Chapter 3.
Takes places almost two weeks after Lita has been kidnapped.
"What's going on?" Hunter asked Batista, seeing Lita lying on the bed on her belly, facing the wall.
"Don't know. She's been like that for hours, won't even speak to me, and she ignored me when I told her lunch was ready, so she hasn't eaten either."
Rolling his eyes, Hunter walked over to the end of the bed. "What's wrong with you?"
Even though it was clear she had heard him, Lita made no move to respond, simply acting as though she hadn't heard him, ignoring him completely.
"Excuse me," He tried again, "Lita, would you mind telling us what the problem is?"
"I hate you." She didn't even bother to turn over and face them when she spoke.
"That's your problem?" He asked incredulous. "That's it?"
In one fluid movement she got up off the bed and bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, before dropping down next to the toilet as her stomach went into revolt, emptying it's contents, leaving her feeling weak and ill.
Several minutes later she re-emerged, her eyes wide, almost haunted, refusing to look at any of the four men, throwing herself back down onto the bed, lying on her side, staring at the wall.
"Sit up and talk to us." Batista told her.
"I feel dizzy." Lita remained lying down.
"If you would eat something you'd probably feel fine." Hunter advised her.
"I'd just throw up whatever I ate." She answered listlessly. "Just go away. I feel sick and I want to be left alone."
"Is there something else bothering you, besides the obvious?" Hunter asked again.
"I..." She began to speak, then changed her mind and remained silent.
"You what?" Ric asked.
"I'm sick."
"We heard you the first time. I'll get house keeping to bring you some soup and orange juice." Hunter told her.
"I've got some Tylenol in with my stuff." Batista told her. "I'll bring you some of that."
"I'm allergic to it." She answered. "But bring it anyway, maybe once I'm in anaphylactic shock, and having a cardiac arrest, you'll come to your senses and let me go."
"Is there something else you want?" Hunter asked patiently, sitting on the bed near her feet. As he spoke he put one hand on her legs. At once she sat up, slapping his hand away as hard as she could, making him cry out in pain.
"Get out, and don't touch me again." She hissed furiously, before dropping back to the bed, curling her knees up to her chest.
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Later the four men gathered in her room again, watching as Lita lay in the same position she had been in since they had left her.
"She hasn't moved at all?" Ric asked incredulously.
"Not a muscle." Randy told him. "She wouldn't eat again either."
"Soup and orange juice isn't going to make me feel better." Lita told them, not even bothering to look at the four men.
"So what's wrong with you then?" Batista asked. "You don't have any symptoms of a cold, or the flu."
Lita remained silent for a long moment. "I'm late."
"You haven't been anywhere for two weeks." Randy told her incredulously.
"You missed the meaning." She said quietly. "I meant I've missed a period."
"Do we really have to talk about that?" Ric asked her, his expression clearly not impressed.
"You seem to know just about everything else about my body." She shot back.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that you wouldn't let me take my pills, and none of you used condoms when you had sex with me."
The four men exchanged glances.
"So missing a period means you're sick?" Randy asked.
"Do I have to spell it out for you idiots?" Lita sat up and stared at them. "I'm sick all of the time, I'm dizzy, and I'm tired."
"Keep spelling." Hunter advised her.
"Anyone would think you never attended sex education classes." She muttered, running a hand through her wildly tangled mane of red hair. "I think I'm pregnant."
"I'm sorry, WHAT?" Hunter asked her, shocked.
"Don't yell at me." She told him, almost in tears. "I want to go home and I want to see a doctor."
"You aren't going home." Ric told her, moving to stand closer.
"Then get out." Tears trickled down her cheeks and Lita made no move to wipe them away.
"You don't give the orders around here." Hunter told her.
Without speaking she dove under the bed, curling up at the top end, the gaps under the bed only big enough for her to slide under, not big enough for any of the men to come after her, or reach under to pull her out.
"Get out here." He demanded.
"Come and get me." She answered.
"Stop playing games." Hunter ordered.
"All I am is your play thing." She told him. "So I just changed the rules of the game. I like these ones better."
"Fine, stay under there then." Ric told her. "You'll come out sooner or later."
"I'd rather die. Then you can all be charged with murder as well as sexual assault, battery and kidnapping." Lita shot back.
