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Born To Give Pain	By : Lyssiej Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 4184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Ch.5

Maria woke up on the cushions in the corner, naked and covered in blood, sweat, and other bodily liquids. Kane was sitting in the chair, dressed again sans jacket, just watching her. She moved slightly and every muscle felt like it was on fire as did her skin. He stood, walked over to her and asked, “Can you stand?” Not trusting her voice, Maria shook her head. Kane picked her up easily and carried her through a door that had been on the side of the room she couldn't see when she was tied up. She wondered if it was still night or morning, if it had been noticed that she hadn't returned to her hotel room, how long had she slept. Through the door was a tiny white-tiled bathroom. Of course, she thought, he's clean, no blood or anything, so rationally there had to be a bathroom. There was just enough space for a pedestal sink, a toilet, a towel rack with a clean white towel hanging on it and a deep, claw-footed bathtub. There was an empty medicine chest above the sink, but the mirrored front had been removed. The tub was full and overflowed as he lowered her naked, bruised body into it. The water was cool, but not cold. Maria was glad because hot water would have been the last thing she needed on her abraded back. The cool water barely stung and seemed almost like a balm. Much of the blood had dried and the water was tinged red as it dissolved. Kane knelt next to the tub and tenderly began washing her. He began with her throat, then her shoulders, then each arm in turn, her breasts, nipples hard from the cool water, down her torso, hips, each leg, coming back up to carefully wash her inner thighs and vagina. He motioned for her to sit up so that he could reach her back. The mild soap stung, but not terribly and he was still being mindful of her wounds. He pulled the plug and they waited for the water to drain. Maria wondered if he was going to say anything, but didn't know what to say herself, so she chose to be quiet. He picked up an unmarked bottle and opened it.

“What is that?” she asked.

“Benzalkonium chloride, an astringent coagulant and lidocaine. It will sting at first, but this will cleanse the wounds, make sure all bleeding stops and provide a mild anesthetic effect,” he replied. He was right, it did sting, she thought, as he poured a liberal amount over her back. When he was satisfied that every area had been methodically covered, he helped her to stand and dried her with the towel. The bathroom was so small that he could reach the towel without stepping away. She noticed that he followed the same pattern in drying her that he had in washing her. When he finished, he lifted her out of the tub. She felt like she could walk a bit now and he gestured to the bathroom door. She preceded him out of the room and back into the main room. It was only now that she really saw the aftereffects of the night before. There were small splatters of blood on the floor and smears of it on the table. The cushions were ruined with it. She stopped and he moved closer behind her, leaning down to push her wet hair over one shoulder, making sure it didn't drip down her back.

“You should take a good look. Remember the room just like this,” he said. Maria wondered at that comment, but didn't have time to think about it for very long when he walked around her to the chair where he'd been sitting when she woke up. Folded over the back of the chair was a black t-shirt, a black sports bra and a pair of black yoga pants. On the floor behind the chair sat a pair of black running shoes. He gestured to the clothing, “Put these on. If someone sees you coming in at this hour of the morning, you can tell them you went out for a run.” Maria nodded slowly and began to dress. Thankfully, the clothing was all fairly loose, even the bra, so her wounds weren't irritated by them much. She began to understand the level of meticulous planning this had taken. Standing behind her, he began combing his fingers through her hair, careful not to touch her back. “The car will take you back and drop you off around the corner from your hotel, then return for me,” he said without looking at her, “I could have left you here, you know, bloody, naked, lost and alone. Bear in mind that I did not.” He pulled her hair into a low pony tail and slipped a tie around it. Her work-out disguise was complete. Kane trailed a finger down the side of her face.

“What do I say when they ask me about last night?” she whispered.

“I prefer my privacy, but if you'd like to share your sexual depravity with the company, be my guest,” he replied maliciously. Maria flinched at the thought of anyone knowing the truth.

