Broken Handcuffs [III]

xxii.

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You'll never be good enough to make it to the big leagues, and you know that don't you?
All you are is a pretty face and a hot body. The only thing you'll be beating is my meat.
If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will make you disappear.

Leah gasped, she felt herself waking up but her body wouldn't move. Her eyes wouldn't open. Her hands couldn't twitch. The darkness was changing, light entering and shifting the atmosphere to the place she'd come to dread: the Performance Center. To be clear, the office in the back of the Performance Center. That was where it all started. She looked around, finally gaining control of her body. The spacious office was empty, but was the only thing in the building that was lit. She couldn't see through the windows and it was almost like it was pitch black outside; she couldn't see anything outside of the office.

"You're here," the voice bellowed and made Leah flinch. She checked to see who it was and found them sitting in the large office chair. "I knew you'd come."

Leah felt shivers at the deja vu.

"Oh come on, now. I know you want to get drafted to the main roster, honey. It's obvious. But you just don't have what it takes right now." They stand, towering over her as a cold hand starts to play with her shirt. She snatches herself away from it. "I suggest you behave." A warning.

Leah felt the bile rising in her throat all over again, the fear and her heart pounding against her chest, her legs aching from her clenching them so tight together. Their hands never stopped either, hot breath lingering near her ear as they whispered to her.

"I have the perfect plan to make you a star. It needs more time to develop and if all things work out, you'll be the only one left."

"W-what do you want from me?"

"Easy. Your cooperation," They grab her private area roughly, "And this pussy. I like them fresh, you know."

"You make me sick."

"And I'll make you rich, too." They make a quick recovery. "Too bad April wasn't as smart as you. Now she'll have to pay for that, and anyone else that stands beside her. You'll be my lovely puppet, and no one will know."

Leah cried.
~~~~~

"Well ladies, first things first, we haven't been able to wake Leah up. She's in a coma as of right now." The doctor confirms, April hugging Nicole tight to keep her calm for now. "Stress has caused swelling in the brain and when she hit the ground, the blunt impact against the hardwood is what knocked her into a coma. We've tried smelling salts and other methods but it seems she's been lacking proper sleep and nutrition as well. Her iron and multiple vitamin levels were low. Do you know how she could've ended up in such a state?"

Nicole nods, "Work has been....taxing on all of us lately."

"Yeah, we could understand the stress but we didn't know that she wasn't eating or getting proper rest. This is new to us." AJ adds on. The doctor taps their clipboard, lips set in a thin line of determination.

"You should've paid closer attention to her. I think the signs were there." She looks at the health sheet. "Well I'll leave you to it, Leah's still unresponsive as I said. I'll return in about an hour to check on her again. Take your time."

Nicole cries seeing Leah in the bed, IV in her arm and the oxygen tank attached to her nose to support her breathing.

"WWE's really sick," April was disgusted, "if only fans knew the real story behind the bright lights. If only they saw how much they really affect us as humans. We look like superheroes out there but everyone has their own kryptonite."