"What do you mean she's missing?" Vince boomed, "Is she all right?"
"We don't know Mr. McMahon, we know that are in town, she might be headed your way." Kevin relayed.
"Well I'll have my boys keep a sharp eye out for her, though most of them are under the impression that she is a he."
"Yeah," Kevin chuckled, "I believe that is her intention."
"Well I'll put my boys on high alert, and if she turns up, we'll call you first."
"Thank you, Mr. McMahon, same here." He looked at Corey, "No luck there. Did she take her cell phone?"
"No," Lydia said quietly, gripping the fire blue cell phone tightly. "Find my baby Kevin, find my little girl."
Kevin hugged his wife, "We're trying Lydie, we're trying." He turned to Corey, "Take my car, you go up town, I'll take your mom's car and go down. Lyd, you stay her in case she shows up or calls."
A tear rolled down Lydia's cheek, she had promised her best friend on her death bed that she would raise Ravyn like her own and it seemed as if now, she wasn't doing that.
"Don't cry Lydie, we'll find her."
Ray winced in pain as the pain shot through her back. She was lying on her stomach with him pinning her to the table.
"Stay still kid," he growled.
She tried to do as he asked, anything to make the pain cease, ease up, anything! Ray wasn't even thinking that her family would be worried about her. She wanted to call them, to tell them of this adventure gone awry.
"The more you squirm, the more it's going to hurt." She looked at him, his beady eyes studying her curves. "Now I said be still."
She did as she was told, not trying to arouse him any further; it's hard to fight an opponent when you're lying on your stomach. The pain intensified, it was tearing though her body at the speed of light. She tried not to move, but it was next to possible. God, help me, she thought.
"Almost there, almost there." He chanted as he continued to cause her more and more pain. "Almost there, done."
Thank God! She thought, now I can go home.
"Done?" she asked, hoping it wasn't teasing.
"Yeah, barely got it done with ya squirming." He chuckled, "But I understand you first timers,"
"First time is always the worse, but trust me, I'll be back."
"I know you will, these things are addictive."
"Yeah, I know, can I see it?"
"Sure. Take a look in the mirror there." He pointed.
She did as she was instructed, taking a look at her newly inked tattoo. Wow.
"This is so bad ass," she gushed looking at the raven on her lower back, it was so low it was that its tail feathers rested on the small of her back. He was black with the exception of the crystal eye, his head turned to the side, his wings were spread full length, the word Ravyn written beneath it.
"I try." He said buffing his nails on his shirt.
He gave her tattoo a good once over. She shouldn't have any infections, she had good skin. He rubbed a thin layer of Neosporin on her back, bandaged her up, and gave her instructions for care and hygiene.
"You should be good to go now."
"Cool, thank you. See you next time."
"Be good Ray."
"I will Tom, thanks." She said as she made her way out the door.
I got a tattoo; she thought to herself, Lydia is going to flip. She smiled. When she climbed out of that window, she had no intention on what she planned to do, she just wanted to do something that made her Ravyn.
She got on the bus being sure not to rub her back against the seat, it was going to be hard to hide this one, so she intended not to. This was her celebration and she decided that this was way better than dinner at Le Amour. She got off the bus just blocks from her house and grabbed a burger at the local restaurant. Against her diet, she knew, but really, who was going to tell.
"Hey Ray," Kip called.
"Yeah?"
"We hear you're going to the WWE," he laughed, "You know all they want to see is T & A from a woman."
"Eh," she wasn't in the mood for this, not right now. Not with her spine tingling and her back muscles throbbing.
"Yeah, so when do we get to see those beautiful tits?"
"Never," she mumbled.
"You won't last long." He laughed.
"Shit most of them still think I got a dick," she shot off. The diner fell silent, so she chuckled, "Want mine so you can stop being one?" she said as she walked out the door.
Why do they even bother? She thought as she made her way the four blocks home. Lydia screamed when she walked through the door. Hugging her tightly.
"Ravyn!" she screamed, "You had us worried sick."
"Ah!" Ray screamed, "Jesus mom, take it easy."
"I'm calling your brother and your father, they have been out half the night looking for you."
"I left a note."
"Welcome to the Jungle?" Lydia questioned. "Is that supposed to be some kind of symbolism?"
Ray nearly stopped breathing in an attempt not to laugh. Welcome to the Jungle was the name of the tattoo parlor Tom owned.
"Oh, yeah." Ray rolled her eyes going upstairs. "That's it."
"Get back here young lady."
"Mom, if I wanted to talk, I wouldn't be half way up these stairs would I?"
"Call your boss, he's worried sick. I'll let your father deal with you."
Ray limped up the steps, her back was killing with her, it was red she knew and that was only to say the least. She went to pick up her cell phone, but it wasn't on the nightstand where she left it.
"Mom, where is my freakin' cell-phone?"
"I have it. Care to come get it?"
Ray walked back down the stairs to retrieve her cell-phone; this was going to get worse before it got any better.
"What the hell is wrong with you anyway? Why are you limping?"
"Don't worry about it, just give me my phone."
"I'm not one of your friend on the street Ravyn."
"Give me the damn phone." Ray shrieked, she was already in too much pain, too much pain to deal with this.
Lydia handed her the phone, "I really don't know what has gotten into to you lately, but you better chill out."
