Title: Somebody, Someone, Somewhere

Category: WWE

Characters: Lita, Trish, Molly, Stacy, Victoria, Lilian, Dawn, Edge, Jericho, Christian, Evolution, Orton, Benoit, others.

Disclaimer: None of the characters you recognize belong to me.

Distribution: Cristal, others, please ask first.

Rating: *R*

Spoilers: Survivor Series '04

Summary: A dangerous game of cat and mouse is being played ... and the outcome will be their undoing.

Notes: This is going to be an extremely dark fic, and as such, the rating is in the highest end of the *R*. I'm expecting it to cover situations such as rape, abuse etc.

Notes 2: I'm not sure about this fic, so please, review and let me know if you think its worth continuing. The prologue is incredibly short, but if I do continue it, the parts will definitely be getting longer.

Part (Prologue/?)

Pretty girls with pretty lives.

Oh, how he loved them.

Little bitches in their short skirts and skimpy shirts.

And loving them, hated them.

It sickened him to think of how they spread their legs for anyone who asked. Long, smooth legs, soft and pliant. Wrapping around his waist as he plunged into them. Not yet, but soon.

Whores who painted their lips red, just begging a man to stuff his cock into their hot, greedy mouths.

Pretty girls needed to learn. Didn't they know that they were his? They had to understand that they couldn't go on acting like they were. A man could lose his reputation if people saw that his girls didn't listen to him.

It was alright though. He would teach them everything. And they wouldn't forget then; who they belonged to. They wouldn't act like the whores they were.

He couldn't wait. He had everything prepared, had the room set up so nicely. They were coming to visit him soon. They wanted to learn, knew they needed to learn. They would be happy here, he knew it. Didn't they know how much he loved them?

A smile curled his lips as he looked at the photos that plastered the wall, eyes tracing the smiling faces. See how they smiled at him. They loved him, wanted him, needed him.

They would come.

It was just a matter of choosing who would come first.

Eenie meenie ...

End prologue