A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone but Twisted and her family, Scott, and Dr. Daniels. Souless it is scary how in tune to my mind you are...lol And to XinnLajgin you are correct, it's gonna get really ugly and soon. Loves to all my readers and Hugz and Cyber Cookies to my faithful reviewers.

The night before the flight hadn't been kind to Twisted. After she crumpled the note and threw it away she turned on the t.v., only to find the face of Jacob Goodnight staring back at her. Yelping she had thrown the t.v. remote and jumped off the bed, peeking over the side of the mattress to make sure that the scene was over before she crawled over to the remote and turning the t.v. off. The rest of the night had been spent in a shivering huddle in the middle of the bed with the lights on. Once the sun had made it's appearance she drug herself out of bed and walking stiffly, climbed into the shower. As the hot water poured over her, she berated herself for her irrational behavior during the night. There was no way that Kane had anything to do with his movie being on, he wasn't in her head, he wasn't stalking her...well maybe he was, but she couldn't prove it without looking paranoid.

She had just gotten the last of her clothes and paperwork jammed into her suitcase when there was a knock on the door. Jumping she laughed nervously as she walked over and peeked through the peep hole. She let out a sigh of relief as she seen that it was only Matt and Jeff, opening the door she stood to the side and let them in, snatching Jeff's coffee as he walked past.

"Hey!"

"Yea, it's the first stage of horse shit, what about it?" She took a long pull off the coffee and handed the nearly empty cup back to him.

"Twisted, you look like hell, what the hell happened to you?" Matt asked looking at her face closely.

"Nothing, just couldn't sleep."

Matt looked at her skeptically but didn't push it. He walked over and grabbed her suitcase as Jeff picked up her masseuses bag.

"You guys don't need to carry my stuff, I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's why you're walking as if you've had your ass beaten raw...you haven't, have you?"

"Nope, not lately." She smirked as Jeff's face went green, recalling the day that he had walked in on her and Kane. "Hunter was right about me being sore after the training I did yesterday with Randy."

"Well, lets get going." Matt held the door open for her and Jeff and the three set off down to the lobby.

At the front desk Twisted took their keys and turned all three keys in, smiling at the clerk. As she was about to walk away, the clerk handed her an envelope that had her name in neat looping letters on the front.

"Who left this for me?" She asked looking at the clerk with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know ma'am, it was left on the desk this morning before I came on duty." The young man looked at her apologetically.

"It's ok." She smiled warmly at him and walked over to where Jeff and Matt were standing.

Ignoring their questions about the envelope, she carefully opened it, on the inside was a folded picture of her and Randy from the day before. Under the photo were the words "No matter how much you practice, I will never submit to you. You, however will always submit to me." She turned deathly white as she dropped the paper, her mouth moving as if talking, but no words came out.

"Son of a bitch." Jeff growled as he picked up the paper and looked at.

He handed it to Matt and stared at Twisted as she stood there doing her fish impression. Matt turned pale and ripped it up before throwing it in the trash can.

"He's finally gone over the edge. He wasn't this obsessed with Lita, he followed her around the arenas, but never anything like this. Twist I think you need to learn more moves than just submission."

She nodded her head and jumped when she felt someone put their hand on her shoulder, spinning around she knocked their feet out from under them and placed her foot on their chest. Blushing madly she let John up when she got a good look at who she had just assaulted.

"Damn girl, jumpy much? Just wanted to know if you still wanted me to teach you that move when we get to the next arena." John smiled at her to let her know that there were no hard feelings.

"Uh, about that, I've decided not to go the route of submissions, Mr. Umaga, Mr. Hardy, Mr. Helmsley, and Shawn are going to show me some more aggressive moves."

"Oh, well that's cool, just let me know if you need any help, or a sparring buddy."

"I'll do that Mr. Cena, thank you."

John nodded and walked out to his rental that he was sharing with Randy, Ken, and Cody. The ride to the airport was strained, Matt kept checking the rear view mirrors to see if they were being followed and Jeff kept muttering something about a five gallon bucket of neon purple paint, three kendo sticks, and a tub of lard. Twisted was trying to relax against the seat when her text message ringer went off. Hesitant she clicked on the envelope to open it. Inside the message was empty, but she knew the number was Kanes, she had saved it from his first message. She shut the phone and turned it off, stuffing it into her carry on.

They made it through the airport with minimal interruptions, and once seated on the plane and in the air, she started to finally relax. She reached into her carry on to pull out a book when she felt someone tap her shoulder. Turning in her seat she found herself staring at Carlito.

