Disclaimer: I'm not Vince McMahon so I own pretty much nothing. I did create the plot and Savannah and Sierra Callaway though.
Author's note: Sorry it took so long but this is like the revised second version of the chapter. I hope you like it.
Unexpected
Chapter Three
Savannah had been locked up for days. She'd gotten enough food and water to survive but that didn't mean that she was in good shape. She was battered bruised and sleep deprived among other things. The only good thing right now was she hadn't seen or heard from Vince since the incident days before. She pushed it to the back of her mind so she wouldn't think anymore about it.
Savannah was honestly bored out of her mind. The goons, who had brought her scraps of food and she heard occasionally, must have been under strict orders not to speak to or acknowledge her existence because she wasn't getting any response from them no matter what insults she threw their way. It was more frustrating than being trapped to her.
She prayed her dad would find her though it was beginning to look more and more like Vince said the other day about no one looking for her being true. 'Stop that,' she thought, 'he hasn't found you yet.' She said a prayer she hoped her mother heard so her dad would know where to find her.
Savannah had to be careful. She was at times beginning to talk to herself. She wasn't worried about them thinking she was crazy. She was worried about them knowing what her weaknesses are and would make her break. She had the advantage of being a relative enigma to her captors.
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Mark was going to go crazy. He needed to know where his daughter was. He needed to be able to protect her, to comfort her. He wasn't going to rest until she was back with him.
Mark couldn't help but smile. Stephanie fell asleep in the rocking chair with Sierra. Sierra had take to Stephanie the few days she'd been there. Mark was also surprised that Stephanie taken to the toddler that who was far to mischievous for her own good.
Mark took Sierra upstairs before waking Stephanie up. He would have carried her up, but he didn't think she would be to comfortable sleeping in what she was wearing.
"You need sleep too," Stephanie told him yawning, "your not superman stop trying to be."
Mark knew she was right, but every time he fell asleep he say images of Savannah being tortured and him finding her broken shell, or worse not finding her at all. It had become easier to just not sleep at all.
Stephanie headed up to the guest room. She knew there was nothing she could do to quell his inner demons until he chose to confide in her and tell her what they were. She already knew that he was softer than he ever let anyone see.
Stephanie honestly couldn't imagine what he was going through. She didn't have any children so it was hard to imagine having one missing. She did the best she could though. Sometimes there was nothing you can do for someone except be there when they fall. He was falling now and there was no bottom in sight.
Mark would probably never get a chance to tell her how much he appreciated he all the little things Stephanie did like rock Sierra to sleep or the cookies she'd made the previous day. Something told him that it was probably better that way. It had been so much comfort just having her around. If only Savannah had been here he would easily be able to get used to this.
That seemed to be were all his thoughts went recently. How could she have been taken off the front porch without him knowing when he could hear any move Sierra made from just about anywhere in the house. He had to be the world's worst father.
"Stop beating yourself up," he said out loud. Now along with being a lousy father he was going crazy too. Life couldn't get much worse.
Stephanie heard Mark pacing around downstairs. She had been cursed with being a light sleeper like her mother. She remembered how when Paul was particularly stressed about anything, personal or professional, he'd a pace around his office.
She remembered the last memory of their marriage, aside from the yelling and name calling, had been her hearing him pace his office digesting what his father-in-law had told him.
Unfortunately Stephanie couldn't remember that without remembering the next morning also. She tried and tried to tell Paul that it was all lies but he wouldn't listen. She tried to forget what he said. She knew they were out of anger. He was to wrapped up in his own pain to see her pain.
Stephanie couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She'd yet to cry over the relationship that was stolen from her. She'd yet to acknowledge that no matter what she said. Paul would never forgive the indescressions he father made up. She didn't even know who she was supposedly sleeping with. Once her tears started flowing there wasn't anything she could do to stop them.
Mark heard her crying though he knew she was trying not to make any noise. His one weakness aside from his family was pretty women crying. He tried not to go up as he knew the youngest McMahon was a private person, but as the sound got louder he couldn't help but to go up and hold her.
"Shh, whatever it is, it's okay," Mark told her soothingly, just holding her.
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Savannah knew something was up. She knew it was late but she heard hushed whispering. She hoped she'd have a companion, but then quickly took it back. No one deserved to be here.
Before she had to much time to ponder what the goons were planning she fell into an exhaustion, or nearly exhaustion, induced sleep. Little did she know that Vince had returned to his hideout.
Vince was planning his next move. His associates had done as he demanded and left Savannah in complete solitude but it hadn't had the desired results. He knew the other day when she forced himself on the young woman he was being rather rash, but what if that was the only what it took to break her. Nothing else he was trying had worked. She was beaten regularly, ignored, and only given enough food to keep her body from shutting down, but she still had the same spirit she had when she arrived.
Vince knew desperate times called for desperate measures but he wasn't sure how desperate he was. He needed to see how close the girl was to breaking or going insane. He didn't care which seeing as both would have similar results. At this point driving her insane might be easier than breaking her spirit.
After talking with is associates he we went up to check on his captive. She was asleep in the fetal position so he shut the door and went to his own room to get some sleep. He'd check on her mental status in the morning he knew morning would come soon enough.
