*RING* *RING*

You awaken to the sound of a phone going off on the cabinet next to you. Once you gain your bearings you remember your situation. That's your phone going off, but you can't reach it... you're tied to the bed.

Candice LeRae, the one who tied you up and has been using you as her own personal sex toy for the past few days, comes in and looks at it.

"It's Dakota. Seems like they're looking for you..." she thinks aloud, but then notices you looking curiously at her. She feels the need to reassure you of your hopelessness, "Don't worry, they'll never find you here. It's only us two who know about this place... not even Johnny knows."

"It's been three fucking days now," Dakota says, dropping her phone when you fail to answer. She and the girls have been worried about you. You've never gone missing before, so this is definitely troublesome.

"He's not like this, something's wrong," Tegan adds, reinforcing the idea that something is up.

"We need to go find him. When was the last time anyone saw him?" Liv asks, trying to be the voice of reason in the situation.

Dakota is the one who chimes in, "He was looking for Shayna. He thought she was the one messing with him."

"So we start with her. I've got her number, I'll call her."

Candice walks towards you and starts untying you. Your limbs are so sore and numb from the lack of activity that you can't even resist her when she handcuffs you and leads you out of the room. You need to lean on her to even stand.

"Where are we going," you ask quietly as she leads you through the cabin.

"Outside," she says, opening the door and guiding you through. You're blinded by the sun after being in a poorly lit room for three straight days, but the breeze is nice. After a deep breath of fresh air, you feel much better. Not enough to deck her and run, but enough to support yourself a little more.

"The forest is beautiful, isn't it?" Candice asks, holding your arm tightly. The question seems rather rhetorical, so you decide against answering. All you know is that it would be a lot more beautiful if you weren't getting a headache from the sudden overload of color.

She leads you to a fallen log and the two of you sit quietly for awhile. You think back to your camping trip with Sarah. To think that you were missing the great outdoors before... now you would give anything for Candice to let you go and just run around.

"We haven't spoken much since you got here," she says, resting her head on your shoulder and looking up at you dreamily. It's crazy just how madly in love with you she is, especially seeing as you don't feel the same.

"I wonder why," you reply in a sulky manner. You've tried to be positive about your situation, but it's becoming increasingly hard. The sex is great, but you would prefer it be consensual. What she's been doing is coming in and pleasuring herself with your cock, then after making sure you get off she leaves.

"I didn't want us to be this way, but I don't know how else to keep you here."

"Maybe that's the idea. I don't want to be here, Candice. At least, not like this."

"This isn't the way I want things to be, (Y/N)."

"Then how do you want things to be between us?"

"I dunno how I want things to go for the short time we're here, but I do know that I like you... a lot. Once this chapter of our lives is over then I'll gladly spend the rest of my life with you."

You remain silent, unsure of what to do. Like, you really don't want to date her, but you can't tell her no either. It's pretty clear how obsessed she is with you, and she'll do anything to keep you. Once she realizes she can't have you, there's no telling what she'll do.

Liv hangs up the phone and explains the situation to the other girls. They stand quietly as they absorb the information, leaving an eerie silence floating above the room.

Tegan's the one to speak up, "So who's calling Rhea?"

You awake with Candice sleeping against your arm. Damn, you don't even remember falling asleep. With a start you realize this is your one chance at freedom. You manage to lay her down without waking her, but as soon as you try to stand on your own your legs give out.

You stumble back and collapse against a tree, smacking your head against its trunk. Candice stirs as you gather your wits, and she looks down on you with a puzzled expression.

"Were you trying to escape from me?"

"Just because I stood up and fell doesn't mean I was trying to escape."

"You absolutely were! You thought you could get away while I slept!" she wails, running her hands through through her blonde hair. The gears in her head are turning, and it's making you sweat. What's she going to do to you?

"I just wanted to try and stand up by myself for once," you lie, trying to maintain her temper. She's getting very angry, and you sure as hell don't want to be on the receiving end of her frustration, "I was going to wake you up, but I sorta fell."

"I don't believe you... I think you deserve punishment for trying to leave me," she growls, hovering above you with menacing intent. Without even bothering to pull you to your feet, she grabs the chain of the handcuffs and drags you back into the cabin. Goodness, she's strong.

You assume Candice has something in mind for you back in your own room, but she takes you to hers instead. Your jaw drops to the floor once you get your first peek inside.

"What in the actual fuck...?" you marvel, staring around the room. Plastered to one wall are various pictures of you and the girls. Some of them depict you kissing a girl, and others cause you to relive some very questionable moments where you had sex with some of them.

Piled on a desk in the corner are stacks of papers and notebooks, and you shudder when you imagine what's inside of them. The notebook on top is titled: '(Y/N) and I sexually torture Alexa Bliss for Keeping Him From Me'... they're fantasies of you. Who the hell sits around and writes fantasies about wrestlers? The fuck is wrong with people?

