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I've decided to re-do chapter 16 of this story. I think the Undertaker can play some more mind games and Rachel is a fighter so…why not keep the cat and mouse going? There will be an update to this story on Friday so please stay tuned =) Thanks so much for your support! Read and Review please =)

Game On...

"Let me go!" I yelled as The Undertaker pulled me from the hearse by my arms. "You'll never get away with this!"

I didn't recognize where we were once Kane stopped the hearse. Undertaker yanked me all the way up to this gate and punched in a few numbers while I struggled to get free. Too bad his damn hands were so massive…I couldn't do much against him so I did the one thing I thought would work. Once the gate was open he pulled me through it and then closed it shut. When he turned back around to say something to me I kicked him hard between the legs. He released me and fell to the ground screaming in pain. I then turned and headed for a fence that was way on the other side of this giant yard we were in.

"Help!" I screamed as I hobbled through the grass. My foot was still pounding from the small fall I took at the arena so it was hard to run. I thought I had gotten far from him after a few moments before I felt something small yet sharp, plunge into the back of my neck. I instantly lost feeling from the waist down, causing me to collapse in the tall grass. I continued to try and crawl away but he caught up to me.

I turned over onto my back and looked up at him. "Leave me alone!"

He shook his head, "Why Rachel...the fun is just beginning."

I started crying I must have laid there for about five minutes before it started raining. I decided right then to just completely give up for the night. I wasn't going anywhere and he wasn't going to let me. I laid my head back into the grass and covered my face with my hands, sobbing to myself. So much had happened to me throughout my life and now this…

I heard him make his way over to me. I didn't budge as he moved his arms under my small form and then lifted me up into his arms. He carried me all the way to this large house that looked like it belonged in an old western movie, only it was more modern looking. I relaxed against him as he sat me down on a porch swing and then opened the front door. He then reached behind my neck and pulled the small sharp object from my neck. My legs instantly regained some feeling but I didn't move.

He looked down at me with a blank stare and then extended his hand to me. I glanced at it hesitantly before looking back at his face.

"Come with me…my angel…" he said.

For some reason, that seemed to really warm my heart but I knew he was only fooling me. I sat back in my seat, not taking his hand at all. He glared at me before reaching down and closing his massive fingers around my arm, and then led me into his house. It was dark at first, but then he snapped his fingers and the lights came to life. I shielded my eyes from the slight pain they felt from the lights, but quickly I became amazed at the sight I saw before me.

I was standing in a large living room, that had a burning fireplace just across from me and a large black couch that stretched halfway around the room. The carpet was white and feather like, making me feel somewhat…right at home?

The walls were polished wood that glistened in the light, with one big window off to the side draped in a black curtain. I was so lost in the sight of this wonderful house, that I didn't even realize that he had led me to the couch and slipped off my shoes for me. He then lifted my bad foot and began to examine it for me. I watched him silently, completely confused by his gentleness. Just an hour or so ago, this man was the scariest thing in my life, and now…well…he seemed…different.

He gently began to massage my foot, sending very unfamiliar senses through my body. I tensed up slightly and then relaxed when he looked up at me.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a very un-Undertaker like voice. "Your foot isn't broken it's just a small sprain."

I looked at him completely confused beyond reason. "Um…yes…I'm alright."

He nodded and continued the massage, working his fingers ever so tenderly on my foot. I tried hard to fight off my small sighs of pleasure but, of course that didn't work. Once he was done massaging my feet, he stood up and looked down at me.

"You have no reason to fear me Rachel..I won't hurt you." He said. "I'd never hurt anything so precious in my life…however...if you continue to give me that attitude I will choke the life out of you, do you understand?"

I gulped slightly at his tone of voice. My brother always used that tone of voice when he was real pissed about something I did. "Ok."

"Good...now come on...I'll show you to the bedroom."

I glared at him at first, "You really expect me to follow you to your bedroom...no thanks."

He stared at me like I was out of my mind before once again yanking me to my feet. Without another word he pulled me to the stairs and pulled me up them. As we walked up the steps I spotted a picture of him and Kane standing face to face in the ring.

"Are you two really brothers?" I blurted out.

He kept walking but turned his head slowly in my direction, "Yes but we're only half brothers."

I nodded, "Oh."

"I see you've relaxed a little." He said. "That's good."

I glanced at him, "Well…what choice do I have? It's not like you're giving me much of a choice."

He chuckled, "Right you are my pet…here we are."

I took a deep breath as he slowly pushed open the door to the bedroom, revealing a scary yet relaxing room. There was a huge bed in the back of the room draped in deep purple sheets and a black comforter. The pillows were pretty large but they didn't really look like they had been used often. The walls of the room were dark purple leading down to a black carpet. There was another door that led a large bathroom with a black tub big enough to fit at least four people. Undertaker stepped into the bathroom and plugged the tub before turning on the water. I watched as he got a bottle with this black liquid in it and poured a small drop of it into the tub. Bubbles began to form fast as the tub filled up with water. A sweet aroma also began to fill the room making me smile inwardly.

"You're cold my dear, relax in the tub." He said as he took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom with him. He stared into my eyes as he moved some of my hair from my face and neck. He then turned me around and gently unzipped my dress. I immediately held the dress up onto my body. He chuckled and then pulled me against him and whispered, "Don't be so bashful Rachel, remember…I've already seen what your body looks like."

I wasn't sure why he sounded so sexy when he said that but it wasn't enough to make me to release my dress.

"Sorry...but I'm not falling for that anymore...I'm a strong woman Taker...and I won't be taken advantage of."

He laughed deeply and then backed off of me. "Ok then...it looks like I'll be turning things up around here..."

I looked back at him, "Do what you want...you won't be getting any piece of me. Not my mind, not my body...or my soul."

His eyes narrowed at me, "We'll see about that Rachel...we will see..."

I glared at him as he left the bathroom a rejected man. I released a deep breath once I was sure he was gone. I had to admit, it was tough having his rock hard body that close to me but I refused to give in...and I promised myself that I would continue to.