"Can I help you Sir?" She asked smiling at him.

"Yea, can I have your peanuts?"

She grinned as she handed the packet over to him. He smiled back and returned to his seat, asking loudly about what movie was going to be shown. Twisted drowned out the chattering of the men with her ipod as she opened the book she had bought about wrestling holds, throw, and attacks. She was reading about the STS and looking at the illustrations when out of the corner of her eye she noticed that someone had sat next to her. She raised her head briefly and smiled when she seen it was Umaga, taking out her ear phones she turned to him.

"Sir, is there something you need?"

"No Little One, just wondering what had your attention." He said as he pointed to the book. "Studying are we?"

"I have to do something Sir, I don't think that he would acutally hurt me physically, but I've seen him when he's in the ring, it's like he has someone or something else in control of him. I want to be able to hold some ground against him."

"Kane definitely has two persona's, but like you said I don't think that he would hurt you intentionally. Have you tried to talk to him? Maybe see why he's after you?"

"No, but I have been in contact with Taker, and he's said that Kane is feeling betrayed that I wouldn't give him time to explain his side of this. And he keeps telling me to stay out of Kanes way, but he won't tell me why exactly. I'm starting to think that this is just a plot to get me back on SmackDown, maybe I should have never left."

"Do you miss being there?"

"Yes...NO!...maybe. I do miss the guys there, even though they were annoying more often than not. I just couldn't handle being around them all after the tapes aired."

"Don't worry Little One, everything will turn out right in the end." Umaga patted her hand and smiled at her.

Twisted smiled back and wished that she could believe him. Umaga left his seat and wandered back to his orginal one, leaving her to think about everything. The rest of the flight was quiet, except for Carlito flicking peanuts at Hunter and blaming it on Santino. After they disembarked from the plane Twisted grabbed her suitcase and masseuses bag and headed over to the rental car counter. As she waited for the clerk to return with her keys her cell went off, and her relaxed feeling from the plane was shattered as she answered.

"Yes Deadman, what can I help you with today?"

"Hey Darlin', just wonderin how you were holding up with my psycho little brother after ya?" Taker's voice took on an amused edge as she growled at him.

"I'm doing fine, although I get the feeling that this is just another plot of yours to get me to come back."

"Oh no Darlin', I, for once, am completely innocent in this. Hell I just got off the phone with Vince, he said that Kane called him with a Story line idea. He wouldn't tell me about it though, although after watchin RAW last night, I pretty much have the gist of it. And a word of warning to ya, he's not happy about Randy having his hands and legs all over you, so you might want to not find yourself alone with him."

"Taker how do you know about Randy training me?"

"He sent me pictures of the two of you yesterday, with a few disturbing comments about what he wants to do to young Randall."

"Like your brother doesn't have enough pictures of me." She said dryly.

"Little girl, he's snapped, this isn't the side of him that you are used to dealing with, I'm warning you, stay with a group of the guys or it's not going to end well. You'll be back here, but I can't for certain say in what condition you will find yourself in, mentally or physically." Takers voice raised a notch, causing a small flame of fear to unfurl in the pit of her stomach.

"Alright, thanks for the heads up Taker, I have to get going now, I just got the rental and I'm running behind the guys."

"Raelynn, I'm no..." Twisted cut him off by shutting her phone.

A couple of minutes later the clerk returned with the keys to her small ford escort, she smiled and thanked him as she walked out the door. Looking around the lot she spotted the car on the other side of the parking lot. She trudged over and after putting her bags in the trunk, she opened the door. She was about to climb in when she noticed a piece of paper laying on the drivers seat. In bold letters it read,

ONE MORE WEEK TWISTED. REMEMBER THE FATE OF THE RAW LOCKER ROOM RESTS ON YOUR DECISION.

Twisted felt the blood leave her face as she picked up the paper with shaking hands. She read it a few times, as if by doing so it would make the message different. She drew a calming breath and crumpled the paper, tossing it into the backseat as she turned around to face the empty parking lot.

"I'm NOT afraid of you!" She screamed.

"You should be." The words were said quietly and with deadly force.

Twisted half turned and stared up into the cold, unrelenting glare of Kane, a feral smile on his face and the length of silk that she had bound his wrists together with in his hand.

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Taker growled as he snapped his phone shut, glaring at the forest green face plate. If he didn't know better he would have thought that Twisted was some long lost sister of his and Kane's. That damn girl was too damn stubborn and proud for her own good, but she would make an invaluable member of his inner circle.

"But then that would make what he and Twisted done...ewwwwwwwwww." Taker shuddered as the thought ran unchecked through his mind.

