A/N: The first chapter was a bit full on I know, but it becomes less so in
this chapter, and the story does become more evident.
This is the first story of it's kind I've written, and I would really appreciate any feedback that anyone wants to send my way.
Samantha
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Chapter 2.
"Get the fuck out." She snapped at the four men as they made an appearance together the next morning.
"Good morning to you too." Randy smiled at her, reminding Lita of a snake, just waiting to strike next.
"Get away from me." She hissed again, backing up towards the headboard, knowing that there wasn't really any place for her to go.
"What are you going to do?" Ric taunted her.
"Slit my wrists at the first opportunity." Lita told him, her voice harsh and angry.
"Randy, would you mind going into the bathroom and removing anything sharp?" Hunter told his youngest protege, watching as the younger man obediently sauntered into the bathroom.
She hissed a curse under her breath, still watching the three men intently.
"Get up." Hunter gestured for her to get out of the bed.
She shook her head disobediently.
"Get out of the bed now, before I drag you out of it." He repeated, making his threat clear.
Clad only in her underwear, the only clothing they'd seen fit to leave her with, Lita moved to sit in the armchair beside the bed. Trying not to appear afraid of them, she sat up straight, ignoring their stares as each man took in the hills and planes of her body.
"What do you want from me?" She asked.
"What do we want from you?" Ric echoed. "Gee, now I wonder..."
"If you went to all the trouble of abducting me, you must have had a reason."
"Why would you think that?" Hunter sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her, stroking his chin, as though deep in thought.
Lita swallowed before she spoke, trying to keep calm. "Because I know you. None of you does anything without having a reason first, and the backing of his buddies second."
"Are you scared Lita?" Hunter asked. "Are you afraid of us?"
She glared at him. "No, I want you to let me the hell out of here."
The men just chuckled.
"I swear to God you had better let me go." Lita snarled at them, "Or there will be hell to pay."
"Hell to pay?" Hunter asked, a strange grin on his face. "Who's going to give us hell?"
"I can think of about thirty people who will be raging to kick your asses for this." She hissed.
"Really." The strange grin that she still couldn't name remained on Hunter's face. "How many of them know where you are?"
"They will find me." Lita promised. "People will worry when I don't turn up for work, and when I don't turn up to get Lola."
"Lola?" Randy asked, "Is our little skank here telling us that she's playing on both teams?"
Lita bit her bottom lip, still swollen from both the kisses and the slaps she'd received last night and early that morning, but she didn't answer.
"Are you going to answer?" Ric asked.
Hunter leaned forward and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, resting his remaining fingers on her chin. She pulled away from him, snapping her head to the side and moving back further into the chair. Staring at him defiantly, she bit her lip again to make sure it didn't quiver and betray the tears that she could feel welling up behind her eyes.
Firmly he laid his hand on her cheek, making her well aware that he was in control. "Are you going to behave yourself?" He asked.
Lita didn't answer, just stared at the wall, completely unmoving, her body as stiff as stone under Hunter's hand. To make her respond he reached out and twisted her wrist cruelly, making her cry out. The act brought tears to her eyes as she struggled not to cry out again.
"Lola is my dog. She's an American cocker spaniel, and I leave her in kennels when I'm on tour, or away from home for more than three days." She said quietly.
"You're joking?" Batista said to her.
Lita shook her head. "Jeff gave her to me for my birthday last year. And..." She trailed off, refusing to say anymore. "And..?" Hunter asked, tightening his grip on her wrist.
"And Matt gave me a tennis bracelet that was around her neck." She whimpered. "Would you please let go of me?"
"Would I please let go of you?" He repeated.
"I've broken that wrist." Lita told them. "Three times now. There's big metal screws in it, and I'd really appreciate it if you didn't break it again."
"Cool." Randy grinned, storing that information away in his memory as he reached out to feel.
Lita recoiled away from him, managing to slide past both men and get to the other wall before Batista pounced on her like a cat after a mouse, holding her effortlessly with one hand.
"LET GO OF ME!" She screamed at him, following her words up with a loud, shrill, echoing scream that had all four of the men trying to cover their ears.
Batista finally clamped one of his hands down over her mouth silencing her, while she wriggled in his arms, fighting like a wild thing, biting and scratching until Ric and Hunter moved over to help him hold on to her.
Hunter violently threw her down on the bed, straddling her hips and pinning both wrists above her head. "Settle down." He told her firmly, shaking her. Lita whipped her head backwards and forwards moving her shoulders and hips, trying in vain to free herself.
"Lita, stop it." He commanded again.
"Get the fuck off me you stupid mother fucking son of a bitch!" She shrilled at him.
"Settle down and I'll get off you."
"I fucking hate you all." She shouted at them, "Now get the fuck off me!"
Instead of telling her to settle down again, he hit her across the face. "Fucking stop it, or so help you God!" He threatened.
When he got off her she sat up slowly, trembling with both fear and rage. "When the others come to get me they're going to kick your asses!" She told them, her voice cold and angry.
"Now behave yourself and eat something." Hunter told her, his voice almost completely calm.