"What makes you think you'll ever get out of here?" Randy asked, peering under the bed.
Lightning fast she reached out and raked her fingernails across his eyes, making him cry out in pain. "Bitch!" He cursed, nursing his face.
"Come out here." Batista told her, his voice gentler than the others. "Sit down and discuss it with us."
"What's there to discuss." She answered. "I'm pregnant, and since four men have decided to take advantage of me, I don't even know whose it is."
"Please come out." He repeated, stooping low to offer her a hand.
"I'm not an invalid." Lita snapped.
"So are you coming out?" Ric asked.
Slowly she wriggled out from under the bed, pulling at the hem on the mini skirt they'd given her to wear. "I hate you all."
"Nice to know." Randy told her, mopping at his face with the hem of his shirt.
"God you're an idiot, are you trying to make it worse?" She asked, standing and pulling his shirt back down, examining the scratches. "Sit still."
He winced as she produced a tissue and dabbed at the bloody scratches.
"Who knew such a violent woman could be so gentle." Batista told her.
"You'd be surprised." Lita told him dryly. "Believe me it's not because I care. If you can't do something right, I'd rather you didn't do it at all."
"You're good at this." Randy told her.
"Practice. Jeff used to come home scratched up like this all of the time. I've never met someone who has more trouble with members of the opposite sex than Jeff. Of course, he does ask for it most of the time." She reached out and pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his shirt pocket. "Keep those on junior."
"Are you a little calmer now?" Hunter asked her.
"You hurt me."
"I'm sorry." He offered.
"No, you're not. You're trying to make yourself feel better."
"It's not that big a deal." Ric told her. "We'll organize for you to have an abortion."
"I don't want an abortion." She shrilled, "I'm Catholic for crying out loud."
"So what do you want from us then?" Ric exploded.
"My freedom." Lita told them quietly. "Just let me go. I'll say I had family issues or I checked into rehab or something. Let me go home."
"You'd still be pregnant." Hunter told her.
"I can deal with that." She told them, her voice quaking slightly. "I'll make up some story about a one night stand, a mistake. Then I can decide what I want to do."
"What you want to do?" Randy echoed.
"Whether or not I keep it, or I put it up for adoption."
"You would seriously put it up for adoption?" Hunter asked.
"I don't know." Lita told them tearfully. "Do you have any idea how disappointed my parents will be in me? I disappear for close on two weeks, I end up pregnant and unable to name this kid's father." She gestured to her belly as she spoke.
"No, this is not the plan." Ric shook his head. "This is not the plan we discussed."
"Was sexual assault and rape part of the plan you discussed?" Lita spat at him, reminding Hunter of a cat just unsheathing her claws.
"Shut up." Ric told her, reaching out to hit her, looking frustrated as she disappeared back under the bed out of his reach.
"Do what you want." She told them, her voice a little muffled. "I don't care anymore, I think I'd rather die than spend anymore time here with you assholes."
"Give us something concrete." Hunter told her.
"Your head." She answered, still underneath the bed.
"I'm being serious."
"So am I." Lita shot back. "You can't take anything more away from me, there's nothing else you can deprive me of, and no other part of me you can touch."
"Come again?"
"Didn't for two weeks."
Hunter rolled his eyes. "Would you mind explaining that for me?"
"You took away my freedom, and you violated my body. There is nothing else you can do to me, so you might as well give up."
"Could you start speaking sensibly please?" He asked.
"Only sensible people speak sensibly. I've never been very sensible, ask anyone."
"That's it." Ric thumped down on the mattress, "Get out here now, I'm gonna teach you a lesson."
"Go to hell." She taunted him.
"Naitch, just let me take care of this." She heard Hunter say. "Lita, I want you to look towards the door. Ric, Randy and Batista are going to leave. Then I want you to come out and talk to me, we'll see if we can come to some sort of an arrangement." He told her, gesturing for the other men to leave.
From under the bed Lita watched as the door closed behind them. Taking note of where Hunter stood she crawled out on the other side of the bed, watching him warily.
"Sit down." He gestured towards the bed.
She shook her head, moving to stand against the wall, the bed still between them.
"I will ask you one more time, sit down."