His thoughts however, were mercifully interrupted by someone pounding on his hotel room door.

"Come in!" He called, his voice gravely and low pitched.

"Undertaker, Sir, you will never believe what we have managed to uncover." Zach stated as he and Curt went down to one knee in front him.

"Well? What is it, I don't have all day!" He snapped.

"Your brother is completely innocent in connection to the tapes being aired." Curt said, hoping to alleviate Takers annoyance.

"How do you know this?" His voice was calm and held an interested edge to it as he looked at the young men.

"Listen." Zach pulled a digital recorder out of his pocket and pressed play.

Takers eyes widened then narrowed as he heard Jamie drunkenly boast about what he had done, laughing then lamenting about how it backfired on him. Taker surged to his feet and started to pace, Zach and Curt stayed kneeling knowing that if they moved they would find themselves slammed on their backs. Suddenly he stopped and motioned for Zach and Curt to rise, a dark smile replacing the menacing scowl he had on moments before.

"You both have done well, Zach send Edge to me, Curt trail Jamie and see who the little worm cavorts with other than The Miz. He's not smart enough to have put the tapes and audio together by himself. Now go!"

The two stumbled over themselves to do as Taker had bid, neither really thinking about why they were doing so, or when they had started to take orders from him. Taker sat down on his bed and stared at his phone, wondering if he should call Twisted or Kane first with the news. He finally decided that he would wait until BackLash to reveal this bombshell. A thought then struck him out of the blue and he hurriedly called Vince to explain it to him, grinning at his own brilliance. The called lasted all of three minutes, with Taker smiling broadly as he shut his phone. A few minutes later there was a timid sounding knock on his door.

"Come in."

"Undertaker." Edge bowed mockingly as he entered the room. "I was told that you wanted to see me."

"That's right, do you want the position back that you held in the original Darkness Ministry?"

"Why?" Edge's voice took on a wary tone as he stared the older man down.

"Can you honestly stand there and watch as these younger, untrained kids come in and make a mockery of the business that we have worked our entire lives in and be ok with it?"

"No, but it's not their fault, it's Vinces', he brings them in and expects us to train them and make them look good. It pisses me off, but it's my job."

"Edge I want to bring back the Ministry, I want to weed out those that aren't worthy to be in the ring, and I need an enforcer to keep the others in line. Now do you want that position back?"

"Taker I would mildly retarded to say no to that, but what are you going to do about Vince? When he finds out that isn't just a story line, he's going to flip and possible fire us all."

"You leave the old man to me Edge. Now go and start your list of those to be spared and those to be eliminated, I want to see a copy of it before we air Smackdown this week."

"As you wish Sir." Edge bowed and left the room, although once he was on the other side of the door, he couldn't explain why he had done so.

Taker sat and stared off into space, his other half of his brain taking over for a minute and lecturing him on what he was doing and what the outcome would be. Just a quickly the darker side of him took back command and Taker rose from the and went over to the window and stared out at the late afternoon sun.

"Soon everything will be in place and the strong once again will claim what is rightfully theirs." Taker laughed darkly as he then walked over to the bed and lay down on top of the sheets, his arms crossed over his chest, falling almost immediately in a deep trance like sleep.

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Kane watched as Twisted seemed to stop breathing and took grim satisfaction in the knowledge that he was the cause of it. He moved closer and laughed as she tried to back away, only to have the open car door stop her get away. He raise his left hand and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him, letting out a low groan as she nervously ran her tongue over her bottom lip to moisten it. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, binding her wrists the same way that she had done to him. He watched as she struggled against the bonds for a moment, her eyes widening in fear and desperation when she realized that she couldn't wiggle out of them. Knowing what was coming next, Kane took out a belt that he had bought and looped it through the binding and then buckled it into place, keeping her arms down in front of her.

"Come on now Twisted, do you really think I'm that dense, if I could undo them with my teeth then I know you could have." His voice was still deadly as he held her close to him again.

"What the hell is your deal? Huh? Do you do this to all your one night stands?" Her voice was bitter as she spat the words out at him.

