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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Lost Part 1
Author: Blue Gold
Email: bluegold@surfy.net
Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Adam/Jason, Adam/Christian, Jeff/Shannon(implied) Adam/?
Warnings: Rape, Slash (m/m), Bondage, Abuse, Arson
Summary: Adam wakes beaten, and without a memory of his life with just his “loving” husband Christian to care for him. Adam tries hard to remember his past, his attack, and the love he feels for his husband while Christian bombards him with lies.
Distribution: Gold Showers, LadyJackyl's Wrestling Fan Fiction Board
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Adam Copeland, he is property of the WWE and Alana and I guess himself. Nor do I own any other WWE superstars appearing in this. Every one else is a figment of my warped imagination.
A/N: *<*<* memory flash *>*>*
Part one is in First person alternating between Adam and Christian at the *~*~ divider. The rest of the story is in third person.

I open my eyes, I’m lying in bed and that feeling of being watched comes from my left side. There’s some guy starring at me and my head is pounding. The room is filled with shadows as I sit up looking for something familiar. There is a pain radiating from my entire lower body. And breathing hurt like a bitch.

“You’re awake. Will you . . .”

“Are you a doctor?” I ask.

“What on earth are you babbling about? Don’t play games with me.”

“I’m not playing, what’s your name?”

“Adam . . .”

“Hi Adam, I’m . . . wait . . . I’m.”

“I’m not Adam you are!” He says standing and turning away.

“Oh,” I say not liking the fact that I can’t remember my own name.

“Who’s AJ?”

“You?” I ask creeped out that nothing is ringing a bell.

“Bring in AJ,” he says tossing me a robe and it’s the first time I notice there was another person in the room and that I was naked. She exits and returns later with a boy around four or five.

“Daddy!” He exclaims jumping into my arms and gives me a hug. I bite back my scream of agony and a soft whimper escapes my lips not enough to surprise my kid. I look at the other guy and he has his back to the both of us.

“How are you?” I ask figuring I should say something to my son.

“Fine I drew some pictures . . . are you better now?”

“I think so . . . why don’t you ask your mommy to bring us the picture.” I say glancing at the woman at the door and the one idea in my head is wow I married well. It takes me a second to realize my kid is laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Daddy you’re so silly, I don’t have a mommy I have two daddies.”

“Two Daddies?” So that guy who was so annoyed with me was my husband? My headache starts to intensify and I signal the woman over. I glance at the guy and he’s looking at me suspicious and confused. I hand her the little boy. “I’m sorry my head hurts.” And everything else.

“Bye Daddy,” He says touching my head as he’s taken out of the room.

“Bye . . . TJ,” I say hoping I remembered the right letters. I lie back down hoping for this throbbing to go away. And for the moment forget about my husband or what ever. Sleep is all I care about.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I watch dumbfounded as my captive goes back to sleep. Could it really be true that he didn’t remember anything? He had to admit he was either an amazing actor or my life just got a whole lot more fun. I’d just have a simple test for Adam it would be easy enough to set up.

I watch him sleep as I think of what passed between us a few hours ago. It’s all I can do to not touch myself. I decide to leave my golden haired little pet and go watch it on the many tapes I have set up in this house at various angles. In my private screening room I pop in the tapes from earlier today.

“Why are you doing this? I’m sorry! You can’t do this, you won’t get away with it!”

“But Adam I already have . . . you’re here aren’t you. And you’ll be good for little AJ’s sake.” I love that look of defeat he gets just then. Just the cutest thing. I rewind and watch it again, his hair falling in his face in the saddest of ways. After I play the scene again in slow motion I let it play.

I had taken him down to the ‘fun room’ filled with your usual BSMD stuff. Whips, chains, masks, a few paddles, nipple clamps, cock rings, knives and then there was the bed. Where our little golden boy was bound spread wide. A few things hanging for easy access for me or as the world’s most disturbing mobile. Funny how he tried to put up a fight when he was tied up and completely at my mercy anyhow.

“Why?” He asks as I climb on top of him. Such a delicious body and its mine for the taking. I take a few seconds to enjoy the sight that Jason had taken for granted for so long. Even the hate that was filling those deep blue eyes was beautiful.

“He doesn’t deserve you . . . what don’t like it when it’s me handcuffing you? Such a little freak.” Sadly no camera angles got the expression on his face then. That sad confused look of despair. But it’s imprinted in my mind. I licked him then and forced his lips apart for a kiss. That was when Adam made his first mistake. He bit my tongue, while I may like to see other’s hurt a little. . .me? No way.

I slapped him then and he had the nerve to spit on me. Spit on ME! How dare he, after I had been nice enough to use the fuzzy cuffs on him. I got off him then.

“Wanna play rough? You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

Christian returns to the bed with a paddle and a leather strap. He leans the paddle on the side of the bed and whips Adam across the chest relishing in his screams. He moves lower getting perilously close to Adam’s limp manhood, as he tried in vain to turn away.

