Disclaimer: I don't own the wrestlers or anything remotely familiar to you. I did come up with the idea but that's about it.
Author's note: At the end of the chapter there is a scene that includes attempted rape so a few of the images I wrote are kind of graphic. It's nothing terribly bad but I just thought I'd warn you because they may offend some people.
Chapter Two
Stephanie arrived in Houston Texas at about 10 am local time. She knew there would eventually be hell to pay, but she wasn't going to let her father's morals, or lack there of, take over her life.
She called Mark again. Since she was the one who traveled so far on his behalf, he insisted that she stay with him. She tried to refuse but he could be just as stubborn as he was. She knew she was in for an interesting few weeks. She knew what her father was capable of in his recent mindset: anything.
Stephanie arrived at Mark's house about twenty minutes later. It was beautiful.
She asked how he was doing, and the two made small talk for a little while. Mark said he wanted to see if anything was out of place.
"Mark, have you looked through her room?" Stephanie asked. "If he left any clues they probably would be in there." She remembered the thing her father had for bedrooms and bathrooms when he was writing stalker storylines and hoped that it would give them some kind of clue. She'd been seeing similarities in his onscreen and off screen behavior more than usual recently.
Mark just about slapped himself. He should have thought of that himself. He'd only worked for Vince for thirteen years.
Mark found a few things missing but nothing important was missing. Stephanie assured him that Savannah would be fine for a while. "Vince doesn't do anything without a reason. She's fine," she reminded him.
"Not if he's losing touch with reality," Mark told her. He never thought that the young woman in front of him would help him so much.
"That would only mean that he was crazy not stupid," Stephanie said. "Mr. McMahon would probably be the personality he reverts to. Meaning stupidity isn't on his list of traits."
"But extreme cruelty would be," Mark said remembering the greater power storyline years ago when he had supposedly arranged for Stephanie's kidnapping. The storyline had to be toned down a little bit from the way he originally wrote it.
"Only if he doesn't get what he wants," Stephanie reminded him.
"What does he want?" Mark asked. Maybe Stephanie would have more insight into her father's mind.
"I'm not exactly sure, but my guess would be revenge," Stephanie told him. Revenge often was the motive of Mr. McMahon.
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Savannah wasn't sure how to get out of her prison. Whatever kind of glass was on the window there was grills on the outside so it doesn't matter. She'd never make it out that way.
Now her dad was really her only way out. She knew he would find her eventually. She had to believe. She had to believe that otherwise she'd never make it out of here again.
Vince wasn't treating her any different than the first time he saw her. He was still very aggressive even though he usually watched his goons beat up on her. He probably didn't want to lower himself to the level of a common criminal.
"Savannah it paints me to see you like this. If only you'd do as I ask and promise not to run away," Vince said. He counted on her word being as important to her as it was to her father.
Savannah contemplated this briefly. He hadn't said no attempts to contact her father though her common sense told her that it was out of the question. She knew Vince was a pain in the butt to deal with but it might just be worth it.
"What exactly do you mean I'll be out of here?" Savannah asked. She needed to know exactly what she was getting herself into agreeing to this. If she was just going to be let in the rest of the building with all his goons then it probably wouldn't be worth it. She'd be better off in her little room.
"You'll be able to make our food and clean up after us and be the proper mistress of the house, giving us whatever we demand," Vince told her like she was a small child.
"I'd have to say you've gone off the deep end," Savannah told him "I'm not anyone's slave. I'm my own person."
"You still think your father is going to come save you don't you?" Vince asked. "Sorry to burst your bubble but he's probably shagging my harlot daughter, assuming you ran away and will be back soon."
"He's figured you out," Savannah said not giving in. "He knows you captured me thanks to your precious daughter. She's probably helping him try to find me as we speak."
"That's where you're wrong little girl," he said smacking her hard enough to send her sprawling roughly on her small hard bed.
Vince bent down and roughly kissed the girl still sprawled on the bed. Savannah quickly regained her senses and slapped Vince with all her might.
Vince was unsure of how to react for about ten seconds, then he was angry. This girl had the audacity to attempt to hurt him. He smacked her sharply across the face again, and went back to kissing her, pinning her arms over her head.
"Stop," she said trying to wiggle free of his grasp. If she could get out from underneath him then she would have a chance.
Vince let go of Savannah's arms to undo the buttons on her shirt. Savannah tried even more desperately to get out of his grasp. If she didn't get out soon then something bad was going to happen.
"Don't even try to get away. The doors are locked," Vince warned seeing he desperation on her face. He wasn't afraid of desperation. Desperation was only one step from breaking her.
Savannah had been in her share of helpless situations but she couldn't think of a situation she'd ever been in worse than this. She kept wiggling and squirming to attempt to hold off the inevitable. She wasn't to successful. She realized that when he roughly finished unbuttoning her shirt.
Savannah tried to smack Vince again but he was to fast for her, and grabbed her wrist roughly. She almost gasped in pain at the strength in his grip.
Vince unhooked her bra, and started fondling her breasts. Savannah was more determined to get herself out of the situation. She wasn't going to be able to get what he wanted without her putting up a fight.
"Please stop. I do what you want if you just stop," Savannah nearly pleaded. It took all her intestinal fortitude no to plea wit the evil man on top of her.
"I want you," Vince said roughly.
Savannah finally managed to get one leg free and pulled her knee up into his groin. He wasn't sure what to do as pain radiated through his body. He rolled off Savannah.
Savannah quickly got up and as she was going to the door she looked around to find something she could use as a weapon. There wasn't anything in the room, but the door had been unlocked. She exited the room only to find two of his goons in the hallway.
