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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE THEMES.

Chasing Pavements

Chapter 4

I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND BABY

Trish groaned softly as she began to regain consciousness. She slowly attempted to move from her laying position, but winced at the sudden pain surrounding the crown of her head. When she tried to lift her herself she felt herself being restricted and quickly realised what was happening. She opened her eyes, only to be blind to her surroundings by the material covering them. On instinct she attempted to reach for her face to pull down the blindfold but her hands were tied together above her head and constricted to what she had imagined was a metal bar of some sort.

As she became more aware of her surroundings—despite being completely sightless to them, she began to panic. Where am I? I can't see, my hands can't…what's going on? I can't see. Her eyes began to water and soak the blindfold as she continued to struggle from her constraints.

She groaned through her sobs as her attempts to free herself were unsuccessful, her body kept hitting the mattress below her each time she jerked around. Despite her will to break out of her restraint, she stopped after realising it was hopeless. As she continued to sob she brought herself up the mattress into somewhat of a foetal position. However as the bare skin of her legs touched each other she froze.

Trish let out a small squeak of terror as she rubbed her legs together, confirming her fears. She wasn't wearing pants. Her lips trembled as she manoeuvred her legs slowly, gasping through her sobs when she could feel her underwear had been ripped too.

"No…" she whispered to herself. "NO!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She began to kick at her surroundings again and tug on her arm restraints as she desperately tried to escape. She gasped and groaned as she used the leverage from the ties on her arms to pull herself up into a slouched-seated position, concealing her lower-self with her legs as much as she could. She winced again as the pain on top her head overwhelmed her.

"Oh god," she groaned. "He raped me." She cried. "Hit me...hurts...head hurts...passed out...raped me." She muttered incoherently, her breath hitching with every word. "Help!"

She tugged forcefully again at her restraints even though it hurt her. "HELP ME!" she screamed as loud as she could. "Someone help me!"

She continued to yell, but ruled it pointless after hearing her own voice echo through her surroundings. She was obviously in a secluded, abandoned place. No one would hear her. She slouched further down onto the mattress, cradling her face within her arms as best she could, and continued to sob quietly.

The sound of a large door unlocking echoed through the room. Trish jerked towards the noise and tried her best to keep quiet. She listened intently as she heard footsteps which sounded louder and louder as they approached her. She flinched when she felt someone's presence close to her.

"Wakey, wakey eggs and bac-ey," the voice said in a high pitched singing tone. She immediately recognised it as belonging to the same deep voiced man who had abducted her, only this time he was mocking her.

Trish whimpered as she felt his coarse, callused hand brush her thigh. "Don't, please don't," she tried to reason with him.

Ignoring her please he trailed his hand down her smooth legs and stopped at her ankles, gripping them both with forceful fists.

"Okay I lied when I said eggs and bac-ey…" he laughed hoarsely. Trish tensed up and tried to struggle as she felt his hands move up her legs again and settle between her knees. She heard him scoff as his face moved an inch away from her own, patches of his beard tickling her cheek. "…How about; Wakey, wakey open legs and rapey," he droned into her ear as his hands pushed her legs apart.

JxT

"Dammnit!" John cursed as he threw his phone down. "Why the hell is your phone off, Trisha!?"

He was beginning to get worried—no, scratch that—he was worried an hour ago, approaching two hours he was near going mental. He could understand if she took almost an hour to get to the store and back; there could have been a line at the checkout, or she could have take a detour or a different route. Anything past an hour though; that wasn't normal.

"Trish is a fast walker she should be back by now—detour or not," John reasoned with himself. "It's late, people wouldn't be queuing up at the store; she went to buy one damn thing!" He brushed a hand over the top of his head. "It doesn't take this long!"

John sucked in a deep breath and glanced at the clock. "It's been way to long." Grabbing his phone he dialled Trish's number again, grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

John groaned at his phone as he hung up for the trillionth time, his other hand banging on the McMahon-Levesque door loudly. "Steph! Paul! Open up!" he yelled through the wood as his hand kept knocking.

"Hold on, hold on jeez," he heard Stephanie's irritated voice answer softly, followed by the ratting of the door chain and handle. "What?" She replied, unamused at her neighbour's need for yelling at this time of night. Her gaze immediately softened when she saw John's expression. "John, what is it?" she asked as she wrapped her robe around herself tighter.

"Is Trish here?" he asked, taking a long shot.

"N-no," Stephanie shook her head. "She hasn't been here all night, has something happened?"

John sighed and bit his lip. "She went out a while ago and hasn't come back."

Stephanie pushed the door open a little further and leaned against the frame. "I'm sure she's fine, John; give her some time." She said through a yawn.

"I gave her an hour," John raised his voice. "It's almost been two, and nothing!" he snapped. "I don't think that sounds fine, Stephanie!"

Stephanie flinched and took a small step back. "O-oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

John sighed and shook his head. "No, I'm sorry for yelling at you," he reached out and gave her a one arm hug. "I'm gonna go to the store she went to…" he said as he pulled back.

"Oh, I'll get Paul and we'll come too," Stephanie offered as she turned to re enter her apartment.

"No, I'll go," John stopped her. "You, can you just keep an eye out and let me know if she comes back?"

Stephanie nodded as she watched John quickly leave her sight. She exhaled deeply and bit the inside of her lip in worry, hoping her friend was not in any harm.

John breathed deeply as he approached the mini mart that Trish had supposed to have gone to. He scanned the outside street for any sign of Trish just leaving, but nothing. His heart dropped when he noticed a police car parked by the side. "No…"

He quickly burst into the store, his heart aching with worry. He glanced around and saw a police officer talking to a man, a couple of people hovering around and another police officer scanning the aisles.

