A/N- Ok, this story is coming to a close. I've got about 4-5 more chapters lined up for this and then the sequel along with a few other fic's. Speaking of fic's let me take this opportunity to plug my other ones…READ AND REVIEW EM…please xD
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"Rise and shine, princess."
Amy opened her eyes, her head throbbing with pain and her mouth jammed. She tried to move her arms but to no avail, her hands were tied together behind her back, as were her legs. Finally she remembered, she remembered walking down the road, she remembered seeing the headlights of a car behind her, she remembered seeing Dave Batista's smiling face approaching her…
She turned her head up and was blinded by the bright ray of the flashlight, behind it Dave Batista smiled at his genius for following the redhead. He could finally complete Vickie's request, however he wanted to…
"Listen here, I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth, but…" Dave Batista pulled out a switchblade, "If you try anything funny, well, lets just say you won't be around to watch me 'accidently' break your boyfriend Copeland's neck…"
He chuckled as he watched the fidgeting Diva, looking around to make sure the destination was completely deserted. The burly man reached down and turned Amy onto her stomach and began untying the rope around her legs, taking care to grab her ass in the progress and laughing as he did.
"Not so goddamn strong now, are we?" Batista chuckled, untying the double knot as he did, "Don't think I forgot about you kicking me, oh, I'm gonna make you pay for that and I'm gonna be rewarded for it as well…"
Amy stopped fidgeting, what was he talking about?
"Oh you didn't know? Let me fill you in, sweet cheeks. You see, Vickie is the fucking boss here, and you showing up and showing her all that cheek pissed her off heaps, nobody talks to Vickie like that. So, she set out to fuck up your life for fucking up her authority, the reason I'm here doing this – well, aside from the fact that I've wanted to fuck you for ages- is cos Vickie told me to get you out of the way so she could fuck Copeland longer." Batista chuckled, continuing to untie the knot.
"But when you got all the power Vickie has, one dick ain't enough. So while she fucked Copeland and gave him the title, I made sure to fuck her good and make her fall in love with me," Batista's chuckles turned into a loud guffaw, "and next week, when you're too 'tied up' to get the big wedding on Smackdown, Vickie's gonna screw Copeland over by getting his 'faithful Familia' to bash him good and then hand the title to me."
"But you know what, Amy, we're playing for the same team here. Cos when I get the title, I'm gonna make sure to put Vickie in a wheelchair for real, just as I will Copeland when I'm done having fun with you."
Finally, Batista finished his revealing digression and finished untying Amy. But as he went to lift her up, his phone began to ring. Slowly, Dave reached for it, smiling as he saw who it was calling.
"Speak of the devil," He said smirking before opening up the phone, "Hello Vickie…No, I got her right here…It's not my job to check on Copeland, Vickie, it's that fat giant's…Ok, I love you." Batista said, smirking at the last words as he watched Amy sit up, her brown eyes wide with shock and her face pale.
Everything made sense, why Batista had her here, why she was kidnapped and why Adam wouldn't talk to her. Amy just hoped she would survive so she could tell Adam she loved him again…
"Get up…" Batista said, when Amy didn't move he reacted by reaching into the car and pulling her fiery red head. Amy exited the car, whimpering as she did. Dave laughed, her sobs made him feel strong…
Amy looked around at the surroundings. They were in an underground parking lot, familiarly enough, it was the parking lot of the hotel she was staying at. She sighed in relief, someone was sure to find her and help her. Right?
"Don't be so eased up. Nobody's gonna see us, it's 2am in the morning! And trust me, if you pull anything to alarm any of the staff…You know what will happen, now walk…"
"Fuck you!" Amy screamed. She couldn't take anymore of Dave Batista's arrogant threats, swiftly, she kicked him in the same shin that she assaulted the first time he tried to hurt her.
The burly man winced in pain again as he let go of Amy and held his shin.
Amy began running to the stairs, praying that Dave Batista hadn't caught up. Unfortunately, as he grabbed her long red hair, she realised that he had in fact caught up and wasn't happy.
Pulling her head hard enough to almost rip it out and causing Amy to shout in pain, Batista growled, "What the fuck did I say about doing anything funny? Now you're gonna pay for it…"
Swiftly, he raised an arm to slap her across the face, the impact leaving a red mark on Amy's cheek and a small cut in her lip.
"Have you learnt you lesson, bitch?" Dave asked. When Amy didn't answer he pulled her hair, causing Amy to wince and fall to her knees.
"I asked you a question and I damn well better get an answer." Dave said, crouching down and looking at Amy who was staring at him with a look of pure hate.
"Fuck you." She repeated. She knew she was going to pay for it but she didn't care. A smile crossed Dave's face.
"Wrong answer." He whispered before pulling her up from her hair again and punching her in the face. Amy fell off balance and almost fell down but the burly man still had a hold on her hair. She screamed at the combined pain of the punch and the enormous sting of her hair being pulled.
Dave chuckled as he kicked the door of the deserted stairway open, dragging Amy behind him. His room was on the third floor and although it was going to be a long climb it was much safer than the reception area, besides, he knew that he would get all the benefits from the red haired bitch later…
CHAPTER 22
A/N- Ok, sorry for the lack of updates again. To everyone whose still reading this story, READ AND REVIEW, I've become a review junkie!!!