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Trapped

By: Rain

Rating: Nc-17

Pairing: Shane McMahon/ Stacy Keibler

Distribution: I don’t own any superstars or divas, they all belong to the WWE.

Summary: Shane wanted Stacy, he got her, and now, he won’t let her go.

WARNING: Non-consensual Sex – Violence.

Writer’s Note – This is just the prologue, so not everything will be explained here, you might get confused and possibly upset, but things will tie together, that’s a promise.

PROLOGUE
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“Close the door.”

Stacy’s bony fingers gripped the handle of the door for life. She squeezed the cold metal in her hand like a silent cry for help, before letting it slip from her grasp and shut behind her.

The outside world disappeared behind the heavy metal barrier and Stacy found her self, trapped once again in the confined office of Shane McMahon.

The office was huge and modernly decorated with nothing but grays, whites and blacks, painting the place. It was obvious Shane opted to decorate this office since Vince’s offices were never this basic. There were 2 large bay windows overlooking Manhattan and everyday polished hard wood floors you could see your reflection in.

She stared at the floor for a while, and a pair frightened chestnut eyes stared back at her. Stacy’s tummy jumped.

She was scared, she’ll admit it, she knew she angered him.

Stacy tried to make herself look busy by eyeing every detail of the room, even though she’s seen it plenty of times before. She refused to look at the other figure in the room.

But when he didn’t say anything or make any attempt to move after she surveyed the room, she could do nothing more than to glace at him. He looked more than relaxed, sitting patiently behind his desk, legs outstretched over its glass surface. Leaning back in his computer chair, his right arm behind his head for a comfy support and a half smoked cigarette hanging between the fingers of his left hand which lay perfectly on his chest.

His suit jacket was off and tossed over the leather sofa near the window, and his dress shirt was un-tucked and half unbuttoned exposing a white undershirt beneath.

Stacy tried not to make her study of him obvious but she never seen him so, relaxed especially when she knew he was angry with her.

He didn’t seem to care she was there. His eyes were on the TV screen across the room that showed some old sitcom Stacy didn’t know the name of.

The bubble grew in her throat as she waited for his instructions. She watched as he took heavy drags of his cigarette before putting it out. Even after, he didn’t acknowledge her.

Stacy began growing more uncomfortable. As much as she hated being here in the first place, this was worse. She felt ridiculous, watching him watch TV.

“Come here.” His voice made her jump a little, and that’s when she realized she was still standing by the door. As slowly as possible she approached his desk. When she stopped in front of it he finally turned to look at her.

His brown eyes briefly measured her before he turned away. His hand that once occupied a cigarette now clenched a remote and he switched the television off.

“So here’s something ironic.” He stated rising from his chair and making his way over to the bar.

“On Monday, I think I remember making something very clear about you being here at a certain hour.” Stacy watched as he mixed himself a drink. “Now I might’ve had a little to much to drink. But please correct me if I’m wrong, did I or didn’t I specifically tell you to do something?”

Stacy trembled as she nodded. “Yes, you did.”

Shane turned from the bar to glare at her. “I thought I did. So tell me one thing.” He began as he walked toward her.

“Why is it, on that same Monday I received news that you were on your way to Tahiti?” He was no longer relaxed.

Stacy struggled for words. “I-It was a-a charity benefit. Trish and I were selected for a photo shoot, it was last minute…”

Shane was nodding his head in a mocking understanding, “Charity benefit, and last minute.” He said in a sarcastic voice, before his hand whipped across Stacy’s face so fast she lost balance and bumped into his desk.

Pain swelled up the left side of her cheek that she couldn’t even find it in herself to look shocked or even cry out. Though it wasn’t the first time he’s hit her, she was still always caught off guard. How did things come to this?

“Never again.” Shane continued as if nothing happened. Stacy noticed that the drink that was in his hand was already emptied. “What I say goes around here, always has, always will, got that?”

Stacy nodded. “Yes sir.” She whispered.

“Good.” He said in satisfaction before setting the empty glass down. “Now lean over the desk.”

Though she should be more than used to it, Stacy couldn’t help it when she stared up at Shane in shock. He just looked her patiently in the eye and waited for her to obey. She let out a whimper as she did.

Her palms hit the smooth surface of the glass desk, her bottom poked out the mini jean skirt she was wearing, she kept her head and eyes down even though she could feel his dark presence take its place behind her.

She shivered when his dry hands ran down her legs, then slowly back up them as he grabbed the thin fabric or her thong and pulled them down. Her hands burned as he pushed her skirt up to her hips, giving him the entire exposure of her naked bottom. He caressed both cheeks before one of his hands trailed down to her sensitive part.

Stacy bit her lip when two of his fingers pressed against her core. Then she heard the sound of a buckle and a zipper and like it was a count down she braced herself by clenching her eyes tighter than they already were.

The big hands gripped her hips tightly as he entered her forcefully from behind. Stacy let out a cry she knew went unheard. She clenched her fists tight enough to see the knuckles turn white. But the pain Shane brought upon her as he used her body tormented her. Yet there was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

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