Silently she moved to perch on the end of the bed, in a perfect position to dive under again, but knowing full well that she had to obey him.
"Are you feeling a little more amicable now?" He asked, standing over her.
"I just want to go home. That's not too much to ask." Lita told him.
"I just wanted some company." Hunter answered.
"So you decided to give Randy the first go, and then make me Evolution's joint play toy?"
She stiffened slightly as he moved closer to her, leaning down to run his hands over her, lowering his mouth to her neck. Closing her eyes she remained sitting, hoping that he would leave her alone and continue talking.
Instead, he ran his fingers over her jaw pulling her mouth open slightly, then kissing her full out on the mouth, driving his tongue inside, while his free hand moved down to her waist, gripping it gently.
Shaking her head violently she pulled away, shoving him off balance. "Do you want to know what makes it worse? If you weren't holding me against my will, and forcing me to have sex with you, I probably would have fallen for you after a one night stand or something." When Hunter looked up at her she was trembling violently, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"We'll let you go." He said quietly. "I'll arrange for you to be flown to Florida or wherever you want to go."
Lita looked up at him, biting her lip, unsure of whether or not to believe him.
She didn't trust herself to speak, but moved closer to the top of the bed, away from him as he approached her again, laying her down on her back, straddling her lower body and pinning her arms over her head.
"What's your story?" He asked, holding her there. "Make me believe it."
"I went to stay in the cabin Matt, Jeff and I co-own in North Carolina. I was upset about... I was just upset, and I wanted some time on my own because my schedule has been pretty full on since I came back. I decided to forego any promotions that I was supposed to attend, so I left a message on the fax-line of RAW administration. I didn't know that no one had received it."
"Would anyone else have used the cabin?" He interrogated her, squeezing her wrists painfully.
"Matt was staying with Shannon Moore for the last two weeks. They're both best men at Shannon's sister's wedding. I was supposed to go, be a bridesmaid, but I cancelled. I didn't want to see Matt." She whimpered, causing him to relax his hold a little. "Jeff is overseas, in Europe. He should be in Rome for this week and next, then he's going to Tuscany before he comes home."
"Would anyone else use it?"
"Gil wouldn't go up there. He stays pretty busy at work, and no one else has a key." She answered.
"Good girl." He praised her, leaning down to kiss her neck, feeling her chest rise as she drew in a deep breath, while he planted a trail of kisses down her neck to her shoulder, moving down her chest as he deftly undid the buttons on her shirt, pulling it apart to expose her upper body, moving his hands to her hips as she turned her head away from him, trying once more to pretend that it wasn't happening.
She felt him move back up over her, and turned her face to him, knowing better than to resist, but closing her eyes.
He began to place butterfly kisses over her face, then paused. "Don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." His voice was soft, almost gentle as he spoke, allowing her to feel his breath on her skin.
"You hurt me before." She whimpered, turning her face away from him.
"I won't hurt you again." He planted a searing kiss on her lips; doing everything he could to elicit a response from her.
It was several moments before she began to kiss him back, tears dribbling down her cheeks, splashing his face as he allowed her to roll him onto his back. Her kisses became more and more intense, accented by the smooth movements of her hands.
Once she felt him come to orgasm, she moved away from him, lying on the edge of the bed, a sheet pulled up over her, doing nothing to disguise the hills and planes of her body.
"Lita..."
"I've given you everything I can." She told him. "Now go and do what you promised."
"I'll go and organize your plane, send you to Florida." He told her gently, pulling his clothes back on, then moving to leave the room.
"Don't send any of your flunkies in here." She warned. "Just let me be alone."
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"What's going on?" Randy asked.
"I'm sending her back to Florida. She made up a story to cover her for the time she was gone, which is actually quite believable."
"You're just going to send her home?" Ric asked.
"She knows I'll find her if she says anything." Hunter told him. "I'm not even worried about it."
"Still, you were in there for quite a while." Randy smirked.
"I know her song is LoveFuryPassionEnergy." He joked to the others. "One last hurrah."
"Speaking of, someone should go in there and watch her." Batista reminded them.
"I'll do it." Randy volunteered.
"Stay out of there." Hunter told him. "She said something about wanting to be alone to work everything out in her mind."