She stared at the four men, watching intently as they turned and left the room, leaving a tray of food on the dresser.
This is the first story of it's kind I've written, and I would really appreciate any feedback that anyone wants to send my way.
Samantha
**************
Chapter 2.
"Get the fuck out." She snapped at the four men as they made an appearance together the next morning.
"Good morning to you too." Randy smiled at her, reminding Lita of a snake, just waiting to strike next.
"Get away from me." She hissed again, backing up towards the headboard, knowing that there wasn't really any place for her to go.
"What are you going to do?" Ric taunted her.
"Slit my wrists at the first opportunity." Lita told him, her voice harsh and angry.
"Randy, would you mind going into the bathroom and removing anything sharp?" Hunter told his youngest protege, watching as the younger man obediently sauntered into the bathroom.
She hissed a curse under her breath, still watching the three men intently.
"Get up." Hunter gestured for her to get out of the bed.
She shook her head disobediently.
"Get out of the bed now, before I drag you out of it." He repeated, making his threat clear.
Clad only in her underwear, the only clothing they'd seen fit to leave her with, Lita moved to sit in the armchair beside the bed. Trying not to appear afraid of them, she sat up straight, ignoring their stares as each man took in the hills and planes of her body.
"What do you want from me?" She asked.
"What do we want from you?" Ric echoed. "Gee, now I wonder..."
"If you went to all the trouble of abducting me, you must have had a reason."
"Why would you think that?" Hunter sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her, stroking his chin, as though deep in thought.
Lita swallowed before she spoke, trying to keep calm. "Because I know you. None of you does anything without having a reason first, and the backing of his buddies second."
"Are you scared Lita?" Hunter asked. "Are you afraid of us?"
She glared at him. "No, I want you to let me the hell out of here."
The men just chuckled.
"I swear to God you had better let me go." Lita snarled at them, "Or there will be hell to pay."
"Hell to pay?" Hunter asked, a strange grin on his face. "Who's going to give us hell?"
"I can think of about thirty people who will be raging to kick your asses for this." She hissed.
"Really." The strange grin that she still couldn't name remained on Hunter's face. "How many of them know where you are?"
"They will find me." Lita promised. "People will worry when I don't turn up for work, and when I don't turn up to get Lola."
"Lola?" Randy asked, "Is our little skank here telling us that she's playing on both teams?"
Lita bit her bottom lip, still swollen from both the kisses and the slaps she'd received last night and early that morning, but she didn't answer.
"Are you going to answer?" Ric asked.
Hunter leaned forward and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, resting his remaining fingers on her chin. She pulled away from him, snapping her head to the side and moving back further into the chair. Staring at him defiantly, she bit her lip again to make sure it didn't quiver and betray the tears that she could feel welling up behind her eyes.
Firmly he laid his hand on her cheek, making her well aware that he was in control. "Are you going to behave yourself?" He asked.
Lita didn't answer, just stared at the wall, completely unmoving, her body as stiff as stone under Hunter's hand. To make her respond he reached out and twisted her wrist cruelly, making her cry out. The act brought tears to her eyes as she struggled not to cry out again.
"Lola is my dog. She's an American cocker spaniel, and I leave her in kennels when I'm on tour, or away from home for more than three days." She said quietly.
"You're joking?" Batista said to her.
Lita shook her head. "Jeff gave her to me for my birthday last year. And..." She trailed off, refusing to say anymore. "And..?" Hunter asked, tightening his grip on her wrist.
"And Matt gave me a tennis bracelet that was around her neck." She whimpered. "Would you please let go of me?"
"Would I please let go of you?" He repeated.
"I've broken that wrist." Lita told them. "Three times now. There's big metal screws in it, and I'd really appreciate it if you didn't break it again."
"Cool." Randy grinned, storing that information away in his memory as he reached out to feel.
Lita recoiled away from him, managing to slide past both men and get to the other wall before Batista pounced on her like a cat after a mouse, holding her effortlessly with one hand.
"LET GO OF ME!" She screamed at him, following her words up with a loud, shrill, echoing scream that had all four of the men trying to cover their ears.
Batista finally clamped one of his hands down over her mouth silencing her, while she wriggled in his arms, fighting like a wild thing, biting and scratching until Ric and Hunter moved over to help him hold on to her.
Hunter violently threw her down on the bed, straddling her hips and pinning both wrists above her head. "Settle down." He told her firmly, shaking her. Lita whipped her head backwards and forwards moving her shoulders and hips, trying in vain to free herself.
"Lita, stop it." He commanded again.
"Get the fuck off me you stupid mother fucking son of a bitch!" She shrilled at him.
"Settle down and I'll get off you."
"I fucking hate you all." She shouted at them, "Now get the fuck off me!"
Instead of telling her to settle down again, he hit her across the face. "Fucking stop it, or so help you God!" He threatened.
When he got off her she sat up slowly, trembling with both fear and rage. "When the others come to get me they're going to kick your asses!" She told them, her voice cold and angry.
"Now behave yourself and eat something." Hunter told her, his voice almost completely calm.
She stared at the four men, watching intently as they turned and left the room, leaving a tray of food on the dresser.