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Torrie walked around her huge mansion, it was sooo bare and she was sooo bored, why did John have to tell her to stay home, she felt much safer with him around, it was dark now and the storm outside shook the house, the wind blew through the windows, giving the air a chilly atmosphere. Torrie ran over to the windows and shut them. She ran to the kitchen and ran back, holding a gleaming, gold key; she locked all the windows in the house. She even locked the front and back door and then bolted all 10 bolts on them. Once she had felt that everything was locked securely, she put on 'America's Sweethearts' and sat down with some chocolates and fluffy pillows, her eyes now glued to the TV.
John Cena shoved Sable out of the closet, he wiped his lips what have I done? He thought to himself, well what do you expect, I was lonely and needed comforting, Sable was the only person around. He questioned himself. He shakily held his cell phone in the one hand, he knew he should phone Torrie, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He chucked his cell phone on his t-shirt, near the bench. He just let Sable kiss him.
Torrie turned off the TV and decided she should probably go to bed, with it being 1am and all. She was upset that John Cena hadn't phoned, maybe he was going to phone, but got caught up in some unfinished business. Bah! Stuff him she thought, she didn't need him, she was clearly capable of looking after herself. She had just gotten changed into her, white silk nightie and got into bed. She had only slept for about half and hour, when she heard a loud bang, like glass shattering. She ran down the long, silver, twirled stairs to see what had happened.
She poked her head around the corner of the living room...nothing there, she turned around and was greeted with a blindfold to her mouth and eyes, she tried to scream, but she couldn't. "Surprise" a familiar voice rang through her ears, John, where are you? She desperately asked herself. As she was thrown over someone's shoulder and being taken upstairs, she was then sat on a hard, cold, wooden chair. She tried to hit into the thin air, but a pair of forceful hands grabbed them and tied them with strong, powerful rope to the chair. She could hear evil laughing from behind her. A pair of cold hands was placed on her shoulders. She grimaced. There was a click and a flash of bright light. She was then whacked in the face and left there. Hoping that soon John Cena would be there.
Torrie walked around her huge mansion, it was sooo bare and she was sooo bored, why did John have to tell her to stay home, she felt much safer with him around, it was dark now and the storm outside shook the house, the wind blew through the windows, giving the air a chilly atmosphere. Torrie ran over to the windows and shut them. She ran to the kitchen and ran back, holding a gleaming, gold key; she locked all the windows in the house. She even locked the front and back door and then bolted all 10 bolts on them. Once she had felt that everything was locked securely, she put on 'America's Sweethearts' and sat down with some chocolates and fluffy pillows, her eyes now glued to the TV.
John Cena shoved Sable out of the closet, he wiped his lips what have I done? He thought to himself, well what do you expect, I was lonely and needed comforting, Sable was the only person around. He questioned himself. He shakily held his cell phone in the one hand, he knew he should phone Torrie, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He chucked his cell phone on his t-shirt, near the bench. He just let Sable kiss him.
Torrie turned off the TV and decided she should probably go to bed, with it being 1am and all. She was upset that John Cena hadn't phoned, maybe he was going to phone, but got caught up in some unfinished business. Bah! Stuff him she thought, she didn't need him, she was clearly capable of looking after herself. She had just gotten changed into her, white silk nightie and got into bed. She had only slept for about half and hour, when she heard a loud bang, like glass shattering. She ran down the long, silver, twirled stairs to see what had happened.
She poked her head around the corner of the living room...nothing there, she turned around and was greeted with a blindfold to her mouth and eyes, she tried to scream, but she couldn't. "Surprise" a familiar voice rang through her ears, John, where are you? She desperately asked herself. As she was thrown over someone's shoulder and being taken upstairs, she was then sat on a hard, cold, wooden chair. She tried to hit into the thin air, but a pair of forceful hands grabbed them and tied them with strong, powerful rope to the chair. She could hear evil laughing from behind her. A pair of cold hands was placed on her shoulders. She grimaced. There was a click and a flash of bright light. She was then whacked in the face and left there. Hoping that soon John Cena would be there.