Author's note: At the end of the chapter there is a scene that includes attempted rape so a few of the images I wrote are kind of graphic. It's nothing terribly bad but I just thought I'd warn you because they may offend some people.
Chapter Two
Stephanie arrived in Houston Texas at about 10 am local time. She knew there would eventually be hell to pay, but she wasn't going to let her father's morals, or lack there of, take over her life.
She called Mark again. Since she was the one who traveled so far on his behalf, he insisted that she stay with him. She tried to refuse but he could be just as stubborn as he was. She knew she was in for an interesting few weeks. She knew what her father was capable of in his recent mindset: anything.
Stephanie arrived at Mark's house about twenty minutes later. It was beautiful.
She asked how he was doing, and the two made small talk for a little while. Mark said he wanted to see if anything was out of place.
"Mark, have you looked through her room?" Stephanie asked. "If he left any clues they probably would be in there." She remembered the thing her father had for bedrooms and bathrooms when he was writing stalker storylines and hoped that it would give them some kind of clue. She'd been seeing similarities in his onscreen and off screen behavior more than usual recently.
Mark just about slapped himself. He should have thought of that himself. He'd only worked for Vince for thirteen years.
Mark found a few things missing but nothing important was missing. Stephanie assured him that Savannah would be fine for a while. "Vince doesn't do anything without a reason. She's fine," she reminded him.
"Not if he's losing touch with reality," Mark told her. He never thought that the young woman in front of him would help him so much.
"That would only mean that he was crazy not stupid," Stephanie said. "Mr. McMahon would probably be the personality he reverts to. Meaning stupidity isn't on his list of traits."
"But extreme cruelty would be," Mark said remembering the greater power storyline years ago when he had supposedly arranged for Stephanie's kidnapping. The storyline had to be toned down a little bit from the way he originally wrote it.
"Only if he doesn't get what he wants," Stephanie reminded him.
"What does he want?" Mark asked. Maybe Stephanie would have more insight into her father's mind.
"I'm not exactly sure, but my guess would be revenge," Stephanie told him. Revenge often was the motive of Mr. McMahon.
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Savannah wasn't sure how to get out of her prison. Whatever kind of glass was on the window there was grills on the outside so it doesn't matter. She'd never make it out that way.
Now her dad was really her only way out. She knew he would find her eventually. She had to believe. She had to believe that otherwise she'd never make it out of here again.
Vince wasn't treating her any different than the first time he saw her. He was still very aggressive even though he usually watched his goons beat up on her. He probably didn't want to lower himself to the level of a common criminal.
"Savannah it paints me to see you like this. If only you'd do as I ask and promise not to run away," Vince said. He counted on her word being as important to her as it was to her father.
Savannah contemplated this briefly. He hadn't said no attempts to contact her father though her common sense told her that it was out of the question. She knew Vince was a pain in the butt to deal with but it might just be worth it.
"What exactly do you mean I'll be out of here?" Savannah asked. She needed to know exactly what she was getting herself into agreeing to this. If she was just going to be let in the rest of the building with all his goons then it probably wouldn't be worth it. She'd be better off in her little room.
"You'll be able to make our food and clean up after us and be the proper mistress of the house, giving us whatever we demand," Vince told her like she was a small child.
"I'd have to say you've gone off the deep end," Savannah told him "I'm not anyone's slave. I'm my own person."
"You still think your father is going to come save you don't you?" Vince asked. "Sorry to burst your bubble but he's probably shagging my harlot daughter, assuming you ran away and will be back soon."
"He's figured you out," Savannah said not giving in. "He knows you captured me thanks to your precious daughter. She's probably helping him try to find me as we speak."
"That's where you're wrong little girl," he said smacking her hard enough to send her sprawling roughly on her small hard bed.
Vince bent down and roughly kissed the girl still sprawled on the bed. Savannah quickly regained her senses and slapped Vince with all her might.
Vince was unsure of how to react for about ten seconds, then he was angry. This girl had the audacity to attempt to hurt him. He smacked her sharply across the face again, and went back to kissing her, pinning her arms over her head.
"Stop," she said trying to wiggle free of his grasp. If she could get out from underneath him then she would have a chance.
Vince let go of Savannah's arms to undo the buttons on her shirt. Savannah tried even more desperately to get out of his grasp. If she didn't get out soon then something bad was going to happen.
"Don't even try to get away. The doors are locked," Vince warned seeing he desperation on her face. He wasn't afraid of desperation. Desperation was only one step from breaking her.
Savannah had been in her share of helpless situations but she couldn't think of a situation she'd ever been in worse than this. She kept wiggling and squirming to attempt to hold off the inevitable. She wasn't to successful. She realized that when he roughly finished unbuttoning her shirt.
Savannah tried to smack Vince again but he was to fast for her, and grabbed her wrist roughly. She almost gasped in pain at the strength in his grip.
Vince unhooked her bra, and started fondling her breasts. Savannah was more determined to get herself out of the situation. She wasn't going to be able to get what he wanted without her putting up a fight.
"Please stop. I do what you want if you just stop," Savannah nearly pleaded. It took all her intestinal fortitude no to plea wit the evil man on top of her.
"I want you," Vince said roughly.
Savannah finally managed to get one leg free and pulled her knee up into his groin. He wasn't sure what to do as pain radiated through his body. He rolled off Savannah.
Savannah quickly got up and as she was going to the door she looked around to find something she could use as a weapon. There wasn't anything in the room, but the door had been unlocked. She exited the room only to find two of his goons in the hallway.