Takes places almost two weeks after Lita has been kidnapped.
"What's going on?" Hunter asked Batista, seeing Lita lying on the bed on her belly, facing the wall.
"Don't know. She's been like that for hours, won't even speak to me, and she ignored me when I told her lunch was ready, so she hasn't eaten either."
Rolling his eyes, Hunter walked over to the end of the bed. "What's wrong with you?"
Even though it was clear she had heard him, Lita made no move to respond, simply acting as though she hadn't heard him, ignoring him completely.
"Excuse me," He tried again, "Lita, would you mind telling us what the problem is?"
"I hate you." She didn't even bother to turn over and face them when she spoke.
"That's your problem?" He asked incredulous. "That's it?"
In one fluid movement she got up off the bed and bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, before dropping down next to the toilet as her stomach went into revolt, emptying it's contents, leaving her feeling weak and ill.
Several minutes later she re-emerged, her eyes wide, almost haunted, refusing to look at any of the four men, throwing herself back down onto the bed, lying on her side, staring at the wall.
"Sit up and talk to us." Batista told her.
"I feel dizzy." Lita remained lying down.
"If you would eat something you'd probably feel fine." Hunter advised her.
"I'd just throw up whatever I ate." She answered listlessly. "Just go away. I feel sick and I want to be left alone."
"Is there something else bothering you, besides the obvious?" Hunter asked again.
"I..." She began to speak, then changed her mind and remained silent.
"You what?" Ric asked.
"I'm sick."
"We heard you the first time. I'll get house keeping to bring you some soup and orange juice." Hunter told her.
"I've got some Tylenol in with my stuff." Batista told her. "I'll bring you some of that."
"I'm allergic to it." She answered. "But bring it anyway, maybe once I'm in anaphylactic shock, and having a cardiac arrest, you'll come to your senses and let me go."
"Is there something else you want?" Hunter asked patiently, sitting on the bed near her feet. As he spoke he put one hand on her legs. At once she sat up, slapping his hand away as hard as she could, making him cry out in pain.
"Get out, and don't touch me again." She hissed furiously, before dropping back to the bed, curling her knees up to her chest.
************
Later the four men gathered in her room again, watching as Lita lay in the same position she had been in since they had left her.
"She hasn't moved at all?" Ric asked incredulously.
"Not a muscle." Randy told him. "She wouldn't eat again either."
"Soup and orange juice isn't going to make me feel better." Lita told them, not even bothering to look at the four men.
"So what's wrong with you then?" Batista asked. "You don't have any symptoms of a cold, or the flu."
Lita remained silent for a long moment. "I'm late."
"You haven't been anywhere for two weeks." Randy told her incredulously.
"You missed the meaning." She said quietly. "I meant I've missed a period."
"Do we really have to talk about that?" Ric asked her, his expression clearly not impressed.
"You seem to know just about everything else about my body." She shot back.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that you wouldn't let me take my pills, and none of you used condoms when you had sex with me."
The four men exchanged glances.
"So missing a period means you're sick?" Randy asked.
"Do I have to spell it out for you idiots?" Lita sat up and stared at them. "I'm sick all of the time, I'm dizzy, and I'm tired."
"Keep spelling." Hunter advised her.
"Anyone would think you never attended sex education classes." She muttered, running a hand through her wildly tangled mane of red hair. "I think I'm pregnant."
"I'm sorry, WHAT?" Hunter asked her, shocked.
"Don't yell at me." She told him, almost in tears. "I want to go home and I want to see a doctor."
"You aren't going home." Ric told her, moving to stand closer.
"Then get out." Tears trickled down her cheeks and Lita made no move to wipe them away.
"You don't give the orders around here." Hunter told her.
Without speaking she dove under the bed, curling up at the top end, the gaps under the bed only big enough for her to slide under, not big enough for any of the men to come after her, or reach under to pull her out.
"Get out here." He demanded.
"Come and get me." She answered.
"Stop playing games." Hunter ordered.
"All I am is your play thing." She told him. "So I just changed the rules of the game. I like these ones better."
"Fine, stay under there then." Ric told her. "You'll come out sooner or later."
"I'd rather die. Then you can all be charged with murder as well as sexual assault, battery and kidnapping." Lita shot back.
