(OK I am glad with how many people seem to be reading this story. I hope it continues that way, I personally would LOVE more reviews though. Granted visitor hits tell me you are reading, but reviews tell me what you really think. K My muses have done a twist on me in this story. The orig. concept was the go slow & stretch it till mania so I would have that information. NO they want everything happening up to that point done NOW. They are pulling me in a lot darker direction then I orig. had planned as well. I do not know for sure how graphic they will be once they reach paper but you have been warned. I also use to have a hard time writing stuff that would affect a wrestler long term as that could screw up squeals…well that will be the case if the one muse gets his way.)

Pain…it started slowly with pain entering Punk's realm of awareness. His eyes went to open but he realized he was blindfolded. Going to move he was tied to a chair or something like that. "WHO ARE YOU!" He got no reply & his scream made his own head hurt. He was left in silence for a while more before he heard that distorted voice again.

"You're awake…good. Time to play a little game. You tell me what I want & I won't hurt you…won't make you face your fears. You don't share…well." The dark chilling laugh is heard. "Start easy…your Name."
Punk hesitated debating if he wanted to play this freaks game or not. Before he could give a reply his body jerked as if shocked with a live wire.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
"You shouldn't need time to think of your name…"
"CM PUNK!" He was jolted again then he heard the laugh.
"OK that may have been a trick question. You REAL NAME!"
"Philip Brooks." He closed his eyes almost expecting a jolt but it didn't come.
"Good…so how easy this can be?"
Punk crunched up his face as the stale smell of cigarette smoke was reaching his senses. He tried not to say anything though as the line of question continued with what he felt was stupid stuff people already knew about him.

"What is Jade Orton's maiden name?" Phil's head moved when her name came up.
"Jade McMahon." A jolt ran through his body causing him to bite his lip it even tingled because of the metal in it. "FUCK MAN…JADE MCMAHON EVER…" He screamed this time as the jolt was stronger then the last.
"Each time you repeat the same lie it will only grow…it gets to a point I feel the shocks won't get through that brain of yours, well…Dillia dear…"
Phil could hear tiny foot steps moving behind him. Something or someone touching his head he felt the blindfold taken away from his eyes, he didn't need to blink to adjust as the room was dimly lit.

His head turned trying to see around him. His eyes stopped when to his right he saw a rolling cart of some kind lined with different syringes. He began struggling against what ever was holding him to the chair. The cold laugh along with more wretched smoke filled the air. That told him his captor was in the room with him. He didn't care he just wanted to get free.
"So the thought of anything foreign entering your body scares you…I see it in your eyes…I can almost smell it from you…it feeds me Phil…is your mind already trying to guess what is in those tubes?" The laugh again. "Wondering what each one may do to you….the fear of anything polluting that temple you call your body. You body isn't so pure though is it Phil…you have your own vices that some would say breaks you dear code."

Phil wasn't listening his pounding heart ringing in his ear till he was hit with the lightest shock again. "WHAT!"
"Learn to listen…I said you have your own vices that some would say break your dear straightedge code, don't you Phil."
"I live a clean straight…aaaaaaaaaa"
"Try again…this one isn't even much a secret…"
"Then enlighten me then." Phil almost spat.
"You that blind to it…How long can you go without one of you dear Pepsis? A few hours…maybe a day…two if your lucky? That in itself some may call an addiction. No looks a little deeper, the actual drug in there you flood your system with. You might like the taste, but it is the caffeine you are craving." That cold laugh again. "Maybe that is what keeps you up at night, ever think that?"
Phil tries to struggle again not wanting to justify the claim with an answer till a new jolt stills him. He wondered how many more he could take before there was any real damage done.

"You second vise…women…the close personal contact of the fairer sex. How long can you go without the close contact, the touch, the feel of them, the smell of their skin against yours."
"YOU'RE A SICK FREAK!" He was surprised he wasn't shocked again, but greeted with a laugh.
"You just realizing that…but you know I am right Phil. Before you met Jade it was what a few months. Her story with Paul was murder on you, since almost no one knew of you two, you felt it was safe to see other girls even then."
"SHUT UP…JUST SHUT UP!"
"And poor thing was clueless…up until the end…What finally clue her in that she was replaceable by any cheap piece of tail that happened to make your cock twitch?"
"ENOUGH!"
"Fine back to my question before…Jade Orton's Maiden name?"
Phil swallowed the best he could lowering his head. "Jade Lindsay."
"You best hope that shows promise. Is she really Stephanie's twin?"
"No…two years younger."
"Any siblings from her other family?"
"No…"

"Why did you cheat on her?"
"I was weak…I couldn't shoulder the pain alone."
"What pain?"
"No…" He shakes his head. "No.." He grits his teeth feeling another jolt. "NO!" A stronger one that time causing a scream.
"What pain did she share with you? What pain of hers were you going to release at the wedding?"
"Nothing more then what I said…I was not going to actually say it."
"Say what…"
"NO… I am not going to tell you…" He screamed again his whole body tensing up the third even worse.
"I wonder how many levels I would need to step up this thing before it did permanent damage…or maybe even kill you Phil." That dark laugh again. "NO I kill you I'll never learn what I need…Dillia number 3 I believe."

Phil began trying to struggle again hearing the foot steps again. His head turned in the direction of the cart. He was almost shocked to see this tiny woman that looked to be maybe 25, her hair dark pulled back, her skin paled, the almost scary part was the almost blank stare to her eyes. The dimness of the room made it hard to tell if they were brown or hazel. The eyes looked so void of life as she moved closer to him removing a syringe from the cart moving towards his arm. He so wanted to move it, but felt it tied to the arm of the chair. Part of his didn't want to but his eyes followed her, that was when he noticed there was already an IV needle in his lower arm. This freak knew it wasn't needles he fear, heck look at all the ink on his skin. He clenched his teeth he just had to remind himself this was not his choice as she pushed the unknown substance into his body.

"What was that?"
"Me to know…you to just experience…" The room fell quite after Phil saw the one called Dillia walk away. He kept waiting for more questions to come, but they didn't after about five minutes his body began to feel heavy like everything had a major weight on it trying to pull him down until him finally passed out. "Night night Punk." The figure laughed leaving the room unsure if he should be enjoying or be frustrated the Phil may be a harder one to crack then he planned.