The three sat back enjoying the ride. Misty was a good driver and took them across the wakes from other boats just for fun. Everyone was laughing. The shoreline became distant. "Misty, take us out to the really good fishing spot," Ellen called out. Misty looked at her, alarmed," Really Ellen?" Ellen nodded. Sheamus thought he'd seen some kind of unspoken exchange between the two. Misty headed to the deepest part of the lake and slowed to a stop. The boat bobbed.

Sheamus spoke up, "I t'ought it was better to be near brush and more shallow waters?" He decided these girls knew nothing about fishing.

"So Sheamus," Ellen said without answering his question," You all ready to get away from us?" He smiled at her. She didn't smile back.

"Well, we had fun, right?" he said. "But you know I have to work so I really don't have a choice. But I'd like to come back and visit." Ellen saw Misty beam with happiness.

Ellen stood up and opened the cooler; she threw his bag onto the floor of the boat. He felt a growing sense of dread. "Ellen, why do you have my bag?" He tried to sound casual.

"Ellie, why did we drive here?" Misty asked with tears welling up. "This is just for emergencies."

Sheamus grew frightened at Misty's demeanor and her cryptic words. He gulped, "Ellen? Why did you bring my bag?"

"I don't know," she said, "Why was this in it?" She held up the white envelope that had fallen out when Misty took the title belt out earlier.

He looked bewildered, "I don't even know what t'at is." She tossed it to him. He picked up the envelope and read it. "T'is isn't mine."

"No it's not, is it? It's ours. It's our utility bill. My full name, the address of our house. Why would you want that?" She glared at him.

His mind flashed back to that morning when the two girls had argued over him. Alone in the bedroom, he'd look through the drawers and found several bills. He slipped one into his bag with every intention of going straight to the police. He knew his departure from the arena would be on video. He had the mark from the injection and maybe even trace elements of the drug. He had marks from the restraints and his DNA was everywhere. It didn't matter that he'd had willing sex with them, their initial act was criminal and he wanted these two crazy bitches in prison.

He stammered, "I I I don't even know how t'at got t'ere." Ellen pulled a Taser from the cooler. "What ta hell Ellen? You can trust me."

"Shut up!" she barked. "You were headed right to a phone to call 9-1-1! Here, use this one!" She pulled his cellphone from the bag. Then she hurled it into the lake.

"Ellen," he said soothingly, trying to charm her, "Ellen, listen." He watched she chunked his charging cord into the lake. Her face was red, tears were pouring down her cheeks and she was enraged. She grabbed his beloved black and gold watch with the over-sized face and threw it from the boat. She pulled the title out. "Oh Ellen, please, please don't." He exhaled when she lay the belt beside her.

"Misty get one of those anchors." Misty moved quickly and didn't dare cross Ellen. She'd never seen her so out of control. "Zip it in the bag." Misty did. "Throw it over." Misty stood frozen. "Do it!" Ellen screamed. Misty slid the weighted rolling bag over the side of the boat.

Sheamus was feeling terror. This was the most disturbing, frightening thing he'd ever encountered. He watched as these woman tossed away his existence – his phone, his ID, his credit cards. He feared the absolute worse and stopped trying to charm Ellen, but scare her into letting him go. "T'ere's video footage from t'e arena," he said confidentially. "It will show us all leaving toget'er. The pub waitress; she'll remember. You'll go to prison for … I don't know, a long time."

Ellen looked at him with an icy stare, "Life. We'd go away for life. Kidnapping, Sexual Assault, False Imprisonment, Grand Theft." She referred to the expensive monitors she'd "borrowed" from the hospital. "and murder."

He jumped away from her, "No! Don't do ..." He jerked and made a guttural sound as the Taser pierced his skin and the jolt rushed through him. He seized and then lay motionless.

He didn't know that Ellen and Misty had made sure that the camera posted for the back entrance of the arena was not working that night. The girl at the pub? A meth dealer. They knew all about her lab, the location, how much she sold. She was under there thumb if need be. The rental car? A bluff. The car was not registered to his name and she took that chance believing he'd come back. And he did and had close, intimate sex with her and it felt like it meant something. He'd done Misty, Ellen believed, just to get one more piece of ass before turning them in.

Misty was crying. "Sheamus, Sheamus?" She was afraid to move close to him in case he might be feigning unconsciousness. "Ellie, why?" she sobbed.

"Stop crying. He's not dead. But he should be. Misty, he used us! He had sex with us; he kissed us, hugged us and gave us all this tender attention. He just wanted to get his rocks off a few times before sending us to a life in prison." Ellen cried as she spoke. "I thought he cared about me!" She screamed.

Suddenly, Ellen kicked Sheamus in the ribs, hard. "Wake the fuck up!" He turned on to his back holding his ribs. He groaned from the pain of the Taser, the hard fall to the boat floor and her vicious kick. She kicked hard again into his abs, "Get up." He stood slowly wobbling.

"Ellen, please don't," he said with all the conviction he had. Misty turned her back. Ellen cried as she Tase'd him again. He yelled and fell again. She jumped on to him holding the syringe she'd had in the cooler. She stuck him with the needle and pressed the plunger. He opened his eyes but was still paralyzed from the jolt.

He stared at her and said, "I'm strong of heart and filled with honor." He somehow remembered his vow to die a death of dignity.

"Well that's great for you," Ellen said shaking violently. She raised her fist to hit him and his world was black.

Moments later

The girls sat quietly in the gently rocking boat. The sun had just set. Ellen was holding the World Heavyweight Championship title in her hand. She and Misty walked to edge and let slide into the water and disappear.

"He was so sweet," Misty said distantly.

"He really was," Ellen agreed.

Ellen put an arm around Misty and they stood quietly just listening to the waves lap their vessel.

Finally Ellen broke the silence, "So when does Randy Orton get off suspension?"

The End

Celtic Slave sequel in July