"What makes you think you'll ever get out of here?" Randy asked, peering under the bed.
Lightning fast she reached out and raked her fingernails across his eyes, making him cry out in pain. "Bitch!" He cursed, nursing his face.
"Come out here." Batista told her, his voice gentler than the others. "Sit down and discuss it with us."
"What's there to discuss." She answered. "I'm pregnant, and since four men have decided to take advantage of me, I don't even know whose it is."
"Please come out." He repeated, stooping low to offer her a hand.
"I'm not an invalid." Lita snapped.
"So are you coming out?" Ric asked.
Slowly she wriggled out from under the bed, pulling at the hem on the mini skirt they'd given her to wear. "I hate you all."
"Nice to know." Randy told her, mopping at his face with the hem of his shirt.
"God you're an idiot, are you trying to make it worse?" She asked, standing and pulling his shirt back down, examining the scratches. "Sit still."
He winced as she produced a tissue and dabbed at the bloody scratches.
"Who knew such a violent woman could be so gentle." Batista told her.
"You'd be surprised." Lita told him dryly. "Believe me it's not because I care. If you can't do something right, I'd rather you didn't do it at all."
"You're good at this." Randy told her.
"Practice. Jeff used to come home scratched up like this all of the time. I've never met someone who has more trouble with members of the opposite sex than Jeff. Of course, he does ask for it most of the time." She reached out and pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his shirt pocket. "Keep those on junior."
"Are you a little calmer now?" Hunter asked her.
"You hurt me."
"I'm sorry." He offered.
"No, you're not. You're trying to make yourself feel better."
"It's not that big a deal." Ric told her. "We'll organize for you to have an abortion."
"I don't want an abortion." She shrilled, "I'm Catholic for crying out loud."
"So what do you want from us then?" Ric exploded.
"My freedom." Lita told them quietly. "Just let me go. I'll say I had family issues or I checked into rehab or something. Let me go home."
"You'd still be pregnant." Hunter told her.
"I can deal with that." She told them, her voice quaking slightly. "I'll make up some story about a one night stand, a mistake. Then I can decide what I want to do."
"What you want to do?" Randy echoed.
"Whether or not I keep it, or I put it up for adoption."
"You would seriously put it up for adoption?" Hunter asked.
"I don't know." Lita told them tearfully. "Do you have any idea how disappointed my parents will be in me? I disappear for close on two weeks, I end up pregnant and unable to name this kid's father." She gestured to her belly as she spoke.
"No, this is not the plan." Ric shook his head. "This is not the plan we discussed."
"Was sexual assault and rape part of the plan you discussed?" Lita spat at him, reminding Hunter of a cat just unsheathing her claws.
"Shut up." Ric told her, reaching out to hit her, looking frustrated as she disappeared back under the bed out of his reach.
"Do what you want." She told them, her voice a little muffled. "I don't care anymore, I think I'd rather die than spend anymore time here with you assholes."
"Give us something concrete." Hunter told her.
"Your head." She answered, still underneath the bed.
"I'm being serious."
"So am I." Lita shot back. "You can't take anything more away from me, there's nothing else you can deprive me of, and no other part of me you can touch."
"Come again?"
"Didn't for two weeks."
Hunter rolled his eyes. "Would you mind explaining that for me?"
"You took away my freedom, and you violated my body. There is nothing else you can do to me, so you might as well give up."
"Could you start speaking sensibly please?" He asked.
"Only sensible people speak sensibly. I've never been very sensible, ask anyone."
"That's it." Ric thumped down on the mattress, "Get out here now, I'm gonna teach you a lesson."
"Go to hell." She taunted him.
"Naitch, just let me take care of this." She heard Hunter say. "Lita, I want you to look towards the door. Ric, Randy and Batista are going to leave. Then I want you to come out and talk to me, we'll see if we can come to some sort of an arrangement." He told her, gesturing for the other men to leave.
From under the bed Lita watched as the door closed behind them. Taking note of where Hunter stood she crawled out on the other side of the bed, watching him warily.
"Sit down." He gestured towards the bed.
She shook her head, moving to stand against the wall, the bed still between them.
"I will ask you one more time, sit down."
