Love A Bad Boy (WWE The Shield love story)

|13| Kidnapping And Confessions

***Monday Night Raw***

Chicago, Illinois

9 : 30 P M

April 21, 2014

(Small Recap)

Au'Bree and Layla won their match against Summer Rae and Eva Marie in last than four minutes. They got up to celebrate until the lights caught off. They felt their grip on each other gets loosen and they get pulled away.

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Au'Bree P O V

What's going on? I'm so scared right now. What the fuck? Where are my brothers at? Where is fucking Joe at? Where is Layla? Where did they take her?

Suddenly, I felt my eyes getting heavy and they slowly close without my control.

Layla P O V

I start screaming until I heard a cold hand on my face and I couldn't breathe. This wasn't part of the script. This is not supposed to be happening. Where is my freaking brother, Paul or even his dumb bimbo wife, Stephanie at?

I felt a hand lower down to my butt.

"RAPPPPEEEE!!" I start screaming until I hit something hard and I was unconscious.

Au'Bree P O V

My eyes finally open and I see three people I don't want to see a day in my life.

"She has awaken." Luke Harper says.

I attempt to move but notice my arms were tied up behind the chair. My legs were tied to the legs of the chair. And I tape around my mouth.

I can feel eyes on me. The room only had a light shining down on me.

Bray Wyatt walks up to me and caress my cheek.

I feel so fucking violated. And bruh why is he so freaking ugly and creepy looking. There has to be an answer. (No offence to any Wyatt Family fans)

"Hello, beautiful." He stares right in my eyes like he was trying to steal my soul.

I look away, quickly. He touch my inner thigh and start moving up. This can't be happening. At least let it be someone attractive like Randy Orton or Colby but Bray. Why?!?! (Once Again No offense to any Wyatt Family fan)

Before I knew it a tear slipped out my eye. I see Erick Rowan appear from the darkness, wipes my now falling tears from my eyes, pulls my hair back, and starts kissing my neck. I start shifting around, uncomfortable.

Luke Harper makes his way over there and rips the tape off which took strings of my hair with it. I don't care. I took no chances and start screaming. I'm soon interrupted with a pair of crust ass lips on mines.

Lord please help me.

Layla P O V

I open my heavy eye lids slowly. My visions blurry but I'm sure I see three figures standing in front of me. I blink my eyes a few times and notice my assumption was correct. Seeing Randy Orton, Batista, and Cesaro startled me.

I look down I wasn't tied up or bound to a chair. I sigh and relief then look up noticing they were watching my every move.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I ask, with an attitude.