Chapter 7 of The Terrible Discovery
Warning for this chapter: May get graphic at times….
Disclaimers for this chapter: No own for anyone associated with the WWE-except for the characters I have stated before as well as Amanda Wittingfield. Thank you.
Note I: Sorry, my computer is being stubborn, and won't let me upload as fast as I would like.
Shawn and Hunter arrived back to the hotel in less than an hour after being released. Though they were free to go for now….they knew the fight was far from over. What had started out as an innocent one last night between the two of them, had turned into a psychological nightmare of sorts; and now they had to depend on one another for help. Shawn sat on the end of the bed, deep in thought as Hunter stood quietly before him.
"Hunter," Shawn began, "I've been thinking, ya know about the other night…..when that first woman was discovered…."
Hunter crossed his arms over his chest. "Really-what about it?"
"I thought I had recognized that woman that had been killed. She looked familiar to me." He looked up at him, appearing worried. Hunter finally made his move to join Shawn on the edge of the bed before saying anything.
"She did?" He asked. "Who do you think she was?"
"I don't know," Shawn answered. "But now that I can recall….." His voice trailed off suddenly. His thoughts then raced to the night of the first murder. If he could remember…..he had thought he had spotted that same exact woman earlier that night…..as if she had…..his eyes grew huge in disbelief as if not thinking it could have been possible. "Hunter-I think I know who she was! Remember that night…..I came up beside you at the bar…..at the party, and that woman walked passed me?" Hunter shook his head for a brief moment.
"Shawn-what are you talking about? What woman?"
"There was a woman who had walked passed me! I thought she had looked familiar…as if out of a magazine or somethin'. Yes," he then said with certainty rising in his voice, "yes, I think that was her! I know who she is." He peered up at Hunter for a second, allowing his words to sink in.
"Shawn, I, ok," he said, trying to gather his thoughts, "who was she?"
"You mean to tell me you've never heard of her?"
"Heard of whom, Shawn? Who are you talking about?" Shawn knew Hunter had heard the name before. Shawn turned to face the wall directly ahead of them as he answered Hunter's question.
"Amanda, Amanda Wittingfield."
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I pull out my handgun and make sure it's loaded, which it is, and place my finger on the trigger diligently. This bitch is going to be under my captivity here soon…that's for damn sure. I hate these sluts, absolutely HATE them! I know what I have to do….I have to destroy every single one of them before moving onto the main roster of that damn show called RAW. Vince McMahon would learn his lesson….I would personally make fucking certain of that! I then place my hand out the drivers' seat window and I aim the gun at just the right spot before pulling the trigger-I shoot her back tire, just like so! DAMN! I love this job!
Her piece of shit car swerves and she slams on the breaks before pulling over to the side of the road. It's either now or never-I tell myself. I then put my gun away, file out of the car and casually walk up to the driver's side. The woman inside gives me a blank, yet panicked glance as I ask her politely to get out of her car.
"WHAT?" The damn slut asks me. Oh! Now she is going to get it! I pull her by her hair and command her to get out of the vehicle! She does so of course, and I threaten her as I place her into the trunk of my car. As I always tell myself time and time again….I'm so damn brilliant! Now it was time to go off once again to finish the job…
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Don Smith gave Michael a look of annoyance as they sat in their car, waiting for their order to arrive to their window. Not knowing what else to say, Michael decided to acknowledge Don's odd behavior.
"Don, what is going on with you?" He asked, searching his wallet for some extra change to spare. Don remained silent for a good while before speaking.
"What do you mean, 'what's going on with me'? Nothing Michael….nothing is going on! Jesus! You and your damn nosey questions!" He let out a sigh of frustration as Michael continued to pester him.
"But Don, I have known you for how long now? You haven't been yourself as of recent. What is going on-just tell me already?"
"NOTHING!" Smith snapped suddenly. That was about the time their order arrived through the window. Don, not taking a second glance toward his partner, grabbed the food from the service manager, and hit the gas. Michael sat back in the passenger seat, tightening his seat belt with an instant gratification of fear. Just what was going on?
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I pull up toward the shack once again…only this time, my method of doing what I'm supposed to do is gonna be just a little bit different. I have a cage you know…a nice, large cage, perfect for holding little filthy creatures such as that of Torrie Wilson. I am about to make her suffer for her sins, and the greatest part of all-no one was going to stop me!
"Let me go! HELP! HELP!" She yells at the top of her lungs. Stupid bitch…doesn't she know that no one can hear her dirty mouth all the way up here?
I grab her by the hair and proceed to drag her through the wooden front door. I toss her inside, not even taking into consideration where she lands, since after all-I just don't give a shit anymore! I carefully plan out my method this time….oh yes! Last time it was the chain saw….hmm….I grab a hold of her again, and drag her into the bedroom in the back of the shack as she screams and yells for anyone to come save her helpless, miserable soul. Like as if anyone even gives a rat's ass about her!
I then bring the cage in with me, and place it down upon the floor, allowing her to see it for herself. I watch as her eyes grow wide with fear-Ahh, I love that look! I can get off on just that look alone….and this time I do, and with pleasure. I let my eyes cast down her form, and sadistic thoughts begin to fill my head. Why kill her off now? Why not have some fun with her first? Yea, I think that's what I'll do; after all, she has become well-known for posing in that dirty Playboy magazine for the pure, sexual enjoyment for millions of men all over the world! Why shouldn't I have some pleasurable experience for myself? Slowly I make my way towards her, unzipping my fly. She looks up at me from on top of the bed in utter fear from what I'm about to do. She begins to sob softly as she asks me one last question.
"Please, let me go. Why are you doing this? Please, just let me GO! I'll do anything!" I look at her, giving her one last evil grin.
"Anything? Oh," I tell her, slowly mounting on top of her, "we'll just see about that!"
To Be Continued….
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in the past few days; I was busy preparing for college. Anyways, so what do you think so far? Leave me a review, thanks!