PART 47

MEANWHILE

Britney groaned quietly, slowly opening her eyes.  She squinted as the light flooded her eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the sudden brightness.  Her head was pounding… it felt like she had a monster hangover.  She placed her head on her forehead, trying to massage the pain away through her temples.

"Ohh man," she said painfully.  She suddenly realized that she had no clue where she was, and no clue what she was doing there.  Where the hell am I?  She looked around the unfamiliar room with great confusion… all she could make out was that she was in a bedroom.  She thought long and hard, trying to remember what she was doing in this unfamiliar place.  She couldn't remember anything about the night before.  Suddenly, she recalled seeing Adam and Torrie together in their bed.  She remembered that she was running to Chris's room… and then everything went black.  The room she was in looked nothing like a hotel room… it looked like a room in someone's house.  Oh my God… where am I?

"Hey sunshine… glad to see you're finally awake."

The voice coming from the doorway cut right into Britney's brain.  The color drained from her face as she realized who's voice it was.  It was Brock's.  Suddenly, everything that had happened last night made total sense.  When Adam told her he had no idea why Torrie Wilson was in their room, he was telling the truth.  He was set up.  Brock must have done something to Torrie to make her do that for him.  And now she was stuck in some place with him… alone.  Oh my God… what am I going to do?

"B-Brock… where are we?" Britney asked, feeling herself beginning to tremble, most likely out of fear.  Brock walked over to her, smiling as he sat down on the edge of the bed.  He reached out and placed a hand on her knee, and she jumped.

"Calm down baby… we're just at a friend's house.  He gave me the key so that you and I could be alone for awhile," he said soothingly.  Britney looked at him in disbelief.  He was talking to her as though she was his girlfriend, like they went off with each other on a daily basis.

"Brock… I-I don't," she started and stopped, trying to put some strength in her words.  She took a deep breath, forcing herself to steady her voice.  "I don't think I want to spend any time alone with you.  I don't want to be anywhere near you."

"Aww, now you don't mean that Britney.  You're just mad that I knocked you out to get you here.  But I had to do it, it was the only way I could get you away from Adam," he explained.  Britney looked at him in disgust.  Fuck being scared… after what he did last night, she was pissed.

"What the hell is the matter with you?!" she cried suddenly, causing Brock to look at her in surprise.  "You forced Torrie Wilson, who happens to be a friend of mine, to go into my room and jump in bed with my boyfriend so that I would think he was fucking around on me!  What the hell did you think was going to happen?!  I hate you Brock… I really fucking hate you.  You need to accept the fact that I love Adam… nothing you do is going to change that."  Brock looked at her skeptically.

"Of course I know that," he said.  "Do you think I'm stupid?  If I thought I had a shot with you I wouldn't have kidnapped you.  You know what Britney?  I hate you too… I hate you because you won't suck it up and get back with me… where you BELONG.  And you know who I hate even more than I hate you… that God damn baby," he said angrily, poking Britney in the stomach.  All the fear that had left her came rushing back.  She had never even thought of the baby.  She had hardly seen Brock since she had gotten pregnant, so the thought that he might want to do anything to her hadn't crossed her mind.  Britney looked around the room… she needed to get out of there fast.  She had to protect her baby.

"Please Brock, don't do anything stupid.  You can't hurt my baby," she said, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.  He scoffed at her, standing up and starting to walk away.  "W-where are you going?" she asked.

"None of your damn business.  I'll be right back honey, don't you worry," he said.  "Oh, and Brit?" he stopped, looking over his shoulder at her.  "Don't even think about trying to get out.  I *will* find you."  Britney swallowed hard, feeling the tears coming to her eyes and brushing them away.  She couldn't let him see that she was scared… he fed off of fear.  Only a few moments after he was gone, he returned… with a long rope in his hand. 

"W-what are you going to do with that?" she asked, unable to hide the fear dripping from her voice.  Brock looked at Britney and then the rope sinisterly.  He slowly walked over to her, stopping at the bed.  He sat down next to her, taking her shaking wrist into his large hand.  Taking her hand and holding it up by the bedpost, he began to wrap the rope around her wrist.

"I'm tying you here, what does it look like I'm doing?  Calm down Brit, I'm just doing this to make sure that you don't try to leave me.  You'll never leave me, ever again," he said.  As he secured her wrists tightly to the bedposts above her head, Britney looked at him in shock.  He was so delusional.  When he was done, he slid her body over a bit, laying down next to her.  Propping himself up on an elbow, he looked at her admiringly.

"You're so beautiful baby," he said, running his index finger down her cheek.  "I don't think I can hold myself back much longer," he continued, leaning his head down and inhaling the scent of her shampoo.  Britney shut her eyes, praying for someone to come, anyone who could get this man as far away from her as possible.

"H-hold yourself back from what?" she asked, though she didn't really want to know the answer.  She was just hoping it would make him put it off for a little while.  He lifted his head, staring into her eyes.  She shuddered as he stared at her intensely.

"You," he said, before lowering his head and kissing her. 

