Another Twist

After my bath I was expecting to go back into the bedroom and go to sleep peacefully but it didn't happen that way. I had wrapped the towel around my body and headed out to the bedroom. I looked around for him but didn't see him anywhere; however, he did leave some clothing for me to wear on the bed. I walked towards it and saw that it was a silky black night dress with spaghetti straps along with some silky black underwear. I rolled my eyes figuring he would want me to wear something like this, but I wasn't having it.

"He must think I'm one of these easy girls who give in quite fast…but he's sadly mistaken." I said as I put on the black underwear. I simply refused to wear the dress so I was determined to put on something else.

I turned around and headed for the closet, opening it up with pure annoyance. Inside, I found lots of his own clothing. I groaned until I found a really long t-shirt to wear. Giggling to myself, I slid the shirt on over my body and then released the towel. I then found some sweat pants with a draw string and put them on. Sure, I was swimming in his clothes, but oh well. There was no way he was going to get to me.

After I was dressed I went to the dresser and picked up this black brush that had real hard bristles. I figured it was his so I used it on my hair just to see if it pissed him off. Once I was done with that, I went for the door, hoping I could escape somehow, but it was locked. I sighed and then looked at the window. I walked over to it quickly and started to push it up before it shocked me.

"Ouch! Son of a bitch!" I yelled just before the door swung open.

"Did it hurt love?" he asked.

I glared at him, "What do you think?"

He laughed and stepped into the room. I quickly noticed that he was only wearing some night pants and his hair was hanging over his shoulders in shiny curls. My body yearned to be within his grasp but no way…I wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"So what now? You have me right where you want me." I said.

He smirked, making me a bit nervous. "No Rachel…I don't have you…at least not all of you."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What do you mean by that?"

He stepped closer to me, "Look out that window and you'll see what I mean."

"How do I know this isn't one of your tricks?" I asked not trusting him one bit.

He reached out and turned me around himself. "Don't be difficult…just look."

I rolled my eyes at him and looked out of the window. What I saw almost brought me down in tears. There in the arena…where Rey was laying…was me. I was screaming and crying and moving my head around a lot…almost as if I was dreaming.

"I don't understand…I thought…"

"I know what you thought Rachel…but what you didn't realize is that I pulled your soul from your body and put you in the hearse. That's why Rey didn't hear your cries for help."

I kept watching the scene as the paramedics strapped me down and put me in the ambulance. "So…I'm actually still there?"

He nodded and rested his hands on my shoulders. "Because your family can't seem to give me what I want…I took your soul instead."

Tears formed in my eyes as anger boiled up in my heart. "Are you serious?"

"I apologize that it had to happen this way love…but I needed some type of payment." He said.

I sighed and turned away from the scene. "So now what? Am I stuck here?"

He looked into my eyes and then gently touched my face. I backed away from him, my anger slowly growing. "Don't touch me! Just answer my question!"

"Yes…you're stuck with me…that is unless you have a plan as to how I can get a shot at the title." He said.

I sighed and looked away from him. I couldn't believe all of this was happening to me. Here I was stuck in another world and my body was in the real world.

"I won't stop breathing will I?" I asked.

He smirked, "No but you will fall into a coma at some point."

I started crying feeling more upset than before. "I want to be alone…please."

"Anything you wish my love." He said as he slowly backed out of the room. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

I didn't even acknowledge what he said, I just walked to the bed and sat down, gripping the sheets as my anger boiled over. I needed to get myself out of here and I needed to do it fast before the Undertaker could completely claim me.