Chapter 14
Paul drove to the vacant lot at the directions Undertaker presented him over the phone. He put his hummer in park behind the car. Hetooks a deep breath before stepping out of the hummer. He shut the door and began waling towards the car. The clouds began to roll in and it was 5:30 in the afternoon. He heard a soft boom of thunder fill the air. He looked up at the sky before proceeding to walk again towards the car.
"Stephanie!" Paul called out. "Stephanie. Are you alright?" There was no answer. He called her name again. "Stephanie! Please answer me!" Still no answer from her.
He made a mad dash towards the car wasting no more time. He looked in the front seat. She wasn't there. He looked in the backseat. She wasn't there. He went to the trunk and banged on it. "STEPHANIE!" Still no answer. The only response he got was Undertaker covering his mouth and nose with a chloroform-soaked rag. He struggled to break free from Undertaker's iron grasp, but to no avail. Paul was fading fast and before long, he finally passed out. The last thing he heard before darkness hit him was the demonic, sadistic chuckle of the man known as Undertaker.
Paul was out for half an hour before he gained his consciousness back, slowly. He woke up and noticed he wasn't outside anymore, but inside. Where, he didn't know, but somehow the room looked strangely familiar. Then it hit him. He was in this room before. It was his dressing room for his wedding day. The room was decorated with candels that were lit, crucifixes on the wall along with a big picture of Jesus on the wall. He tried to move, but it was then he realized that he was restrained to a chair with his hands tied behind his back. He tried so hard to break free of his rope restraints, but he failed. It was no use.
"You can try that all you like, but you won't escape. No matter how hard you try."
Paul looked up where that oh-so-familiar voice came from. He locked eyes with the very man who made his and Stephanie's lives miserable. Undertaker stood in the doorway of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. He was fully dressed head to toe in black with his jet black hair hanging down on his shoulders.
"Where's Stephanie?" Paul demanded through gritted teeth.
"In a room down the hall getting dressed...for our wedding."
Paul tried to break free again but still the ropes didn't budge. "You dirty, rotten, son of a..." he began to say.
Undertaker wagged a finger in his direction. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. This is a church. This is the Lord's House. He wouldn't like such hateful tongue in His place of worship."
"You said you would let her go."
Undertaker begins to walk towards him, and leans down to where his eyes are level with Pauls. "I lied."
Paul growled in frustration and tried even harder to break free from his restraints. Undertaker let out a hearty laugh and walked away from Paul to stand in front of a full mirror. He gave himself a once-over look, straightening his bow-tie. "I don't understand you, Paul. I thought you were tough. I thought you would protect her from harm and any danger that came her way. But you couldn't even do that, could you?" He turned towarsds Paul once again. "I guess you've already figured out the familiarity of this room. You're right. This is the same church that you two love birds wed...just a month ago." He put his hand in his pants pocket to pull out a roll of duct tape. "Isn't it ironic?" He pulled a strap of tape from the roll and tossed it aside.
A deep scowl appeared on Paul's face. His eyes were full of hate and anger towards the man which stood before him. "Undertaker, if I ever get my hands on you, mmph" Paul was stopped mid-sentence when Undertaker slapped the piece of duct tape to his mouth.
"You were saying?" Undertaker mocked with a smirk. He gripped Paul's chin to make sure he looked directly into his eyes. "I seem to remember our first phone conversation. Remember when I said to you 'She will be mine'? That happens tonight." He lightly slapped Paul across the face. He stood to his full height. "I have to go now. Don't want to be late for my own wedding." He walked over to the door to leave the room. Before he walked out of the room, he turned to Paul one last time. "I'll give her a big kiss for you, too. Sorry you'll miss it." Undertaker walked out of the room laughing heartily, leaving Paul with his thoughts...alone.