally reached the gate of an old abandoned building.
Ahead, he could see one of his druids standing by the old worn out structure, waiting to open it.
Driving up, Taker was immediately allowed entrance, as the druids hurriedly closed the gate behind him.
Driving to the side of the dark and dank looking building, Taker noticed a new litter of kittens suckling their mother underneath the building as he exited the sedan.
The air wasn't as crisp as it was in the city.
Here, it smelled dirty, dingy, and musky... something that he liked.
As he exited the vehicle, Viscera walked slowly behind him, he too with a look of possession written across his face. Handing the mammoth of a man the car keys, Taker ordered Viscera to take Stephanie out of the trunk.
Upon opening it, Stephanie, still tied up, the tears having dried on her face, barely making out the face in front of her from the bumpy car ride over, simply stared up in fear, as Viscera swooped down and grabbed her by both of her wrists, throwing her light body over his shoulder, before taking her inside the abandoned warehouse.
Stephanie, even though she was too exhausted to even put up a fight, had already made it up in her mind that she wouldn't fight this time. God only knew what these men were capable of, and she didn't want to provoke them. Knowing Mark and how he seemed to thrive on causing pain, Stephanie knew that it would be best if she didn't make him even angrier than he already was.
The warehouse, which looked and smelled like it had been abandoned for decades, was to be the Ministry's official headquarters until all was taken care of the next night on Raw.
Then, the final piece of the puzzle would be put into place.
Viscera, kicking open a door forcefully with his huge foot, scaring Stephanie just enough to make her jump in his arms, threw her tensely bound and gagged body down forcefully onto a lone mattress which lay on the ground.
Just as Stephanie was attempting to make sense of it all, the heavy metal door to the room emphatically closed with a heavy thud.
Where was she?
The room smelled like a mixture of an old run down mill, dirt, grass, and animal feces, a smell which would be highly sickening had one just eaten.
The mattress was hard and dusty, and the springs were so worn out that they stuck Stephanie sharply, causing her to roll from side to side in uncomfortableness.
Steph tried to think of the positive.
She just knew that her father or the police — someone — was going to come into this place, rescue her from the Ministry, and that she'd finally go back to living a normal life.
She'd go back to Greenwich, to her home, to her friends, to her red sports car, and everything would be ok again.
Or at least that's what she kept telling herself, but deep down inside…
Then, from out of nowhere, a bird flocked overhead, squawking loudly, scaring Stephanie half to death, the sound of its flapping wings in the high barred window above putting her even more on edge than she already was.
She just tried to still herself, both physically and mentally.
Stephanie tried to think of happy thoughts, but all of her concentration kept going right back to her friends and family and how she might not ever see them again.
Steph must have lain there for at least ten minutes or so, stroking her own mental anguish, when she heard the big metal door open and close with that violent thud once more.
Although the only light entering the room came from the moon which was shining through the barred window, Stephanie could still make out who exactly who was standing before her: Mark!
Steph, simply lying on the dingy and uncomfortable mattress, with every nerve in her body standing on end, didn't know whether to pass out from all the mental torture this man was putting her through or bawl like a baby.
She opted for silence instead.
Taker, all six-feet plus of him, walked slowly over to her, then relaxed a steel chair that was propped up in the corner, positioning it directly adjacent from where Stephanie lay, just so he could stare at her.
Steph, blinking feverishly, simply hyperventilated with anticipation, but her breathing was so constricted from the tape that was placed over her mouth that it dawned on her that if she didn't calm down, she could pass out from oxygen deprivation.
She was that close to having a full-blown panic attack!
But she couldn't control herself.
She had absolutely no idea what this man was going to do to her next.
The only thing that could be heard in the room was her rapid breathing and the flapping of the wings from the bird in the window.
Then, from out of nowhere, Taker, who was cat-like in his movements, pounced on Stephanie, causing her to not only shriek in terror, the sudden sounds causing the bird in the window to scatter feverishly away!
Taker was on her so quickly that all Stephanie could do was rely on gut instinct — and that instinct told her to fight, bound legs and all!
Even though she had previously convinced herself not to fight, she just couldn't help herself!
She was hungry, dirty, panicked, sleep deprived, and mentally beaten, but she wasn't dead just yet.
She still had some fight left in her!
However, all of her fighting just seemed to wear her out instead of causing any real physical pain to Mark.
Taker then grabbed both of her bound wrists with only one hand, holding her down easily with his right, while simultaneously squeezing his knee in the small gap between Stephanie's thighs, the tape around her ankles becoming strained from the force of it all.
"This is it! This is when he…" Steph cautioned herself in her head.
She then began to cry relentlessly.
Cold tears would have no effect on a man such as this; she knew that much. But at that moment, she was honestly just praying for a miracle.
That's when Taker started to unbound her. First her wrists, then her ankles.
He looked up at her and told her sternly, "Don't move."
And she didn't.
As soon as she was unbound, she instantly felt the blood from her constricted limbs rush back into her fingers and toes.
Now, it was up to Taker to decide just what to do with her next, as Stephanie continued to lie on the mattress, literally frozen with sheer terror.
Then, Taker reached up at her mouth and yanked the tape away forcefully, causing Stephanie to scream out in pain.
She was sobbing now, a low sob, as she held her head in the stinky and disgusting mattress.
She just wanted this all over and done with.
"If you're going to do it, just do it," she thought to herself in agony, but she knew better than to utter those words.
They just might be her last.
Taker, simply watching intently as Stephanie continued to sob on the inside of the dirty mattress, suddenly lay his huge frame next to hers, pulling her to him tightly.
Steph tried to stop herself from crying.
After all, she was a McMahon, but she just didn't think losing her virginity would happen like this!
She then felt Taker's cold hand around her bare belly, after her blouse had been lifted up some due to her position on the mattress.
From there, his other hand carefully began stroking her matted and knotted hair.
Stephanie was cold as ice with trepidation; she was frozen solid with fear.
That's when he began speaking to her again, his mouth to her ear, methodically, slowly.
"I guess it is true what they said about you," after of which, he let out a low, grungy chuckle. "You're mine, Stephanie. Get used to it."
And just at that moment, the hand that was stroking her hair reached down to the button of her black pants, which surprisingly Stephanie hadn't soiled yet.
Taker spoke again, telling her something in her ear that set her mind ablaze with angst.
"We won't do this right now, but, after our moment tonight on Raw…" Taker drawled out into that evil, maniacal laughter of his.
"Less than twenty-four hours, Stephanie."
And with that, Taker simply removed himself from the mattress, and as he reached the door, looked back at Stephanie, turned, walked away, and closed it emphatically shut behind him.
Less than twenty-four hours.
That's all the time Stephanie had before her entire world officially collapsed.