"Oh mom, grow up." She screamed.
"We don't know Mr. McMahon, we know that are in town, she might be headed your way." Kevin relayed.
"Well I'll have my boys keep a sharp eye out for her, though most of them are under the impression that she is a he."
"Yeah," Kevin chuckled, "I believe that is her intention."
"Well I'll put my boys on high alert, and if she turns up, we'll call you first."
"Thank you, Mr. McMahon, same here." He looked at Corey, "No luck there. Did she take her cell phone?"
"No," Lydia said quietly, gripping the fire blue cell phone tightly. "Find my baby Kevin, find my little girl."
Kevin hugged his wife, "We're trying Lydie, we're trying." He turned to Corey, "Take my car, you go up town, I'll take your mom's car and go down. Lyd, you stay her in case she shows up or calls."
A tear rolled down Lydia's cheek, she had promised her best friend on her death bed that she would raise Ravyn like her own and it seemed as if now, she wasn't doing that.
"Don't cry Lydie, we'll find her."
Ray winced in pain as the pain shot through her back. She was lying on her stomach with him pinning her to the table.
"Stay still kid," he growled.
She tried to do as he asked, anything to make the pain cease, ease up, anything! Ray wasn't even thinking that her family would be worried about her. She wanted to call them, to tell them of this adventure gone awry.
"The more you squirm, the more it's going to hurt." She looked at him, his beady eyes studying her curves. "Now I said be still."
She did as she was told, not trying to arouse him any further; it's hard to fight an opponent when you're lying on your stomach. The pain intensified, it was tearing though her body at the speed of light. She tried not to move, but it was next to possible. God, help me, she thought.
"Almost there, almost there." He chanted as he continued to cause her more and more pain. "Almost there, done."
Thank God! She thought, now I can go home.
"Done?" she asked, hoping it wasn't teasing.
"Yeah, barely got it done with ya squirming." He chuckled, "But I understand you first timers,"
"First time is always the worse, but trust me, I'll be back."
"I know you will, these things are addictive."
"Yeah, I know, can I see it?"
"Sure. Take a look in the mirror there." He pointed.
She did as she was instructed, taking a look at her newly inked tattoo. Wow.
"This is so bad ass," she gushed looking at the raven on her lower back, it was so low it was that its tail feathers rested on the small of her back. He was black with the exception of the crystal eye, his head turned to the side, his wings were spread full length, the word Ravyn written beneath it.
"I try." He said buffing his nails on his shirt.
He gave her tattoo a good once over. She shouldn't have any infections, she had good skin. He rubbed a thin layer of Neosporin on her back, bandaged her up, and gave her instructions for care and hygiene.
"You should be good to go now."
"Cool, thank you. See you next time."
"Be good Ray."
"I will Tom, thanks." She said as she made her way out the door.
I got a tattoo; she thought to herself, Lydia is going to flip. She smiled. When she climbed out of that window, she had no intention on what she planned to do, she just wanted to do something that made her Ravyn.
She got on the bus being sure not to rub her back against the seat, it was going to be hard to hide this one, so she intended not to. This was her celebration and she decided that this was way better than dinner at Le Amour. She got off the bus just blocks from her house and grabbed a burger at the local restaurant. Against her diet, she knew, but really, who was going to tell.
"Hey Ray," Kip called.
"Yeah?"
"We hear you're going to the WWE," he laughed, "You know all they want to see is T & A from a woman."
"Eh," she wasn't in the mood for this, not right now. Not with her spine tingling and her back muscles throbbing.
"Yeah, so when do we get to see those beautiful tits?"
"Never," she mumbled.
"You won't last long." He laughed.
"Shit most of them still think I got a dick," she shot off. The diner fell silent, so she chuckled, "Want mine so you can stop being one?" she said as she walked out the door.
Why do they even bother? She thought as she made her way the four blocks home. Lydia screamed when she walked through the door. Hugging her tightly.
"Ravyn!" she screamed, "You had us worried sick."
"Ah!" Ray screamed, "Jesus mom, take it easy."
"I'm calling your brother and your father, they have been out half the night looking for you."
"I left a note."
"Welcome to the Jungle?" Lydia questioned. "Is that supposed to be some kind of symbolism?"
Ray nearly stopped breathing in an attempt not to laugh. Welcome to the Jungle was the name of the tattoo parlor Tom owned.
"Oh, yeah." Ray rolled her eyes going upstairs. "That's it."
"Get back here young lady."
"Mom, if I wanted to talk, I wouldn't be half way up these stairs would I?"
"Call your boss, he's worried sick. I'll let your father deal with you."
Ray limped up the steps, her back was killing with her, it was red she knew and that was only to say the least. She went to pick up her cell phone, but it wasn't on the nightstand where she left it.
"Mom, where is my freakin' cell-phone?"
"I have it. Care to come get it?"
Ray walked back down the stairs to retrieve her cell-phone; this was going to get worse before it got any better.
"What the hell is wrong with you anyway? Why are you limping?"
"Don't worry about it, just give me my phone."
"I'm not one of your friend on the street Ravyn."
"Give me the damn phone." Ray shrieked, she was already in too much pain, too much pain to deal with this.
Lydia handed her the phone, "I really don't know what has gotten into to you lately, but you better chill out."
"Oh mom, grow up." She screamed.