by Limp Bizkit

Glen sat in the corner, while everyone else was at a table eatting before getting ready for the night's matches. He scanned the room, until he laid eyes on her. He fell in love at first sight of her, but since she had arrived in the WWE locker room, she hadn't introduced herself to him. She introduced herself to everyone else, and tended to cling to Kevin Nash. She rarely even looked at him. After a few months, it began to really bother him.

This day was no different than the others. She sat at a table with Nash; laughing at his jokes, and feeding him at times. As Glen watched he became sick with jealousy. 'What does he have that I don't,' he asked himself. 'We're the same height, almost the same weight, he has a little hair, but not enough to make a difference compared to my baldness... What the hell?'

She stood from the table, and kissed Kevin on the cheek. She picked up her plate, threw it away, then left the room. When Glen noticed that Kevin was going to stay, he went after her. He saw her in the hallway. "Angelica," he called out. She just kept walking, until she went into the women's locker room. Not one to be ignored by anyone, he followed her, even into the locker room. He walked up behind her, spun her around, and trapped her against the wall. Her eyes swept over his stomach and chest, then up to his eyes. "K-K-Kane..." He heaved her over his shoulder, and carried her to his car in the parking garage. He dumped her in the back seat, got in the driver's seat, and started the car. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. He looked at her in the rearview mirror. "Somewhere where we can talk." He pressed the gas pedal, and sped out of the garage.

He had planned this since he heard they would be doing a show in his hometown, so that he not only had the physical advantage, but a territorial one as well, in case she got away from him. An hour and a half after they had left, Glen turned down the dirt road leading to his deer lease. He parked the car, got out, and pulled her out of the back seat. He grabbed a handful of hair, and leaned down to get in her face. "You've been quiet so far. It's about time I get some answers." He took her inside the travel trailer he had set up the night before. He grabbed some shackles out of one of the drawers, sat her down in the chair, and cuffed her behind the back by her hands and feet.

He had forgotten how hot the trailer became in the Tennessee heat, until he began to sweat. He pulled his T-shirt off, and threw it on the table. "Are you afraid of me?" She didn't answer him. He kneeled in front of her. "Am I ugly? Is that why you've been avoiding me?" That's when she finally looked at him. "That's it, huh?" "I hadn't even seen you up close until today. How would I have known if you were ugly, or drop dead gorgeous?" "Well, now, that's not my fault is it?" He grasped her chin. "I'm right in front of you now. Where do I rate on that scale?" She looked at his face, then down to his chest. As her eyes traveled down to his legs in his tight fitting black jeans, she said, "fairly high." He kissed her, but she didn't return it. He leaned back to look at her, and saw a tear slide from her eye.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. He let out a humorless laugh. "Because I love you, and you don't even know I'm alive." He kissed her again. "Where is Kevin on that scale?" She looked at him puzzled. "I never thought about it. I guess he's a good looking guy, but I don't really look at him that way." Glen looked at her confused. "He must have one hell of a personality, then." "He's my uncle." Glen looked at her, then laughed like a mad man as he stood up. He looked at the ceiling and said, "Fallen Angel is Nash's niece."

"Kane, please let me go." "My name is Glen, not Kane." "Glen, please... We both need to go back to the arena. We both have matches tonight. And, if you release me, I won't tell the police. Hell, I won't even tell Kevin." He kneeled in front of her again. "Why would I want to release you? So you could ignore me again? So you could pretend you never met me? So you could pretend this never happened?" "I wasn't ignoring you. Kevin told me to try to stay away from you. He said you were crazy." "I wasn't, but you're driving me insane." He kissed her again, then slid his hand from under her hair, down her neck, to rest on her shoulder. When he licked her lips, they parted slightly, allowing his tongue entrance. He sought out every dark crevice in her mouth.

He ended the kiss, and sat back to look at her. His hands went back to her neck, then went down the collar of her shirt. When they reached the top button, he pulled, popping the buttons off of her shirt. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned forward to inhale the scent of her hair mixed with her perfume. "Mmm... You smell good enough to eat." "Glen, please..." He closed his mouth on her collar bone, scraping his teeth across her skin. She released a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. "Glen, please unchain me. I'll do whatever you say." He pulled her hips forward, and placed a kiss in the middle of her chest. "No." He undid the front clasp on her bra, then pushed the straps and shirt off of her shoulders. A large warm hand closed around her breast, as his mouth closed around the other. His tongue slowly circled her nipple before he gently sucked on the tight bud.

His hands went to the outside of her thighs, and slowly pushed her skirt up. He laid his hands on the small of her back, as he slid his nose over her panties, inhaling deeply. He pulled her panties down as far as he could, despite the bindings. He took a small taste of her juices with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered as he plunged his tongue within her tunnel. As he tilted his head to suck on her clit, he slid two fingers inside her. He looked up at her, and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her head was leaning back, and she was panting for air. "Damn, you're so hot," he whispered. "Please unlock the chains. I just want to touch you." "Not yet." He ducked his head between her legs again, spread her folds, and plunged his tongue within her. Angelica released a shuttering breath, then moaned his name. As his tongue wiggled inside her hole, her body began to tingle and convulse as waves of pleasure washed over her. When she thought she could take no more, she begged him to stop.

He stopped, and got up on his knees to look her in the eyes. Angelica leaned forward as far as she could, and kissed him, not caring about the taste on his lips. As the kiss became more heated, she tried to lean even closer to him, but wound up tipping the chair over, and falling on him. As she lay on top of him, she looked him in the eyes, and said, "take these damn things off, and fuck me." He smiled, then laid a hand on her face. "You're even more beautiful when you're pissed." He kissed her as he searched in his pocket for the key to the shackles. He unlocked all of the locks, then tossed the shackles and chair down the steps to the door. He tossed the keys against the cabinets, then ran his hands down her arms to finish taking off her shirt and bra. After tossing them aside, he flipped her onto her back.

Glen sat up, and looked down at her as he slid her panties off. He was amazed at how fast she had gone from being the quiet victim, to the vixen that lay before him. She sat up with him sitting between her legs. She reached for the button on his jeans, and worked it loose. The zipper went down as she slid her hand inside. He pulled his jeans down so she could get a better grip on him. "Glen... Now, please." He didn't have to be asked twice. He leaned down, and she laid back. He positioned himself for entry, then slowly pushed against her tightness. He leaned over her on his elbows, as he let her muscles adjust to his size. He slowly pulled back, then quickly plunged back into her. He continued to do this, increasing his speed with each thrust of his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. It wasn't long before she was panting and moaning again, then she cried out his name. His chest rumbled with a trapped growl. He claimed her lips one last time, as he came inside her.

He leaned back, and looked at her. "Are you alright, Angelica?" "Never better, Glen," she moaned with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry, but I had to..." "Shh... There's no need to apologize." She opened her eyes, then leaned up and kissed him. "I'm glad you finally got my attention."