"Hey Hunter, she's moving!" Batista yelled and pointed at the screen in his hand.
Triple H hurried over and looked at the screen so he could see for himself the red dot moving that indicated she was on her way away.
"Did she finally decide to try and make a run for it?" Randy asked in a mocking voice.
"No, she's moving too fast for that. She's in a car," Batista said.
"Shit, Shield!" Triple H yelled.
He turned around to yell out to all the men in the house.
"Wyatts, with me! The rest of you stay here to finish this place off!" He yelled.
Evolution and The Wyatt Family stormed out of the house and jumped into two seperate cars.
"Find her quickly," Triple H hissed as Randy started the car.
"Slow down, Roman. The last thing we need right now is being pulled over by the police," Seth said once they were out on the roads again.
Dean looked over at her and noticed the dog tag. She hadn't seen it had made its way out of her shirt during her struggle before being tossed inside the car.
"That one's mine," he growled and yanked it off her before hanging it around his own neck.
"There they are!" Triple H shouted as he noticed their car.
Batista drove as close as he dared but stayed behind them.
"We got company," Roman said as he looked in the rear view mirror.
They all turned their heads and looked outside the window.
"Shit," she whispered.
"How did they find us?" Seth asked.
Dean looked at her. She let out a yelp as he grabbed her shirt and tore it open.
"Are you fucking wired?" He yelled.
He looked at her bra.
"No," she cried as she tried to pull the shirt back around her front to cover up.
"Then how the fuck did they know how to find us?" He yelled.
She didn't answer. She just looked down.
"You got a fucking bug on you then?" He asked.
She shook her head.
"I don't fucking believe you. Strip!" He yelled as he pulled her shirt again, this time yanking it completely off her body.
"Okay okay!" She yelled back as he reached for her pants.
She opened them herself, kicked off her shoes, got out of the pants and handed them to Dean. He opened the window and threw pants, shirt and shoes out of it.
"Shake them, Roman," he said.
Roman drove around, trying his best to shake the tail behind them. Dean looked over at her sitting there in her underwear. He still found her so damn attractive that he just wanted to assault her right there on the backseat. He bit his lip and tried to shake the dirty thoughts. He wasn't suppose to still feel attracted to her.
"I think I lost them," Roman said.
They all sighed in relief but that feeling only lasted for a few seconds.
"They're back," Roman growled irritated.
Dean looked at her again.
"Underwear, angel," he said.
"What? No!" She pleaded.
He took out a pocket knife and showed it to her.
"Either you do it yourself or I will," he said.
"Fine, I'll do it. Just put the knife away, please," she begged.
She reached around and opened her bra. He smirked and put the knife away without ever taking his eyes off her. He might as well enjoy the show. She handed him the bra, took off her thong and handed it to him too. She put her legs up on the seat, put her arms around her knees and curled up. She felt so humilated. He threw her underwear out of the window.
"Lose them," he said.
Roman tried again and for a brief moment they thought they had lost them.
"What the serious fuck?" Roman yelled as the car came back behind them.
Seth turned his head to look back at them.
"Does she have anything left on her? Jewelry or something?" He asked.
"No!" Dean answered, clearly annoyed and angry about the whole situation.
"Then how the fuck do they keep finding us?" Seth asked.
Dean looked at her.
"What aren't you telling me?" He growled.
She didn't answer. She just started shivering. He reached his hands forward and started feeling up her arms.
"Where is it?" He growled.
"Dean, please," she whispered.
He moved his hands around to her neck and then he felt it.
"There!" He said triumphantly before turning his head to the front. "She's fucking chipped. Get down to the old tunnels. There's no signal down there."
Roman stepped on the gas and sped towards the tunnels. No one used those tunnels anymore. They were the perfect place to hide out for a short amount of time. If you knew your way around them, you could hide from anybody, and The Shield definately knew their way around them.
"Stop!" Triple H shouted as The Shield's car disappeared into the tunnels.
Randy hit the brake.
"Why?" He asked confused.
"We don't know our way around those tunnels but they do. They are bound to get out again at some point so we'll just wait till her chip starts showing again," Triple H answered.
After a short while Roman finally stopped the car. Dean opened the door, grabbed her wrist and yanked her out of the car. He forced her down on her stomach and sat on her lower back.
"Dean, stop, please," she cried as she tried to struggle.
"Help me hold her down," Dean said.
Seth sat on her legs so she couldn't move them.
"Where is it?" Roman asked as he grabbed her arms.
"In her fucking neck," Dean answered.
"Shit, just a second then," Roman said.
He put a knee down on each of her arms and grabbed both sides of her head with his hands to hold her completely still. Once he had a hold on her, he nodded to Dean. Dean pushed her hair away and grabbed his pocket knife. He felt around on her neck with his free hand until he felt it again.
