Post by ❤Rose❤ on Dec 14, 2010 0:08:15 GMT -5
Still in trouble
Now it’s more than one week that I’m here in this small cell. I tried everything to get free, I tried to pick the lock, I tried to attack Kane and I tried to call my love to free me, but nothing brought me success. At the end all these attempts to get free only brought me trouble and pain. They tortured me by tickling my feet till I almost fainted, they didn’t give me enough to eat and they also took away all my clothes and left me always naked in my cold cell. This treatment was repeated again and again and I really was about to give up. I begged them and I promised that I would support them and I really hoped that they would at least let me out of this cell, but this didn’t happen. Instead it went on and on and at the end I was totally broken.
Now I kneel here in my cell, only dressed with bra and panties and it is so fucken cold. Desperately I try to think about a way to escape from this Hell but I have no idea what to do. I really have hoped that my love got my messeage and that he will free me, but it seems that even this plan went wrong. Thinking of my love drives the tears into my eyes and I start to cry desperately. I miss him so much and I really wish that he would come here.
“Damn, why does this has to happen to me?”
I punch against the wall until my fist starts to bleed, but I don’t care anymore. It seems that everybody has forgotten me and so there’s no reason to live any longer. I wish I were dead, even death is better than being alone all day and all night. The tears are running down my cheeks and I think of killing myself, but here is nothing to do this and so I can’t do anything. I feel so helpless and lost. I cry again desperately but that also doesn’t help me. I really have to think about a way to get out of here. I even think about helping Kane against his brother, but I think he wouldn’t believe me or trust me and so I really don’t know what to do.
“God damn, I really I wish what I could do. If I only could be strong and stand all this torture, but I’m not. Or if he would believe me that I’m honest as I offered him my help. That would be really so great. Then I could find a way to flee.”
And then the door opens again and Kane and Bearer come back. I’m really so scared again and everybody can see it, but at least I manage it to speak. I beg them to leave me alone and I also promise to behave from now on and to help them, but it seems that they don’t believe me. I try it again and again, but I can’t convince them and slowly they get angry because they think I lie at them. They pull me up by my hair and now they lay me face down on a table and tie my hands and wrists to it. Then they begin to spank me really hard with a ruler until my cute ass turns pink and till I cry desperately. But that’s only the beginning. They poor oil over my feet and now they take a hair brush and begin to brush them. It tickles like Hell and I laugh and scream on top of my lounges. They ask me again and again whether I lied and eventually I break again and confess everything. But not even this helps me and now they continue to punish me. I laugh hysterical and at the end I almost can’t breath anymore. It is so bad that I really wish that I would faint, but they take care that this doesn’t happen.
Hours later I’m back in my cell, totally exhausted and now not only my cute ass is pink, but the soles of my feet too. I’m so exhausted that I almost can’t move anymore and this time they don’t tie me up. They only lock the door and now I’m alone again.
“God damn, I hate it when people whom I hate touch me in this way and use my weakness against me. I only like it when the guy who loves me makes this with me. Fuck …”
But thanks God they are gone now and I’m alone again and can recover a bit. I know that this break won’t be very long because I already get this treatment every day the whole last week. But now I have some time and like usually I try to think about a way to get away again and like usually I don’t find a solution. Even though I’m so tired I clench my fists and punch on the ground. Now I rub my sore wrists and also my tortured feet and slowly I fell a lil bit better, but I know that it will only a very short time where they leave me alone.
“Fuck ..Kane, I hate you so much and I promise that you will pay for it.”
I know that Kane is a sick monster, but there’s also someone who’s almost as mean and sick as him and this person is this slut Justice. She was the one who distracted me during this match last week and who’s fault it is that I’m here in this situation now. I clench my fists again and I promise that she will pay too. Maybe this slut has even planed the whole thing or maybe she has hired Kane to kidnap me. I really could imagine which reason she has to take me out. I’m still exhausted and worn out, but now my anger comes back. Then I get a plan into my mind.
“Juz wait till I get outa here, you will pay for everything and I already know how to do it. Your time on top of this company will be over soon.”
I really hate her so much. When I think how she got in this position I begin to feel sick. She acts like a whore, shows her tits and kisses the ass of the boss and maybe even something else.
“Justice, you’re only a sick and mean whore …But I will make sure that you will go back into the whore house you came from.”
This thought of revenge is really nice, but the thought of what she makes with the boss I feel sick again. It’s so disgusting and it also hurts to see such things. I try to think of something else, but it doesn’t work and so I become more and more frustrated. I really have to do something or I will go insane.
“Kane, Justice, Chyna ..I hate you all …”
But it doesn’t help me to whine the whole time. They call me the Goddess of War and so I have to act like a Goddess. But it’s so hard when you get tortured every day. I lean against the wall and try to get some clear thoughts again. Maybe I manage it to convince them that I gave up when they come back the next time. For a short moment I feel confident again, but then this confidence goes away again. It seems that these sick bastards love it to see me laugh myself to death and beg for mercy. But anyway, one day they have to stop it. I’m pretty sure that they don’t wanna kill me and they also can’t keep me here forever. One day somebody will miss me, maybe Mariah or Amberz or Z. They all like me and they must become suspicious that I’m away for such a long time. But hopefully I will be able to survive this until someone comes to free me. If it goes on much longer I will become insane.
“Shit ..please …please help me somebody. It would be so wonderful ig my knight would come here, kill these monsters and brings me away to a safe place where we can spend all our time together. That would be so wonderful and my biggest dream would have become truth.”
I close my eyes again and sigh. This is really such a wonderful dream. I love it so much to be together with him. I love it to feel his hands everywhere on my body and I love it when he explores all ma sensitive spots. It feels so good to be all at his mercy and I even love it when he uses my lil weakness against me. But when these monsters do it, then it isn’t pleasurable, then it’s only torture and the worst humiliation.
“Why the fuck didn’t I listen to you as you told me that it would be too dangerous to deal with these monsters?”
But I know that this is a stupid question. If I could turn the time back I would do it again. I would try it again to help the Undertaker and I would also go against Kane. And now, after all this pain, I’m even more willing to face them in the ring one day. Yeah, it might be dangerous and stupid, but even though they managed it to break me, I’m strong and tough and I won’t let them get away with this. I will get my revenge and even if it costs me my life. But at least then everybody will see that I’m the real Goddess of War.
It’s really funny, when I’m here alone I feel my strength come back, but when they come back and I’m helpless at their mercy, I laugh, scream and giggle like a school girl and they manage it again and again to break me. I always feel so ashamed, even though I’m pretty sure that others wouldn’t stand that torture too. But anyway, all that thinking about my problems doesn’t help me much. I must juz see that I survive all this until someone saves me. And maybe this person who saves me will be the guy who loves me. Now I close my eyes. I’m still so exhausted and tired and even though it’s so cold her I fall asleep. Now everything is ok again and I dream of the person I love.
But after a few hours all these dreams are ended and the noise of an opening door brings me back to reality. I open my easy and as I see my tormentors I stand up and go over to them. I will try it to stay strong again. But as they grab me by my wrists all the fear comes back and I know that they will break me again. Oh God, please let somebody come and help me.