I'm back! :) warning: this chapter contains sexual violence and abuse. Please don't read if this triggers you or offends you in anyway.

AJ stepped into the hotel room, the door locked behind her by Bryan. She was still dazed from what had happened at work; had she really looked on as Daniel had attacked Punk?

The black widow hadn't had chance to get changed from her ring gear, as her partner had insisted that they leave the venue straight away. AJ assumed that it was to avoid being bollocked by Stephanie and Hunter.

Pulling her phone out when it buzzed, the brunette felt it snatched from her hand. About to argue, she glanced up into the menacing eyes of Daniel as she rethought her reaction.

He read the text to himself before throwing her phone over to the bed. When she stepped forward to collect it, the World Champion put his arm in front of her, backing the small woman against the wall.

"Where are you going?" He chuckled with a playful smile. That was all this was to him; a game. AJ said nothing as she waited for him to move. "You really humiliated me today, you know..." He looked to the brunette for a response, but when she gave him nothing he grabbed her wrist, twisting it awkwardly.

She gasped in pain as he leaned into her ear, the smell of his cologne making her nauseous. "I'm sorry!" She screamed as he tugged harder on her wrist.

"See... I don't think you really mean that." He toyed, causing her to glare up at him.

When he twisted her wrist as far as it would go without snapping, the brunette squealed in pain. "I'm sorry!" She cried, begging for a release.

Finally feeling happy with her apology, Bryan let go off her wrist with a smirk. "I've got a way that you can prove it to me." He reached out to grab at her thin arm, causing her to flinch away. "Don't make this worse than it already is..." He sighed, and she gave in unhappily.

Pulling her over to the bed, AJ felt her stomach beginning to churn. She watched nervously as he lay down on the bed, motioning her to follow him, and she did. She couldn't believe her eyes; they hadn't been physical really, not in a sexual way. "Daniel I..." His glare caused her to stop mid sentence.

"You have to show me how sorry you are." He smirked, pulling on the waistband of her shorts as he leaned in for a kiss. She wasn't sure if it was fear that stopped her from rejecting him, but the brunette allowed him to undress her as he forced his lips on hers.

He pulled away, taking a second to appreciate her petite athletic figure. An uncomfortable AJ lifted her arms to fold them over her breasts, but they were quickly pulled down by Bryan. "Don't hide. You're beautiful." And he meant it; she had curves in all the right places. His compliment caused AJ to blush a little as she felt more at ease with him.

Already hard at the sight of her half naked, Daniel began undressing himself quickly, which made the black widow tense up again as she remembered the situation that she was in. "Come here." He told her as he patted the space of bed next to him. She complied awkwardly, taking a seat beside him. He wasted no time; reaching out and touching her hips as his rough lips contacted hers once more. She lay nervously as he touched her olive skin with his cold hands, making goosebumps rise all over.

Jumping a little when he touched her panties, Bryan gave her face a soft stroke to reassure her; though it did everything but. He rubbed his finger along her folds to find them dry, much to his disappointment. "This wont do." He sighed before looking up at AJ. "Why aren't you wet for me, AJ?" His voice was filled with upset and hurt, and it made the divas champion guilty.

"Maybe if you-" She began but he cut her off by shaking his head.

"I'm doing this either way." He threatened, his voice menacing and sharp. The black widow had no choice but to please herself as Bryan watched on. Reaching down, she began to rub her clit softly. As she closed her eyes, Dean's face and voice filled her senses, causing her to get turned on; a moan escaping her lips as she fantasized about her past lover.

Her eyes flew open when her hand was grabbed and pulled away from her sensitive area. Her eyes met Bryan's again; his gaze not as soft and sensual as Deans. Without warning, he yanked at her panties, pulling them to the side as he slid into her. A sharp gasp of air came from AJ when he penetrated her and she grabbed onto the bed sheets.

Once at ease with him being inside her, AJ was able to relax a little. Daniel didn't seem to want to please her like Punk had done. He was interested in one thing, getting off. He grabbed forcefully at her breast, his fingers wrapping around her mound as he pounded into her. He wasn't interested in kissing her, or making love.

Picking up the pace, a grunt came from Bryan before he came to a stop. He rolled off her after kissing her forehead and pulled his boxers back up. AJ lay staring at the ceiling as she felt a tear run down her cheek; she felt so used.

"You should probably go and shower." Bryan ordered as he took a seat on the couch. The loud sound of the TV surrounded the room, drowning out the sound of the brunettes small sobs. Pushing herself off the bed, she dragged her body to the bathroom.

Once in the shower, AJ couldn't stop scrubbing at her body where he had touched her. She felt so dirty. Her breast was red where he had squeezed it and it was tender to touch. Though she wanted so badly to get help from her friends to leave him, she felt too embarrassed and disgusted to tell them what was really going on. This was her life now.