"Hold still," he said in a low voice before pressing the blade into her skin.
The scream she let out was heartbreaking to all three men but they couldn't care about that now. He cut her skin open, used his fingers to push out the chip, and through it all she never stopped screaming. Dean held up the chip so Seth and Roman could see it. They both let go off her.
"Seth, bring me some water," Dean said.
Seth hurried to the car and grabbed a bottle of water. Dean took it and poured some down on her neck, cleaning most of the blood off her. It wasn't something he had to do but he felt like he couldn't just leave her like that.
"Don't want blood in the car," he said as an excuse.
He finally got off her and poured some water over the chip to clean it and get a better look at it. Roman helped her to her feet.
"Get in the car," he said.
She went inside the car without saying anything. Once again she curled up in there. She was done crying. She just stared straight ahead while reaching a hand behind to touch her neck. It hurt like hell but strangely enough she felt kind of free. Well, as free as one could while still being kidnapped by The Shield.
"What should we do with it?" Roman asked.
"Leave it down here?" Dean asked back.
"I got an idea," Seth said and took the chip from Dean.
"What are you thinking?" Roman asked.
"Get us out of here and drive to the bridge as fast as you can. Don't let them catch up on us. Stop in the middle of the bridge," Seth answered.
Both Roman and Dean smiled and nodded before all three men got back into the car. Roman sped out of the tunnels in the other end.
"The signal's back," Batista said.
"Go!" Triple H shouted.
Randy started the car again.
"They're heading for the bridge," Batista said.
Randy turned the car around and drove in the direction of the bridge.
"What the fuck? They just stopped in the middle of it." Batista said.
"What?" Triple H asked.
"Oh my god!" Batista blurted out.
"What? What?" Triple H was shouting now.
"She just went down. They fucking threw her over the bridge. The signal went black once she hit the water," Batista said in a shocking voice.
After throwing the chip down into the water below him, Seth hurried back into the car.
"They won't come looking for you now," he said as they drove away.
They reached a house a little outside of town. Only one neighbour house and it wasn't that close. She didn't try and struggle when Dean grabbed her wrist and yanked her out of the car. She just followed like an obedient dog. The shock and realisation of Dean actually willing to cut her open had done something to her. She knew there was no way out of this and she might as well just go along with it.
"Seth, break in next door and steal some clothes. She died two weeks ago and her kids haven't come by to empty the house yet. She was the same size as Angela," Dean said.
Seth nodded and went away while Dean dragged her into his room. He pushed her down on the bed, found a set of handcuffs and chained one of her wrists to the headboard. He took a step back and looked at her. She pulled her knees up and rested her head on them.
"Look at me," he said.
Her eyes went to him. He crossed his arms and just looked at her. His lips curled into a sinister smile.
"If you could see yourself right now. Just a pathetic, no good whore with nowhere to go," he said.
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter," Dean called out.
Seth opened and came in with clothes in his arms. He put them on the table.
"I just took a little of everything," he said.
"It's fine. Thank you," Dean said.
"No problem," Seth said and left the room again, closing the door behind him.
Dean looked at her again. Her eyes looked straight into his.
"Are you gonna kill me?" She asked.
She didn't sound scared. It was just a question that she needed to be answered.
"I haven't made up my mind about that yet. I am gonna hurt you though," he said.
She just nodded.
"And right now I can only think of one really good way to hurt a woman," he said.
He was fast on the bed, grabbing her legs, pushing her down on her back. He placed himself between her legs and reached down to push two fingers inside her. He looked at her with a surprised look on his face. She didn't fight back or ask him to stop. She just laid there with a blank look on her face, her eyes firmly on his face though.
"Are you just gonna lie there and take it?" He asked as he removed his fingers from her.
"I deserve it for what I did to you," she answered.
"And if I bring Roman and Seth in here too?" He asked.
"I'm still not gonna fight," she answered.
"Guess it doesn't make a difference to a whore like you, considering you've already fucked me for money," he said.
"Believe it or not, he did not pay me to sleep with you. I was paid to get on your good side and find out where you live, and I was paid to help bring you down. He did not pay me to sleep with you. I chose to do that on my own," she said.
"Why? Some sort of pity fuck?" He asked.
"You know why," she answered.
"Yeah right," he laughed.
"What I said that morning..." She started.
"Shut up! You don't get to use that lie on me!" He sneered.
"...I meant what I said," she finished.
"I said shut up!" He yelled.
He grabbed her throat with one hand and squeezed. His eyes were hard and cold. His other hand went down to his pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. Still she didn't struggle. She was trying to keep her breathing under control from his squeezing around her throat but she didn't push him away.
"Fuck!" He yelled as he let go and jumped off the bed.
He closed his pants again and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him in frustration.