I couldn't believe his attitude. All I'd tried to do to Punk was be nice and help him grab his water, because even though I shouldn't, I still felt guilty for causing his injuries. I'd heard that he had broken ribs, and I figured that grabbing his water for him was the least I could have done for him.

I stormed out of the movie room after he'd snapped at me, and made my way back towards my room. I closed my door as loudly as I could before I lay down on the bed, pulling a pillow over my head. It didn't take me long until I heard loud moans filling the air around this floor of the mansion, and I narrowed my eyes in disgust as I pulled the pillow tighter over my head. I knew he was pissed at me, but he didn't have to keep me awake all night by fucking some girl.

When I woke up the next morning, the entire house was quiet, and I took that to mean that I had woken up before everyone else. I pushed the blankets off of my body and then remade the bed even though I knew someone else would come in and remake it, and then got dressed after taking a shower. They had stopped locking my door at night, figuring that I wasn't going to be stupid enough to try and escape again, and I started making my way down to the kitchen. Rocky was sitting there talking to one of the other guys that had caught me when I'd pulled the whole James Bond escape, and I sat down at the bar after grabbing a box of cereal and some milk to eat. Rocky looked up and smiled at me before going back to talking to the other guy, leaving me to myself. I was just finishing eating my cereal when I heard loud footsteps walking into the kitchen, and both of the others stopped talking as they looked up.

"Well, look who's up and at 'em," I heard a sarcastic voice from behind me. I turned to see Punk standing there, and I narrowed my eyes at him. He was one to fucking talk, especially after what he'd done the night before. It had taken me a solid four hours of laying in my mattress, hearing him go at it until I could sleep.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I snapped at him, stepping away from the counter before taking my dish over to the sink. "I'm not the one who was raping all night," I countered. This earned a loud snarl, and both Rocky and the other man quickly exited out of the room. I had come to see a pattern in this house since I'd been here. If you left a situation fast enough, you had deniability.

"I wasn't raping anyone," Punk told me, narrowing his emerald green eyes into thin slits before moving closer to me. "I don't have to rape girls to get them to want me," he added before meeting my gaze. "And at least I don't act like a fucking whore."

"Why do you always call me that?" I asked him, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. I knew that he seemed to have a problem especially with me, because he always called all the other girls by their names. It was only me that he seemed to call 'slut' or 'whore' all the time.

"Because it's what you are," he told me with a growl. "Did you think it was funny last night, going into Samoa Joe' room and fucking him like that? Because all it did was make me think you're even more of a slut."

"I wasn't in his room!" I protested, glaring at him. I had no idea why he was pinning the moaning and whimpering from the night before on me, but I wasn't going to take the blame. If he was in denial about raping some other girl, that was fine. But that didn't mean that I needed to let him push me around.

"Is that why you were moaning like the cheap slut you are?" He asked me, closing the space between us again. This time, I was trapped between the counter and his body, and I had no room to get away. He smirked when he noticed my position, and raised his hand to set it on my shoulder before leaning in closer. "If you hadn't been a bitch and fought me, I could have made you scream," he murmured into my ear.

My first instinct at his words was to deck him as hard as I could in his face, but because my arms were crossed tightly across my chest, I had no room to do that. I didn't want to admit it, but feeling his breath that close to my ear had shivers tingling down my spine. I bit my bottom lip at his words, and then glared at him.

"I don't care if you believe me or not, CM Punk. I wasn't in Samoa Joe's room last night. If it wasn't you, then it was someone else. Let me go," I growled at him. He didn't say anything to me as he moved away from me, backing up just enough to let me slide past him. I groaned as I pushed away from him, turning to go up to my bedroom again.

As I left, I was all too aware of his eyes following me, and it made my skin itch. I shrugged off the feeling and started making my way up the stairs, and then stopped when I saw Samoa Joe walk out of my bedroom.

"Hey," he said with a small smile before pulling my door shut as he walked over to stand in front of me. "Did you go eat some breakfast?"

"Yeah," I told him, trying to continue going to my bedroom. He might be nicer than some of the other ones here, but I didn't want to be close to any of them. I was still planning on getting out of this place, and to do that, I couldn't be here. Instead of letting me pass, he put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me so that I was looking at him.

"I was thinking that since you haven't started any shit with anyone for the last few days, I could take you outside. I'm sure you'd like the fresh air, and I'm sure you've figured out by now that your windows are locked with bars over them."

I scowled at his words, earning a small smile from him as he chuckled. "I don't feel like going outside, thanks," I told him with a frown. I was telling the truth. Going outside would only remind me that I was stuck in a place that I didn't want to be. I was trapped here, and it pissed me off.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged before making his way down the staircase. I watched him for several seconds, wondering what his motives had been before I finally made my way back to my bedroom. When I walked inside, I closed my door again and then closed the door. I had just woken up, and already my day was going to hell.

It got even worse as my bedroom door opened yet again as I sat down on the edge of my bed. "Can't anyone just leave me the fuck alone?" I snapped, not even looking up to see who had walked in. I heard a low whistle, and looked up to see Colt Cabana standing there. Normally he didn't annoy me, but today he was.

"Samoa Joe wasn't kidding when he said you were having a bitch fit," he chuckled before giving me an easygoing smile. "I just came up to tell you that you've got to be dressed and ready to go in about an hour. Samoa Joe is taking you out of here for a bit."

"I told him I don't want to go outside!" I yelled at Colt Cabana. He just sighed and shrugged, turning to leave again mumbling incoherently under his breath. I knew I didn't have any choice but to do as I was told; I had no doubts in my mind that he'd make me go wherever it was that he was taking me in my pajamas if I wasn't dressed. So instead of sitting on my bed and pouting about it, I decided that I was going to do something about my situation.

They might want me to get dressed and ready to leave, and that was precisely what I was going to do. I was going to make Samoa Joe regret taking me out of here by escaping. And after that happened, I wouldn't have to see any of them—mainly Punk- ever again.