Kane stayed quiet and watched as she shuttered her eyes, refusing him access to her thoughts. He moved his hand from her chin to the back of her head where he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, watching as fear dominated her eyes again. Unable to help himself he crushed her lips to his and pressed her against the door, unleashing his pent up frustrations through his kiss. His hands had a mind of their own as they roamed her body, one finally coming to rest on the small of her back, pressing her harder against him, the other lifting her up and holding her in place. He forced entrance into her mouth and hissed as she bit down on his tongue, but instead of pulling away like she wanted he kept his onslaught up, finally moving from her mouth to the hallow of her throat. He felt her squirm and try to shift away as he licked the pulse and nipped lightly. Then as suddenly as he had started it, he stopped, he opened the back door and put Twisted down on the seat, engaging the child safety locks before he shut the door. He climbed behind the wheel and started towards the hotel, taking extra precautions to make sure that he wasn't being followed.

Once there he grabbed the room key from his pocket and let Twisted out of the car, smirking at the glare she was giving him. As they walked to the front door he draped a coat over her hands, making it look like she was carrying it.

"Now, behave as we go through the lobby, one scene out of you and I what I do to you when we get to the room won't be pretty, understand?" He hissed the words in her ear, making it look like he was kissing her neck.

Twisted nodded her head and followed Kane through the lobby, looking around for any of the others. As they stepped onto the elevator Jeff, Umaga, Hunter, and Shawn came walking into the lobby. Before she could clear her throat or yell, the doors closed and she felt her hopes of being saved go right out the proverbal window. Shoulders slumped she trailed behind Kane after they got off the elevator, furtively glancing out of the corner of her eyes for an escape route. She wasn't paying any attention to him, so when he stopped in front of one of the door she collided with his back, and being unable to use her hands she fell down hard on her rear. Hearing the noise Kane turned around and looked down on her sprawled form, hiding a smirk he picked her up and carried her into the room, depositing her on the bed. Before she could roll off the bed, he grabbed the silk and after removing it from the belt, wrenched her arms above her head. Ignoring her gasp of pain he slipped the silk into the open circle of a handcuff and clicked it closed, delighting in the way she trembled below him.

Kane straightened up and stared down at her, a sardonic smile on his face as she tried to pull her arms free. His smile grew wider as he unbuttoned her jeans and practically ripped them from her body, he then pulled out a pair of scissors and cut off the shirt that she was wearing. Finally he used the scissors to remove her bra, leaving her naked except for her thong.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" Her voice was quivered as she pulled her legs up to her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself.

"Are you familiar with the saying, "An Eye for An Eye"?" Kanes voice was low and had a husky timber to it as he stared at her. "You left me in this position in your hotel room for Jeff to find, so I'm going to return the favor. But I think I'm going to have some fun first."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and lightly ran his fingers over her stomach and up her rib cage, stopping under her right breast. He stared at her intently, watching her face as he touched her. A part of him softened as he seen a tear slid down her cheek and watched her silently crying, but other part of his mind came back forcefully to the front. Growling he stretched out and kissed her hard, one hand working it's way past the fabric of her thong and lightly rubbing circles against her clit. He pulled away, still lightly rubbing her, and watched as fear and desire warred in her eyes. He slid one finger in and watched fascinated as her eyes widened and she bit her lip trying not to cry out. The pace was slow going, he wasn't trying to push her over the edge, not yet anyways. He grinned as she she started to meet his slow thrusts, grinding her hips against his hand. After a few minutes he added another finger and picked the pace up until he felt her walls constrict around his fingers and heard her cry out.

"That's it Rae, come for me." Deciding not to waste the oppertunity he bent down and lapped at her juices until he was sure that he had gotten it all.

Straightening again he kissed her, working his tongue into her mouth so that she could taste herself on him, when she started to respond he pulled away and looked at her, sardonic smile back in place.

"You belong to me, do you still deny it?" He delighted in the way she turned red, embarrassed that he had done that to her.

"Fuck you." She spat, the desire in her eyes replaced by loathing.

"Maybe later." He stood up and walked over to the door, turning around and watching her struggle a minute before he spoke again. "And trust me, there will mostly definitely be a later." He walked back to the bed and kissed her hard again before left, smiling at the obscenities she was hurling at his back.

Kane went down three doors to his own room and penned a quick letter for Jeff, placing Twisteds room key and the key to the handcuffs in the envelope with it. He changed his clothes and put a ball cap on. At the last minute he changed the name on the envelope from Jeff to Randy, with a satisfied smirk he walked down to the lobby, dropping it off with the clerk.

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Randy was heading out with Jeff, John, and Jericho when the clerk at the desk waved him over. She was mildly attractive so he put on his bad boy smirk and walked over, leaning on the counter top casually.

"Can I help you?" He dropped his voice and locked eyes with her.

"Mr. Orton, there was a envelope dropped off for you." She flashed a bright smile at him and handed him the envelope, making sure that her wedding band was in plain sight.