Silently she moved to perch on the end of the bed, in a perfect position to dive under again, but knowing full well that she had to obey him.
"Are you feeling a little more amicable now?" He asked, standing over her.
"I just want to go home. That's not too much to ask." Lita told him.
"I just wanted some company." Hunter answered.
"So you decided to give Randy the first go, and then make me Evolution's joint play toy?"
She stiffened slightly as he moved closer to her, leaning down to run his hands over her, lowering his mouth to her neck. Closing her eyes she remained sitting, hoping that he would leave her alone and continue talking.
Instead, he ran his fingers over her jaw pulling her mouth open slightly, then kissing her full out on the mouth, driving his tongue inside, while his free hand moved down to her waist, gripping it gently.
Shaking her head violently she pulled away, shoving him off balance. "Do you want to know what makes it worse? If you weren't holding me against my will, and forcing me to have sex with you, I probably would have fallen for you after a one night stand or something." When Hunter looked up at her she was trembling violently, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"We'll let you go." He said quietly. "I'll arrange for you to be flown to Florida or wherever you want to go."
Lita looked up at him, biting her lip, unsure of whether or not to believe him.
She didn't trust herself to speak, but moved closer to the top of the bed, away from him as he approached her again, laying her down on her back, straddling her lower body and pinning her arms over her head.
"What's your story?" He asked, holding her there. "Make me believe it."
"I went to stay in the cabin Matt, Jeff and I co-own in North Carolina. I was upset about... I was just upset, and I wanted some time on my own because my schedule has been pretty full on since I came back. I decided to forego any promotions that I was supposed to attend, so I left a message on the fax-line of RAW administration. I didn't know that no one had received it."
"Would anyone else have used the cabin?" He interrogated her, squeezing her wrists painfully.
"Matt was staying with Shannon Moore for the last two weeks. They're both best men at Shannon's sister's wedding. I was supposed to go, be a bridesmaid, but I cancelled. I didn't want to see Matt." She whimpered, causing him to relax his hold a little. "Jeff is overseas, in Europe. He should be in Rome for this week and next, then he's going to Tuscany before he comes home."
"Would anyone else use it?"
"Gil wouldn't go up there. He stays pretty busy at work, and no one else has a key." She answered.
"Good girl." He praised her, leaning down to kiss her neck, feeling her chest rise as she drew in a deep breath, while he planted a trail of kisses down her neck to her shoulder, moving down her chest as he deftly undid the buttons on her shirt, pulling it apart to expose her upper body, moving his hands to her hips as she turned her head away from him, trying once more to pretend that it wasn't happening.
She felt him move back up over her, and turned her face to him, knowing better than to resist, but closing her eyes.
He began to place butterfly kisses over her face, then paused. "Don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." His voice was soft, almost gentle as he spoke, allowing her to feel his breath on her skin.
"You hurt me before." She whimpered, turning her face away from him.
"I won't hurt you again." He planted a searing kiss on her lips; doing everything he could to elicit a response from her.
It was several moments before she began to kiss him back, tears dribbling down her cheeks, splashing his face as he allowed her to roll him onto his back. Her kisses became more and more intense, accented by the smooth movements of her hands.
Once she felt him come to orgasm, she moved away from him, lying on the edge of the bed, a sheet pulled up over her, doing nothing to disguise the hills and planes of her body.
"Lita..."
"I've given you everything I can." She told him. "Now go and do what you promised."
"I'll go and organize your plane, send you to Florida." He told her gently, pulling his clothes back on, then moving to leave the room.
"Don't send any of your flunkies in here." She warned. "Just let me be alone."
**********
"What's going on?" Randy asked.
"I'm sending her back to Florida. She made up a story to cover her for the time she was gone, which is actually quite believable."
"You're just going to send her home?" Ric asked.
"She knows I'll find her if she says anything." Hunter told him. "I'm not even worried about it."
"Still, you were in there for quite a while." Randy smirked.
"I know her song is LoveFuryPassionEnergy." He joked to the others. "One last hurrah."
"Speaking of, someone should go in there and watch her." Batista reminded them.
"I'll do it." Randy volunteered.
"Stay out of there." Hunter told him. "She said something about wanting to be alone to work everything out in her mind."