"Sir?" John jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a third police officer. "Are you alright?"

John stared at him blankly for a moment. His mind was still set on finding Trish as his gazed went past the police officer towards the rest of the store in hopes of seeing the familiar blonde, despite the officer's questions towards him.

"Sir?"

John squinted his eyes as he returned his focus back to the police officer. "Huh?"

"Sir, were you involved in this robbery?" the officer questioned him.

John shook his head quickly in disbelief. "Robbery? There was a robbery? John asked frantically, his eyes digging into those of the police officer's, searching for answers. "What robbery!?" John shouted. "Trish, is Trish okay?"

"Sir you need to calm down," the officer said assertively. "Was someone you know here when the robbery occurred?"

"When?" John asked, ignoring the question. "When did it happen?"

"About an hour and a half ago…"

"Trish!" John yelled, causing many people to look at him. "Trish, are you here?" John pushed past the officer and started pacing down the aisles, with the soon officer close behind him. John continued to search and call out her name in hopes that she would appear in front of him in no harm.

"Excuse me!" a voice called out from behind John.

He turned to see a man running up towards him with eagerness. As he came closer, John could see by his name tag that he worked at the store. "This Trish you are looking for was she young with blonde hair; she was wearing a coat?"

John's eyes widened. "Yes, yes!" He replied quickly with hope in his eyes as he grabbed the man by the shoulders, pressing him for more information. "Where is she? Was she here?"

The man nodded as John held his grip on his shoulders. "Y-yes, she was here." He stammered. "She left though," he noticed the confused look on John's face. "She left after the robbery took place, I tried to stop her but she said she was fine and left."

John's gaze fell to the ground. Why would she do that? Why would she leave, it wasn't safe! He looked back up at the man giving him information. Hoping he had more.

"I followed her out just in case," he continued as he released himself from John's hands. He began to walk towards the exit, motioning for John to follow. "She went that way," he pointed in the direction John had come from.

John followed his finger, seeing it was just the way home. Trish had left to come home? Then where the hell was she? John scanned the dark surroundings, completely lost and confused. He glanced back at the store worker and nodded in appreciation before heading off into the darkness.

JxT

Trish inhaled deeply as she gasped for air through her hysterical sobbing as her captor lifted his hand from her mouth. He had kept it there the entire time, telling her that her muffled groans turned him on. She groaned in pain as he released himself from her and pushed his body off hers. She immediately felt the cold hit her lower body and she brought her legs up close to her chest to hide herself. She heard his laugh as the sounds of him buckling his belt rang through her ears.

"That was fun," he said. "Thank you." He snorted.

He leaned over her once again, his face invading hers. She felt his rough hand caress her cheek and his finger trace the bottom of her blindfold as she desperately tried to move away from him. He grabbed her chin and held her head in place; bringing his mouth millimetres away from hers, his beard once again tickling her skin in an unpleasant way.

"Shame you couldn't watch," he smirked as his lips trailed her jawbone. "But I prefer it that way," he sneered and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

Trish trembled beneath him, hoping he was done. She almost sighed in relief when he groped her one last time before lifting himself off her. She listened as he began moving around her and pulling at the mattress. She felt him touch her torso, fiddling with her shirt, moving it up about her navel. He then trailed his hands down her body, purposely brushing against her nakedness before standing up to admire his work.

"Don't move, I want you to look pretty when they find you," he said in his husky voice. "And when they do, don't tell them I really raped you, just admit you enjoyed it and we had a good time." He laughed down at her.

Trish trembled, desperately wanting to shield herself from his sick gaze. She listened and heard his footsteps which began to get faint. She heard the door unlock again and be pushed open. She swallowed hard, hoping he would just leave.

"As I said, this was fun," he called out to her again. "Let's do it again sometime."

Tada!

It took a while, but here's the next chapter.
I don't/am not good at writing sex/sexual content scenes so i kept it minimal. It's still a T rating, but if anyone thinks i should raise it, please tell me and i will. I don't want to offend anyone ;o
But anyway, the mystery scum is still a secret. But i know what a few of you are thinking. And Stephanie :) Yay. That's all.

Please Review *pouts*

Thanks to:

Da-Real-Mrz-Cena102100: John kinda lost his common sense for a while-- so it took him an hour to actually get worried. Freak. But he's looking now, only he's a bit too late :(

TrishOrton: YES I LIKE HER! I promise. The one that writes "Be-Mean-To-Trish" scenes is my alter ego, not me.

Superficialcynic: Everyone hoped nothing extremely bad would happen to her. Sadly it did.

WWEAngel: Trish does have bad luck, partly my fault. I'll make it up to her though :)

Waves Of Rage: Umm, your reviews are fantastic! I feel so happy when you review lol! And i love all your thoughts on what might happen :D Now to address everything.
1) I have to put Trish through it all coz otherwise there is no story :( sorry
2) I know, who would kidnap Trish other than Chris? I would. Jokes ;p
3) John and his Criminology will make its debut soon. It's obvious now lol.
4) John's stupid stupid nachos.
5) And only mean, jerks hit Trish. They'll get what's coming to them!

Trishrocks: Lol i was thinking that. Valentines day and the last chapter do not match. I cringed a bit when i realised i did that. lol. Maybe its my V-day Spitefullness coming into action. Lol and i'm sure Trish would appreciate you hunting down Chris all the way in NY if he was hurting her ;D

x Peace.