Randy smiled back at her and walked over to where the other guys were waiting by the door.

"Whats' that?"

"Dunno."

"Who left it?"

"Jeff, I have no idea."

Randy ran his finger under the flap and pulled the folded paper out, the room key and the handcuff key falling out when he unfolded it. John bent down and picked them up staring at the handcuff key puzzled. He dropped them when Randy took off running towards the elevator, dropping the paper as he went. John picked it up and stared wide eyed as he read it aloud for the other to hear.

Randy,

You guys aren't doing your job, some protectors you have turned out to be. You trainee is in room 415, however what state you find her in is completely dependant on how fast you get this and how quick you can get to her room. I trust you'll like the way I have her situated even if it isn't pretty, and yes she fought back, a little hell cat that one is. I can't believe the cops weren't called because of the noise she made, her screaming was loud as I played with her. Breaking her will be my greatest accomplishment. Just remember I got to her this time, and if she doesn't make the right decision I'll get to her again, have no fear on that one.

John swallowed before he headed towards the elevators too, picking up both the keys on his way and holding them tightly in his hand. As he waited for the doors to open, Jeff had called Umaga and Jericho questioned the clerk to see who had left the enevlope. Jeff and John rode up, silently cursing the slowness of the elevator, when the doors dinged open they stepped out and seen Randy ramming his shoulder into the door of what they guessed was 415. John jogged down to the door and with a slightly shaking hand he fit the key in the lock and opened the door. He stepped in first and dropped the handcuff key as he stared at the bed, Randy jostled him out of the way but soon was doing the same thing. Jeff finally pushed past the stunned duo and raced over to the bed where Twisted lay with her eyes closed, her head cradled against her arm. He shook her lightly, praying that she was sleeping.

"Wha??" Her eyes opened slowly and she focused on Jeff, snapping fully awake as she looked over his shoulder and seen John and Randy standing behind him.

"Twisted, are you ok?" Jeff moved so that he blocked the her view of the other too and took his shirt off, throwing it over her.

"Yea, yea." She shook her head and looked away, exposing her neck and the nip marks that Kane had left.

"John, handcuff key." Jeff ground out as he searched her over for more marks.

John walked over mutely and handed the key to Jeff, his mouth hanging open. Growling he pushed John away and reached up to unhook the handcuffs, carefully holding her wrists and guiding them down to her chest. He started to rub her shoulders when Umaga came in. When he seen Twisted on the bed with her hands still bound at the wrists he hurried over and sat down on the other side of her.

"Jeff, get that off her wrists, it may be cutting off circulation." Umaga took over working on her shoulders and upper arms, trying hard not to hurt her more than she already was.

Twisted winced as the feeling rushed back into her arms and wrists, sitting straight up for the first time in three hours she rolled her shoulders.

"Jeff, please get the silent peanut gallery out of here so that I can get some clothes on." Her voice was strained, as she started to rub her temples.

Jeff got up from the bed and herded John and Randy out into the hallway, promising to let them in when she was done. When he turned around Twisted was standing by the bed pulling on his sweatpants from the day before and talking to Umaga in low tones. He walked over to the side of the bed and picked up her shirt, snarling is disgust when he realized that it was cut, he took a closer look and let out a bark like laughter.

"What?" She asked as she looked at him.

"You were wearing an Orton shirt?"

"Yea, and dammit I had just gotten the sleeves taken off of that one too." She grinned ruefully as she took the shirt from Jeff and threw it into the trash can.

She walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a older Hardy Boyz shirt and pulled it on, hugging herself as she turned and looked at the bed. As she looked down at the foot she noticed leather leg shackles laying on top of the comforter. Shivering she called the front desk and asked to be moved to a different room. After she had that taken care of she let John and Randy back into the room and sat down as they stared at her.

"Guys, I want to start training and I want to start now." Her voice was low and her eyes hard as she spoke.

"Little One, I think that is a good idea." Umaga stood and looked at the other three young men. "I'm going to take her to a gym that I know that has a good ring."

"I'm going to go with you." Jeff said as he went and stood next to Umaga.

"Ah, hell, we're in too." John said as he looked at Randy who nodded his agreement.

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Kane watched from his seat in the lobby as five left, grinning darkly as Jericho followed five minutes later growling about how incompetent hotel staff were these days.

"Go ahead little girl, try and fight, it'll only make your submission that much more satisfying."

He got up and headed back to his room to lay down for awhile, he had talked the clerk out of her new room and made plans to be there when she got back from where ever she went. Smiling he closed his eyes, seeing her body taunt under him screaming her release.