Chapter 32

"Oh trust me sweetness, I doubt you're going to miss anything." Kane soothed her, tracing his finger around the outline of her lips and across her cheekbone, finally tracing her earlobe. "Color me curious, but how did you go from loving Mark to marrying Cena?" He asked conversationally, moving so he lay next to her on his side, head propped on his raised elbow. His hand never left her, now trailing down the front of her dress idly. "I don't get that one."

"Stop touching me." Rajani ordered, shoving his hand away from her and rolled right off the bed, or started to, but Kane caught her dragging her right back against him. "Leave me alone!" She cried out, curling up in a tight ball, crying her heart out to absolutely no one. She felt his fingers brush her hair back from her neck and that just made Rajani cringe, completely repulsed by everything he was doing and saying. "It's none of your damn business how I wound up married to John and I've never loved Taker. Whatever gave you that idea? You need to get your head checked, asshole."

"Denial is a beautiful thing, you keep on insisting you don't love him or ever did." Kane taunted, reaching for the presoaked cloth in his packet with his free hand, wiggling it out of the plastic bag he had put it in to keep the ether from drying out.

In a second, he was dosing her again, not enough to knock her out, but to keep her limp and basically helpless. He wanted to taunt her some more, without her trying to run. That shit would get old fast and then he would have to do something to her that she may not live to regret and he couldn't have that.

"If it makes you feel any better, he loved you too." Kane emphasized loved, effectively making it a past tense.

"W-What are you talking about?"

Rajani was having a hard time breathing because of the ether doses, knowing if she kept running off at the mouth, he would probably end up killing her. She was so weak; there was no way to fight him off. He was going to have his way with her that probably involved rape and god knows what else. All Rajani could do was lay there with tears streaming down her face, closing her eyes when he moved her head until they were face to face, swallowing hard.

"Taker doesn't love me. John does and that's why I married him. I married him because he wants me completely and loves me just like I love him." Though her love went much deeper for Taker.

"John wants you completely all right." Kane drawled, not about to elaborate any further, not just yet. Well maybe he would, sort of. "Who proposed Raja, hmm? Not you, not after 'dating' him for so short a time. He did, didn't he?"

Kane was running his palm along her ribcage, keeping everything above the clothing. He didn't actually have to violate her in the intercourse sense of the word to violate her. He could manage that without touching her flesh and with his words. Not that the idea wasn't tempting...she was a very beautiful woman. Considering there were two men who wanted her that he was equally annoyed with, taking her would probably be icing on their shit-filled cakes.

"Pretty intense husband you got there, almost obsessive. Not that I blame him..." His large hand was inching towards her chest.

Her eyes slowly opened, narrowed in on Kane's masked face and had a feeling he knew something she didn't. "What do you mean obsessive?"

If this was Taker doing this to her, Rajani would've thoroughly enjoyed it, but it wasn't. However, in her mind it was Taker because it was the only way to stop her from vomiting violently at his touch, thankful he was keeping the touching and sick caressing above the clothing. This could be a lot worse and Rajani just hoped it didn't get to that point.

"You know something." She accused quietly, closing her eyes again and was barely above to lift her hand even a few inches, feeling completely helpless.

"I know a lot of things, you'll have to either be more specific or ask me nicer." Kane said sweetly, monitoring her breathing closely. It would not do for her to die. He didn't actually want her to die; he just wanted to torment her. "Hmm, I think I overdid it on the ether, Raja. You know what I'll have to do now? We're going to have to get your heart pumping faster to circulate the chemical out of your system quicker." He was already pulling her up. "You have any preference on how we do that? No? Good." He grabbed the back of her beautiful if not rumpled gown, tearing it easily. "Start panicking, sweetheart."

"No...NO!" Rajani cried out weakly, shaking her head slowly back and forth as her heart rate accelerated instantly, dark eyes wide with fright.

Kane was going to do it! He was actually going to rape her and there was nothing Rajani could do to stop him! Her beautiful dress was in pieces as it flooded to the floor below. Her breathing had quickened, every part of her trembling from head to toe and her heart was pounding furiously

"Please no! Tell me what you know! TELL ME NOW!"

"Now didn't I say ask me nicer?" He clucked his tongue, running a hand down her relatively bare back, feeling her shivering violently under his touch, her flesh breaking out in small goose bumps. "How's the heart doing?"

Kane pulled his hand off her spine in order to place it directly over her rapidly beating heart, which also meant he basically palming her breast. Very firm, he thought and gave it a gentle squeeze, very firm indeed. Then he felt her pulse kicking into overdrive, pulling away from her.

"Good girl, you might survive that accidental overdose after all."

Kane patted her on the top of the head before standing up, stretching. This man had serious issues and Rajani was starting to feel stronger, managing to pull the sheet up to cover her body, thankful she wore a strapless bra and panties beneath the dress. Rajani knew mouthing off to him wasn't in her best interest, so she decided to play along with him for the time being.

"Kane, will you please tell me what you know? Will you please help me understand why you've brought me here? I would really appreciate it." Her voice was sweet and kind.

Rajani gave herself props because she had to fight not to inject malice or any undertones. Kane was impressed, that was almost believable and he stared down at her. Finally, he brought his hands together - once, twice, three mocking, sarcastic claps. She was looking better; color was back in her cheeks, crisis averted. If she took his life-saving preventive measures as a sign of weakness and attack, he'd actually kill her this time around completely on purpose.

"Bravo Raja, you would definitely take home best actress if I were in the mood to pass out awards. As it is, no. I think you'll wait, it'll more fun for me if you wait."