And those papers? They're drawings. The only one you can see is a very detailed portrait of you and Candice titled: MY MASTER. She's down on her knees with her arms bound behind her back, relaxing on her heels as she looks up at you with her tongue stuck out. The version of you is holding onto a leash fastening to her collar, and you're asking her if she's ready for her treat. You realize you're jerking yourself off directly in front of her, and she seems to be nodding vigorously.

Candice has been stalking you and fantasizing about being with you ever since you stepped foot into the arena on your first night in the WWE. It makes you wanna vomit.

Hell, even her comforter has your logo on it. If someone looks up 'obsession' in a dictionary, it's just going to be a picture of Candice standing alone in this room. This is next-level creepiness.

She takes you over to a support beam to the right of her kind-sized bed. Yeah, this room is pretty big. There's a hook above your head, and she slings the chain of the handcuffs over the curve. You're not hanging above the floor, but to free yourself you would have to complete a pretty big jump.

"This is going to be fun," Candice says, licking her lips as she curls her fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants. You gulp.

Candice had hooked you up to the support beam so she could reenact that drawing she created. Well, with some creative licencing anyways. The things she forced you to say, not to mention the collar and leash... like, what the actual fuck is wrong with her?

Now, an hour later, her fit physique is bouncing up and down on your erection. It's much more enjoyable when you're actually able to touch her body as she uses you pleasures herself, even if you're still handcuffed. You win some, you lose some.

As Candice continues to ride you, you feel your load creeping up your cock. Normally you would try to hold it in so to not give her satisfaction, but you don't really care anymore.

Candice's moans are hot as hell as a fresh batch of cum erupts into her tight cunt. This doesn't even faze her, and she laughs near-maniacally as she continues to ride you. After a few more minutes she tightens up and squirts on your cock.

"It still hasn't gotten old," she pants as she lays next to you. You kiss her on the forehead, letting her believe that you actually enjoyed it. The warm smile she gives you makes your heart hurt a little.

As much as you hate it here, there are worse fates. She treats you with nothing but affection and fucks you at least four times a day. She cooks well, too. Maybe it'll get better in the future.

It's getting dark outside, but the girls arrive at the Gargano house. In attendance is Tegan, Dakota, and Liv. They find Johnny packing some stuff into the bed of a truck.

Dakota asks, "Where are you going, Johnny?"

"Candice left me," he replies, closing the tailgate of the truck and shuffling around to the driver's side, "She ran away with your man. I'm going away for awhile."

"He wouldn't run away," Liv says defiantly as Johnny gets in and drives away. The girls stand alone in the driveway, discussing this new information.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Tegan replies ominously. The other two turn to her, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"(Y/N)'s been my best friend since we were kids. He's always kept a lot of secrets, even from me."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that maybe this is one of them. Maybe he wanted to get out of this mess, so he ran off with the first person who was willing: Candice. I mean, we know she's obsessed with him."

Tegan turns and walks away, getting back in the car without another word. Liv balls her fists and stomps her foot angrily, frustrated at the lack of progress.

"Johnny was our last lead!" she yells, kicking up some dirt. "How are we supposed to track him down now?"

Suddenly, Liv's face brightens up. She starts pacing back and forth and muttering to herself. Dakota gets a little concerned and asks her what she's thinking.

"Alexa put a tracker on his phone, just in case she needed to find him or vice versa. What if he never got rid of it? What if Alexa can tell us where he is right now?"

"Does she know (Y/N) is missing?"

"I doubt it, and there's no point in worrying her. I'm going to text her right now."

Liv: hey lexi, can you boot up the tracker on (Y/N)'s phone?

Alexa: why?

Liv: we haven't heard from him in a bit and we wanna make sure he's okay

Alexa: uh sure... gimme a minute

Alexa: okay so he's out in the middle of nowhere

Liv: address?

"Alright, I've got the address. Let's go," Liv says, running back towards the car. They have no idea what they're running towards, or what they're going to find when they get there. Hell, they don't even know if he's still alive... they've gotta hurry.

Candice is busy making food. You're not even handcuffed anymore, but between lots of sex a day and constantly being tied to your bed, you're much too weak to fight her off and run away.

She tastes a little of the soup and her eyes light up. She comments, "It's pretty good. Here, have a taste."

She scoops some more and blows on it until it's cool, then feeds it to you. Wow, that's actually some amazing soup. You smile and thank her, and her smile widens as she turns back to the pot. It's amazing how she thinks you're beginning to enjoy being here. If only she knew how you really feel.

You get up and shakily walk towards her, leaning on her for support when you reach her. She kisses you on the cheek as you sprinkle a bit of salt into the pot.

Someone knocks on the cabin door. Weird. Candice looks angrily at the door and demands that you go to your room. She glares at you when you protest, so you have no choice but to make your way across the room.

You don't go into your room, but instead hide behind the corner as Candice answers the door. Though you can't hear what she's saying, you can clearly see that she's angrily talking to someone. The shadow of whoever it is is cast into the room behind her, and they seem feminine.

Suddenly, they shove Candice back. Tegan and Dakota burst into the room and you come out from your hiding spot. Dakota kisses you passionately as Tegan fends off your captor. The three of you run out of the house, and you get into the car and begin to drive away. You're finally out.