{Chapter 3}
As promised there was no drama at the wedding. Kane didn’t so much as look at Angela through the ceremony. He had made a promise to Rampage and he kept his promises to his friends. This day was about Victoria and Jason and Kane would not ruin their day.
Angela had to avoid glancing over at Kane for fear of bursting into tears. She knew that once the reception was over she would have to head back to Randy’s suite and then her nightmare would really begin. With a sad sigh she watched as her friends exchanged vows, tears brimming in her eyes.
Randy had taken this from her. She would never have this memory of exchanging heartfelt words with the man she loved. She would never stand before her friends and family and vow to love him for the rest of her life. It took all of Angela’s willpower to not run out on the wedding.
A few tears spilled down her cheeks as she watched Victoria and Jason seal their vows with a kiss. She felt someone touch her shoulder and turned her attention to see who it was. Trish handed her some tissues with a small smile. Angela accepted them mouthing a thank you to her.
She wondered how her friends would react to the news. It killed her to think that she may lose many, if not all, of her friends because of this. Silently she cursed Randy for doing this to her.
After the ceremony Angela made her way over to the newlyweds. “You look beautiful,” she said softly, forcing a smile as she kissed Victoria on the cheek. “I think I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”
“You can’t leave yet,” Victoria said frowning. “We still have pictures. Please at least stay for the pictures.”
Angela sighed casting a glance over at Kane. “All right,” she said. “But after that I’m going.”
Posing for pictures was nothing short of torture for Angela. All she wanted to do was cry her eyes out, but instead she had to force smiles. All of this for the sake of a woman she hoped would remain her friend through everything.
“All right,” the photographer said eyeing the group. “Let’s get the best man and maid of honor for a couple of pictures.”
Angela felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach. She spared a glance at Kane and had to look away. The intensity of the look in his eyes frightened her.
“Come on,” the photographer said. “Don’t be shy.” Reluctantly the two came together for the pictures. “A little closer. That’s great. Now smile.” She snapped a few photos. “Sir, could you put your arm around her please.”
“You got your damn pictures,” Kane replied. “I’m done.” With that he stalked off.
“Me too,” Angela said. “Vic, I’m going back to the hotel.” Victoria nodded that she could go before turning back to her well wishers.
~*~*~*~
When Angela arrived back at the hotel she found her things had been removed from Victoria’s suite. A note sat on the coffee table. With a sigh she picked it up and read it.
Angie,
I took the liberty of having your things moved to my suite. Can’t wait for you to get back.
Love,
Randy
Angela crumpled the note and threw it across the room, frustrated tears streaming down her face. She had hoped to be able to pack up and leave before Randy could know she was gone. Apparently he was one step ahead of her. Sadly she headed to Randy’s suite.
~*~*~*~
“There you are, my love,” Randy said opening the door to the suite.
“Shut the fuck up,” Angela grumbled pushing past him into the room.
“Is that any way to speak to your husband,” he asked.
Angela spun on her heel to glare at him. “Let’s get one thing straight, Randy, I despise you. You forced this marriage on me. You made me hurt the man I love. You’ve probably cost me the best friendships I could have ever asked for. I will spend the rest of my life wishing…no praying that you die a very painful death.”
“There’s that fire I fell in love with,” Randy chuckled. “You are so sexy when you’re angry.”
He reached out and pulled her to him, but she fought him off, slapping him hard across the face. Randy held his cheek, the amusement in his eyes replaced by anger. With a growl he backhanded her across the face, sending her spilling backward onto the floor. Angela held her aching jaw, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Why do you have to make me do that, Angie,” he demanded. “Why? I don’t want to hit, baby. I don’t. You just…you make me so mad.” He held out his hand to her, but she refused to accept it, scrambling to her feet on her own. “You see? Do you have to be so stubborn?”
“Please, Randy,” she whimpered, not wanting him to hit her anymore. “I just want to go to bed.”
Randy smirked, his eyes glinting. “Oh we will, baby,” he said pulling her to him. “We will.” With that he crushed her lips with his. She fought him, but soon found it futile. He was too strong and he held her in his iron grip.
His hands slid behind her unzipping the gown she wore and allowing it to fall to the floor. He broke the kiss and looked down at her clad in only matching black lace bra and panties. His tongue snaked out, wetting his lips as he took her in.
“You are even more beautiful than I remember,” he said, taking her hand and leading her over to the bed. “Strip.” When she didn’t move he grew impatient. “STRIP.”
Reluctantly Angela obeyed him; unclasping her bra and letting it slide to the floor. She then slid her panties down her legs stepping out of them. His eyes raked over naked body, smiling approvingly.
“Get on the bed,” he demanded, stripping himself. “On all fours.” Angela choked back a sob as she assumed the position and waited. Randy climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her. She jumped when she felt his hand caressing her bottom. “Relax, baby,” he cooed. “I’ll make everything all right. You just wait and see.”
~*~*~*~
“You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” Undertaker said watching Kane pacing the length of his room. When he didn’t stop Undertaker sighed loudly. He had been like this for the better part of an hour, having come to Undertaker’s room from the wedding.
“Kane,” he finally said. “I get that you’re pissed and all, but could you give me an estimate on when you think you’ll be wantin’ that talk? Because there’s a movie comin’ on in a couple of minutes and I’d like to know if I should even bother gettin’ interested in it.”
Kane finally stopped pacing and dropped into a chair opposite his long time friend. “She married Orton,” he finally said. Undertaker arched a brow at him. “Angela. She married Orton last night. Said she could never love a monster like me.”
“Well that just sucks,” Undertaker said. “You didn’t see this comin’?” Kane shook his head. Undertaker frowned. “Why don’t you let me have a little talk with Angela?”
“I doubt it’d do much good, ‘Taker,” Kane replied shaking his head.
“You just let me worry about that,” Undertaker replied. He would indeed have a talk with Angela. He suspected that the Orton kid had everything to do with her sudden change of heart and Angela was just a victim in all of this.
~*~*~*~
Angela lay curled up on her side, practically in the fetal position. Her body and heart ached. Randy had treated her as his personal sex slave for the better part of two hours. It was not the type of night she wanted to spend with him often. Sheer exhaustion was what finally ended her torture.
Beside her Randy let out a little snore and shifted positions. Gingerly she slipped from the bed, heading into the bathroom. Her hands shook as she ran the water for a hot bath. She hoped the heat of the water would ease her aches.
Angela looked at her wrists, bruises already marring her skin. Randy had held her arms over her head as he had his way with her. She looked into the mirror and saw a slight bruising along her jaw where she had been backhanded. A soft sob escaped her lips as she realized that this would be her future with Randy.
She carefully slid into the hot water, dipping her head under to wet her hair before allowing the water to relax her tense muscles. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks now. She was unable to stop them. She was in a prison and her husband was her jailer.
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