"You told me if I asked you nicely, you would tell me." She shot back in a growl, no longer acting nice because it wasn't worth it, folding her arms in front of her blanket covered chest. "You're such an asshole." Rajani muttered, not caring if he heard her or not and leaned back against the headboard, trying to get the rest of her dizziness to go away. "Fine, can you at least tell me why you brought me here or is that confidential in that sick demented mind of yours, Red?"

"Raja, sweetheart, considering I just nearly killed you on accident, do you really think provoking me is wise? I mean, what if my already tentative grip on sanity were to slip and I decide to just smother you with my hands? It would be a lot more terrifying than the ether, you know? With the ether, you're calm, you can't really panic." Kane spoke so casually, they could have been talking about the weather and then he glanced at the clock. "Time to get you lazy ass out of bed, we have to get ready for the show."

'Thank god!' Rajani thought, slipping out of bed.

Rajani allowed Kane to guide her out the door toward the bathroom. She blinked at the sight of her bag and looked back at him, knowing he had this planned for probably the past month or so. Walking over, Rajani unzipped her bag and pulled out her outfit of choice for the evening, though changed her top at the last second.

"Do I have time to shower, Glen?" That would most assuredly piss him off.

Kane gestured to the bathtub, old-fashioned clawed-foot monstrosity, no shower. No curtain, just the tub. "You have time for a bath, but if you think I'm going to leave you alone, you're the one who's lost their mind." He had removed her cell from her purse, that thing was now dead, the pieces in the trash bin downstairs. "Of course, since we're on a first name basis..." He had warned her before about the use of his name, cheeky bitch. "You probably won't mind if I'm in here, right?"

The back of her dress was destroyed, but there was no way in hell Rajani was bathing in front of this monster. She would go to WrestleMania in her current condition if it meant not letting this bastard see her naked. If he tried forcing her, Rajani would give Kane a reason to kill her, doing a full body shiver at the thought.

"On second thought, I don't need to bathe that badly." Turning to stare at him, Rajani somehow managed to hold the once beautiful amber gown against her, which was now destroyed thanks to Kane's destructive behavior. "Let's just get going before we're BOTH late. Even you know better than to cross the boss when it comes to the biggest show of the year."

Considering Kane had more than enough time and opportunity to screw her three ways from Sunday repeatedly and hadn't, he figured any fear of rape on her part was just plain out irrational. Her biggest concern should have been him killing her, since he almost did already. Though, that was completely accidental. He had even fixed that error by jumpstarting her heart again for her. Now if that wasn't a kind deed, he didn't know what was. Smirking slightly, he folded his arms over his massive, bare chest, staring down at her in open amusement.

"Raja, consider what you just said, and everything I've done, do you honestly think appealing to my sense of professionalism is going to work? Get a bath, you smell like stale sweat and ether." He gestured to the door less frame. "I will even leave you to it."

Kane would obviously be in the next room, where he would be able to clearly hear anything she might get up too, and could come in without having to kick down a door. Chewing her bottom lip, Rajani wondered if Kane was legitimate and would stay his ass out of here while she quickly bathed. This was going to be the quickest bath in history, since there wasn't a shower. Just a little longer and she would be away from him, doing her job. The first chance Rajani got, she would turn Kane in for kidnap and assault. This wasn't being brushed under the carpet like the time he attacked her, which she had technically had him punished by Taker.

Taker.

Rajani closed her eyes as tears stung her eyes, missing him like crazy and wished he was here to save her from his lunatic friend. Looking down at her left hand, the diamond glittered almost mockingly back at her and Rajani was starting to wonder if marrying John was the right thing to do. While she took what was probably going to be a 'bra and panties remain on' bath, Kane set about to dressing himself. He wasn't about to show up in street clothes, knowing he would probably either be arrested or murdered the moment he was found in the building. Providing they could find him. He smirked as he pulled on his leather glove, flexing his fingers. Once everything was on and he had packed his bag, he walked into the bathroom. Ignoring her, Kane wet down his hair, pulling it back into a tail at the base of his neck before sparing her a disinterested glance.

"Are you finished yet, Raja? We're going to be late." He had just made a joke, he was killing himself tonight.

"I am ready."

Rajani stood before him in a pencil black strapless dress that hugged her curves and was accompanied with a pair of black pumps. Her hair was pulled back by two black chopsticks. This was her outfit for WrestleMania and she was not going to change it. Everyone had to dress up for it, including Kane, who was currently in a pair of black dress pants and short sleeved black shirt that hugged his muscular frame nicely. Of course, all Rajani wanted to do was choke him with his hair, but fought the urge to do so. She secretly hoped Randy Orton killed him tonight, fighting back a smirk to form on her lips. Keeping them in one grim line, Rajani stared back at him out of blank dark eyes. Those eyes were currently telling him she wished him a very unpleasant, painful death and he smiled grimly, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her from the bathroom.

"Now, sweetheart, I know you want to arrive at WrestleMania in style, but honestly, we're not going to be a very popular couple and you might find a way to draw attention to us." Such as getting stupid and screaming for help, or fighting, something along those lines. "So..." His hand was suddenly over her mouth, the other moving to her neck. "You're going to sleep for awhile without the aid of ether."

Kane felt he was being considerate, but wanted her alert for the show, just not until they GOT there. He didn't trust her. When Rajani slumped against him, he carefully lifted her up, mindful not to ruin her dress, or hair. She'd wake up pissed, but alert and ready for the real fun to begin.