She immediately shut her mouth, trying as hard as she could to reject his tongue, which he was currently trying to pry her lips open with.  She swung her arm to punch him, forgetting that her arms were tied down.  Finally she opened her mouth and did what she did when he'd kissed her on Smackdown all those weeks back… she bit his lip as hard as she could.  He howled at her, backing off and touching his lip.  Sure enough, she'd once again drawn blood.  Britney looked up at him and saw fire in his eyes.  He balled his hand into a fist, and she squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for him to hit her.  Well, Brock hit her alright, but not in the face.  Instead of his fist connecting with her cheek, it connected with another place, a worse place… her stomach.  She couldn't contain the cry of pain that escaped her lips and the tears sprang to her eyes.  Grabbing her face in his hand, he leaned down again.

"If you want that baby to live long enough to see the light of day, don't fucking touch me again," Brock said, sending her an icy glare.  "Now, you're going to lay back and be a good girl.  As long as you're a good girl that baby of yours will be just fine.  You're going to be a good girl for me, right?" he said, talking to her like she was a baby.  Britney only looked at him, completely frozen in fear after what he'd just done.  She didn't want to say anything in fear of it being the wrong thing.

"Answer me!" Brock demanded, shaking her slightly.

"Y-yes Brock," she said helplessly.  He patted her on the head and laid her back down, kissing her again. 

Before she knew it, he was unbuttoning her shirt.  She wanted so badly to protest because she wanted him to stop, but she had to think of her baby.  She closed her eyes, trying as best as she could to tune him out as he moved his lips down her body.  Next thing she knew, he was pulling her jeans off, moving his hands to the button on his as well.  Britney, whose eyes had been shut, opened them when she sensed him sitting up.  She quickly squeezed them shut again as she saw him pulling his pants off, two tears dropping down her cheeks.  As he pried her legs open and slowly entered her, she wanted to die.  The blonde woman couldn't think of any other place in the world that could be worse than this.

"God Brit," Brock groaned as he pumped into her.  Britney felt like she was going to throw up.  It didn't even hurt, it was just that she didn't want anyone touching her but Adam.  It was absolutely awful.  She zoned out, allowing him to have his way with her.  When he was done, he slid off of her, resting next to her and stroking her hair.

"You're beautiful," he said, wiping the damp sweat off his forehead.  As he looked at her expression, he frowned.  "Oh come on," he said.  "Don't look at me like that.  You liked it too… didn't you?"  When she didn't answer, he started to get mad.  "Didn't you?!"

"W-well… not… not really," she stammered.  He looked at her with a gaze that was a mix of hurt and rage.

"What the fuck do you mean 'not really'?!  You can't honestly tell me that you didn't enjoy it!  What the fuck is wrong with you?  Do know how many women would KILL to be in your position right now?!  You should be kissing my fucking feet for even looking twice at you!" he screamed.  Britney winced… that was the one thing she always hated about Brock, even before their relationship got really bad.  He thought of himself as God's gift to women, and that all these girls were just flocking to him when in reality, they wanted nothing to do with him.

"Oh God… Adam, where are you?" Britney said quietly, praying her boyfriend would show up soon.  She felt so completely violated at the moment, that nothing in the world could make her feel better but seeing him.  She knew that once she saw him everything would be okay.  He would hold her and take her home and make her forget everything that had just happened.  I just hope he comes and does that soon.  Britney didn't realize that Brock had heard her call Adam, and when their eyes met, he had fire in his.

"Did you just ask for Adam?" he asked.  His voice was so calm that it was scary.

"I… I…"

"Shut up!" he said, slapping her suddenly across the face.  "After all I just did for you, you're still thinking about him?  What the fuck does he have that I don't have?"  Britney eyed him with total fear, but she managed to get out a statement.

"H-he… he has everything you don't.  He's smart, he's sweet, and he *really* loves me.  All this time I thought you did, but I was wrong.  He's got plenty that you don't have… he's the father of my baby," she said.  She waited for his response, watching as he processed her words.

"I told you not to talk about that goddamn baby!" he screamed suddenly, lunging at her.  He began to nail her repeatedly in the stomach, unmercifully pounding into her.  Britney screamed in pain, begging for him to stop.  She pulled at her wrists, trying with all her might to release them from the ropes.  She yanked her right wrist so hard she managed to get it out, burning her wrist in the process.  She punched Brock in the face as hard as she could, knocking him backward.  Looking at her with fury, he grabbed the lamp off the nightstand, whacking her in the head with it.  It knocked her out cold, and Brock could see the blood beginning to stain her blonde hair.

"Shit," he muttered, walking over to a chair and plopping down in it.  Suddenly, he heard a sound outside the window.  A car door shut, then another, then another.  Then, Brock heard police sirens.  Walking over to the window, he looked out into the driveway of the large house.  Holy shit, Brock thought as he looked at Britney, laying unconscious on the bed.  He didn't even help her put her pants back on yet.  He hadn't expected them to get here this early.  He saw Adam and Chris Irvine walking up the driveway… and they had Shane McMahon and two police officers with them.

Excitement!  LOL, next comes the sad part, so be prepared.  Let me know what you think!