You've read so now please review. I would really appreciate it if you do. And if something confuses you ask me, others are probably wondering the same thing.
Author's note: Sorry it took so long but this is like the revised second version of the chapter. I hope you like it.
Unexpected
Chapter Three
Savannah had been locked up for days. She'd gotten enough food and water to survive but that didn't mean that she was in good shape. She was battered bruised and sleep deprived among other things. The only good thing right now was she hadn't seen or heard from Vince since the incident days before. She pushed it to the back of her mind so she wouldn't think anymore about it.
Savannah was honestly bored out of her mind. The goons, who had brought her scraps of food and she heard occasionally, must have been under strict orders not to speak to or acknowledge her existence because she wasn't getting any response from them no matter what insults she threw their way. It was more frustrating than being trapped to her.
She prayed her dad would find her though it was beginning to look more and more like Vince said the other day about no one looking for her being true. 'Stop that,' she thought, 'he hasn't found you yet.' She said a prayer she hoped her mother heard so her dad would know where to find her.
Savannah had to be careful. She was at times beginning to talk to herself. She wasn't worried about them thinking she was crazy. She was worried about them knowing what her weaknesses are and would make her break. She had the advantage of being a relative enigma to her captors.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark was going to go crazy. He needed to know where his daughter was. He needed to be able to protect her, to comfort her. He wasn't going to rest until she was back with him.
Mark couldn't help but smile. Stephanie fell asleep in the rocking chair with Sierra. Sierra had take to Stephanie the few days she'd been there. Mark was also surprised that Stephanie taken to the toddler that who was far to mischievous for her own good.
Mark took Sierra upstairs before waking Stephanie up. He would have carried her up, but he didn't think she would be to comfortable sleeping in what she was wearing.
"You need sleep too," Stephanie told him yawning, "your not superman stop trying to be."
Mark knew she was right, but every time he fell asleep he say images of Savannah being tortured and him finding her broken shell, or worse not finding her at all. It had become easier to just not sleep at all.
Stephanie headed up to the guest room. She knew there was nothing she could do to quell his inner demons until he chose to confide in her and tell her what they were. She already knew that he was softer than he ever let anyone see.
Stephanie honestly couldn't imagine what he was going through. She didn't have any children so it was hard to imagine having one missing. She did the best she could though. Sometimes there was nothing you can do for someone except be there when they fall. He was falling now and there was no bottom in sight.
Mark would probably never get a chance to tell her how much he appreciated he all the little things Stephanie did like rock Sierra to sleep or the cookies she'd made the previous day. Something told him that it was probably better that way. It had been so much comfort just having her around. If only Savannah had been here he would easily be able to get used to this.
That seemed to be were all his thoughts went recently. How could she have been taken off the front porch without him knowing when he could hear any move Sierra made from just about anywhere in the house. He had to be the world's worst father.
"Stop beating yourself up," he said out loud. Now along with being a lousy father he was going crazy too. Life couldn't get much worse.
Stephanie heard Mark pacing around downstairs. She had been cursed with being a light sleeper like her mother. She remembered how when Paul was particularly stressed about anything, personal or professional, he'd a pace around his office.
She remembered the last memory of their marriage, aside from the yelling and name calling, had been her hearing him pace his office digesting what his father-in-law had told him.
Unfortunately Stephanie couldn't remember that without remembering the next morning also. She tried and tried to tell Paul that it was all lies but he wouldn't listen. She tried to forget what he said. She knew they were out of anger. He was to wrapped up in his own pain to see her pain.
Stephanie couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She'd yet to cry over the relationship that was stolen from her. She'd yet to acknowledge that no matter what she said. Paul would never forgive the indescressions he father made up. She didn't even know who she was supposedly sleeping with. Once her tears started flowing there wasn't anything she could do to stop them.
Mark heard her crying though he knew she was trying not to make any noise. His one weakness aside from his family was pretty women crying. He tried not to go up as he knew the youngest McMahon was a private person, but as the sound got louder he couldn't help but to go up and hold her.
"Shh, whatever it is, it's okay," Mark told her soothingly, just holding her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Savannah knew something was up. She knew it was late but she heard hushed whispering. She hoped she'd have a companion, but then quickly took it back. No one deserved to be here.
Before she had to much time to ponder what the goons were planning she fell into an exhaustion, or nearly exhaustion, induced sleep. Little did she know that Vince had returned to his hideout.
Vince was planning his next move. His associates had done as he demanded and left Savannah in complete solitude but it hadn't had the desired results. He knew the other day when she forced himself on the young woman he was being rather rash, but what if that was the only what it took to break her. Nothing else he was trying had worked. She was beaten regularly, ignored, and only given enough food to keep her body from shutting down, but she still had the same spirit she had when she arrived.
Vince knew desperate times called for desperate measures but he wasn't sure how desperate he was. He needed to see how close the girl was to breaking or going insane. He didn't care which seeing as both would have similar results. At this point driving her insane might be easier than breaking her spirit.
After talking with is associates he we went up to check on his captive. She was asleep in the fetal position so he shut the door and went to his own room to get some sleep. He'd check on her mental status in the morning he knew morning would come soon enough.
You've read so now please review. I would really appreciate it if you do. And if something confuses you ask me, others are probably wondering the same thing.