Christian on the other hand was getting harder by the moment. He picked up the paddle and looked at it and at Adam. He couldn’t believe it, hatred was still oozing from those deep deep eyes hatred. He hated that look more than anything.

“You better get that look off your face if you know what’s good for you.” Adam ignored Christian’s command and had his head slammed into the headboard until he finally lost consciousness. It may have been the best for him with the rape that followed. Christian stopped the tape midway through as he caught glimpse of something in the bed room. Adam was stirring.

He watched as Adam sat up and looked around. He stood and swayed on his feet, he took two faltering steps and went crashing to the floor. Christian watched intrigued as he dragged himself back to the bed panting and seemed to pass out again.

Maybe he had had a little bit too much fun. He didn’t want to kill Adam . . . at least he didn’t think so. He headed to the bed room glancing in at AJ who waved. He didn’t understand why the kid wasn’t scared of him then again being daddy number 2’s twin may have helped. So what if the kid called him dad sometimes he was okay, not too stupid or dirty or loud.

And more times then not the kid ignored him, especially when Adam was around. Well his nanny Trish was pretty okay and smart enough not to ask too many questions as long as he was ‘good’ around AJ. He had to get rid of the other one when she had started talking about Jason. Was she stupid?

“Hey dad come here,” Christian walks into the play room. “Can you give this to dad? Maybe he’ll feel better.”

“Sure kid,” Christian says taking the picture that was of four orange blobs with yellow hair he guessed. “Family picture?”

“Yeah, I put Trish in it too see,” he says pointing to one of the smaller blobs.

“Okay, bye,” Christian says and AJ’s already back to drawing as Trish forces a smile at Christian. She may not be dumb but she doesn’t like him and Christian figures she sticks around because she’s attached to the kid and he paid her a damn lot for a new nanny. That’s when he remembered he still had to give Adam a test.

“Hey, here take this, let’s surprise daddy with some dinner in bed. Sound like fun?” AJ eyes light up and Christian smiles while trying to figure out why this kid affected him.

“Yea! Hey can we have pizza?”

“Sure,” Christian says glancing at Trish who’s nodding her approval. “Okay I have to check to see if daddy is feeling better.”

“Okay.”

Christian walks further down the hall and into the main bedroom. Adam was still asleep tossing and turning. Christian watches as he starts to moan and whimper as his arms flail about. Christian decides to wake him then and his eyes open looking frantic and lost. He actually calms when he sees Christian.

“You okay?” Christian asks.

“I think so . . .”

“What were you dreaming about?”

“I think I was being attacked. I’m not sure.” Christian frowns. “What?”

”How do you feel?”

“Like I was hit by a Mac truck . . . is that what happened?”

“No . . . you were beaten.”

“Why?”

“Mugging I’m not sure,” Christian says surprised at how easy the lie flows and how much Adam seems to be buying it.

“So . . .” Adam starts glancing shyly at Christian, “we . . . I mean um we’re.”

“Married? Yeah well committed.” Christian says holding up his hand and pointing out the matching silver bands. He has to hold back his laugh as Adam turns bright red.

“And the kid?”

“AJ, we adopted him as a baby.” Christian says not really sure how long the kid had been around but thinking that was about right.

“And the girl?”

“Trish, the nanny she’s here weekends, until eight and she picks up AJ from school during the week and stays until seven. She’s new been here about a week, so far she’s ok.”

“Okay, um one more question . . .”

“Sure,” Christian says wondering if this was actually real.

“What’s your name?”

“Christian,” Adam frowns. “What don’t like it?”

“No it’s just that I had some names in my head and that wasn’t on of them. Why aren’t I in a hospital?”

“You usually hate them and the doctors said it was fine. Don’t you even remember that?”

“No . . . why is it that I can’t remember anything?”

“Head trauma.”

“That would explain the headache from here to kingdom come.”

“Here I’ll massage your temples,” I put a hand on his head and he winces pulling away. Maybe he’s not such a good actor.

“I’m sorry that’s where it hurts the most.” I take his head in my hands and sure enough along with a bump on the back of his head the bruises on his face start at the temples and end along the jaw like vicious side burns. But that’s what he got for making me angry. “Can you . . .”

“What?”

“I have to use the bathroom . . .”

“No problem.”

Christian stands and helps Adam out of bed as he holds on to him for dear life as they make their way to the bathroom. Christian starts to wonder if he should have told him to rot . . . it would have been an easy way to bring Adam back to his enemy. But he had to admit he liked this. Jason didn’t deserve something like this.

He notices Adam glancing at him nervously instead of using the bathroom. What is going on here? Christian notices then that Adam is a little pink, he’s shy? Shy? A boy who liked to be chained up and whipped is shy?!

”I’ve seen it all before, besides I don’t want you falling in.”

“Could you turn? Please?” The magic word, Christian looked to the side as Adam used the bathroom. Christian looked in his mirror and got his meanest idea yet. If Adam thought they were married it wouldn’t be long until he was completely willing. That would be a much more interesting tape to send to Jason. In the bed room with no chains no whips nothing. That would show him who was boss.

To be continued . . .
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