Wait For You

Underestimated

As Scarlett slowly opened her eyes, she couldn't make out where she was. Her vision was blurred for a moment before everything became clear. She looked around and had no idea where she was. All she could see was a forest of trees outside the window and Chris Jericho standing right in front of her, with a wide smirk on his face.

Then it hit her.

She had been knocked out for hours. The last thing she remembered was Dean sticking a needle in her arm.

Scarlett panicked and tried to run, but something was holding her back. Her eyes bugged as she realized she was handcuffed and tied to a chair. She stared back at Jericho with a horrified expression. Chris could kill her right on the spot if he wanted to. There was nothing she could do. No place to run, nowhere to hide.

"Oh Scarlett, sweet, sweet Scarlett," Chris laughed sadistically. "It looks like you've got yourself in quite the predicament," he taunted.

"Shut the fuck up Jericho," Scarlett spat back, infuriated as she struggled to break the handcuffs. "You're a sick son of a bitch," she grumbled.

"Listen, you little girl," Chris grabbed Scarlett's neck, "You better watch your mouth, unless you want something bad to happen."

Scarlett scoffed. "How much worse could you do than kidnapping me and almost ruining my life?"

"You really want to challenge me?" Chris raised an eyebrow and smirked as Dean and Roman appeared behind him.

"Ha, nice. You bring your little bitches back to do your dirty work. You're going to have to better than that Chris, because I'm certainly not afraid of them," Scarlett declared defiantly.

Chris' smirk grew bigger as he nodded at Dean. "Challenge accepted," he confirmed.

"I'll show you what a real man can do Scarlett," Dean proclaimed as he straddled her lap.

"Get off of me Ambrose," Scarlett rolled her eyes. Her hands were still bound behind her back, so begging was the only thing she could do in this situation.

"And why would I do that darling?" Dean whispered in her ear. "I just want to prove myself to you. I'm so much better than the Randy's and the Seth's in your life Scarlett," he caressed her cheeks gently.

Scarlett turned her head away from him, refusing to look him in the eyes. This was the most uncomfortable position she'd ever been in.

"Don't turn away from me baby," Dean tilted her chin towards him, "I promise I'll be gentle."

Scarlett closed her eyes, not wanting to see him. She bit her lip, trying her best to keep her composure, when really she wanted to choke Dean with her handcuffs. But Scarlett was helpless. She had no idea where she was, and would have to get through three big guys to even have a chance to escape. She had a nearly impossible task ahead of her. All she could do was to pray that someone would find her.

"Open your pretty little blue eyes for me Scarlett," Dean stroked her jawline. "Please?" he asked, calmly.

Why was Dean being so gentle and almost, polite?

Scarlett hesitantly opened her eyes to see Dean sitting on top of her, mere inches away from her. He seemed different. Nonthreatening for once.

"That's better," he smiled slightly. "See? Nothing to be afraid of sweet pea."

"Then why do I still need to be handcuffed?" Scarlett raised her eyebrows.

"Because it adds to the thrill," Dean smirked before cupping Scarlett's face and pecking her lips gently. He pulled away, trying to read Scarlett's blank expression, before he pushed his lips against hers again, kissing her hard. Scarlett fought back the urge to kiss back, but gave in as she slipped her tongue in Dean's mouth. He was a damn good kisser, she had to admit. Dean bit her bottom lip, causing her to moan slightly, before pulling away, leaving Scarlett in shock.

Did she really just---?

Dean sat on her with a satisfied grin and laughed at Scarlett's look of confusion. "That was way too easy," he chuckled.

"Huh?" Scarlett questioned.

Dean didn't bother to answer her as he got up from her lap. "What will poor Seth think when he finds out you kissed his ex best friend?"

"You bastard, you used me," Scarlett narrowed her eyes. "Leave Seth out of this, he has nothing to do with this," she threatened.

"And why should I do that? After all, you willingly kissed me back, and I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it too," he smiled in her face.

"I swear to God if I wasn't handcuffed right now I'd kick you in your freaking balls Ambrose," Scarlett growled.

"I bet you would, but you know what? We're the ones in control right now, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it," Dean taunted.

"He's right you know," a voice said from the corner of the room.

Dean stepped aside to reveal the mystery person.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Scarlett was in pure shock.

The woman just laughed. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Not really," Scarlett truly had no clue what was going on.

"You took the love of my life away from me, you little skank" she barked.

"You were the one who dumped Phil!" Scarlett retorted.

"If you weren't for you and your home wrecking self I wouldn't have!"

"But what did Randy have to do with this?" Scarlett needed to know.

"Oh it's quite simple really, everyone knew you weren't over Randy, no matter how many times you denied it. It's called an eye for an eye darling."

Scarlett grumbled. "You fucking slept with him Barb!"

"I know," Barb chuckled, "and it was the best fucking sex I've ever had," she smirked.

"You. Fucking. Bitch." Scarlett struggled in her handcuffs as she attempted to break free, wanting to punch Barb in her face. So this was what betrayal felt like. Her best friend had turned on her, all because of a stupid guy.

That was the lowest of lows.

"You were the last person I would ever expect to do something like this," Scarlett admitted.

"Yeah, well, people have always underestimated me," Barb responded.

"How long have you been planning this?"

"Long enough," Barb chuckled with amusement.

She was the mastermind behind this, not Jericho.

Scarlett's jaw dropped at her realization.

"Aren't you impressed?" Barb giggled as she held Chris' hand.

"No, I think you're a bitter little bitch who's jealous of my love life because you know I can land a man and you can't without stripping down like a slut. You know, maybe Mike was right," Scarlett paused, "you are nothing more than a whore."

Barb balled her fist in fury. "You know, I've had enough of your mouth," she snapped. "I think it's time we shut you up," Barb peered over at Dean, nodding.

Dean pulled out a roll of duct tape and a white sock.

Oh, hell no.

"Don't even think about it Ambrose," Scarlett turned her head away.

"Just following orders baby," Dean chuckled as he clasped his hand over Scarlett's mouth. "I promise this won't hurt," he stuffed the sock in her mouth and placed a piece of tape over her lips to gag her.

Scarlett whimpered in frustration. Things couldn't get any worse.

"Scream for me Scarlett," Barb giggled.

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