Kane walked over to the stairs and led her out of the basement. The door opened and led into a small living room that looked completely normal. It could have been any of thousands of houses in thousands of cities all over the United States. He walked out the door onto the small porch and helped her down the step. The limo was waiting for her at the end of the walk. The house was average from the outside, too, she noted. In a simple, fairly clean neighborhood, solidly middle-class, nothing distinguishing. It was certainly not a place that she would expect to find a basement with built-in shackles, but that was probably the point. He opened the door and held it for her. She stretched up and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Good-bye,” she said softly.

“No, not good-bye. Just until next time,” he said, pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely. He then all but shoved her into the back of the waiting limo and slammed the door. She saw him turn to go back into the house as the car drove away.

On the drive back to the hotel, she mused over what had happened. She kept her mind firmly on this morning. She just wasn't ready to deal with the emotional ramifications of the previous night. For, indeed, it was morning. The sky was brightening, though the sun hadn't quite made it over the horizon. Since she'd woken up, Kane hadn't touched her in a sexual way. He'd washed and dried her naked body, but that hadn't been sexual. It hadn't been romantic, either. It had been impersonal, as though she was an inanimate object he was washing, like one would wash a cooking implement after use. But then had come the kiss just before she left. That had definitely been sexual again. Apparently, this wasn't to be a one-time encounter, either. These thoughts occupied her through the drive. The limo pulled up to the curb on a side street a short distance from her hotel and stopped. She got out and started walking. The sun was just visible and, unfortunately, she was heading due east down the sidewalk. When she walked into the hotel lobby, the relative darkness blinded her for a moment and she nearly walked right into a person. Blinking rapidly, she looked up, and up, and up, and up, “Oh, Hi, Show,” she blurted out in surprise.

“Maria! Kind of late for you to be coming in, isn't it? Have a nice date?” he giggled. It always astonished her to hear such a funny girlish sound come out of such a huge man.

“Umm...I was out for a run,” she stammered.

“Oh, sure, sure, a run,” he mimicked, waggling his eyebrows, “Must have been taking it easy today. You aren't even sweating.”

“Well, I forgot my water bottle. Didn't want to over do it and get dehydrated!” she exclaimed in her most vapid voice.

“Whatever,” Show replied, “Seriously, though, are you okay?”

Maria was grateful that he was being so discreet. “Yes, I'm fine. I'm going to go on up to my room. See you at the signing later, okay?”

“Yeah, I'll be there,” he replied, walking out the front doors.

Mouthing a prayer that she wouldn't run into anyone else, Maria headed for the elevators. Halfway there, she realized she didn't have the key to her room. Christy had taken all her stuff back to the hotel for her. She wondered what was wrong with her that she hadn't taken a purse with at least some cash, her ID and her room key last night. She put it down to nerves and detoured over to the front desk. A sleepy-looking desk clerk greeted her.

“Is there something I can help you with this morning, Ma'am?” he asked.

“I lost my room key and I need a new one,” she replied.

“Certainly, what is the name and room number?”

Maria told him and he exclaimed, “Oh, you're Maria! A woman left your key here last night. She said you'd left it at the arena and that you'd probably want it.”

Maria silently thanked her friend's forethought. “Oh, good. You wont, ah, tell anyone what time I picked it up, will you?”

The clerk looked miffed at her. “That would be an invasion of your privacy, Madam.”

“Thanks, then,” Maria said lamely as she grabbed the key and hurried over to the elevators. The first things she did when she got in her room was strip off her t-shirt and sports bra and head to the bathroom. Thankfully, the cuts on her back didn't look nearly as bad as they felt. There were lots of them, though. Maria knew that her job depended upon looking good in a bikini and she was worried that the cuts would scar. She made a mental note to make a stop at a pharmacy later that day. Surely they'd have something that would help. Looking at the clock, she saw that she had nearly four hours until she was supposed to meet Christy in the lobby. They had a radio advertisement to tape and that autograph signing to do in the afternoon, then a flight out to the next town. Maria threw back the covers on the bed, slipped out of her shoes and pants, and set her travel alarm to wake her up in three hours. She immediately fell into a fitful sleep.
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