Hell In a Cell - Heather Sunderland vs Saten

In the air in the process of the DDT, Heather felt a rush as she was ready to bring her brutal opponent directly down upon it. However what happened next was definitely quite the opposite of that. Heather's eyes widened and her body tensed a bit as Saten grabbed and squeezed at her rear, also finding herself suspended in the air in the process of her move. "H-hey! What are you doing!?" Heather yells out at the girl who had her in quite the position.

Then not seconds after, Heather found herself being sent straight towards the turnbuckle in the corner. As her back collides with the corner, she feels a sharp pain run through it. Letting out a loud yell from the collision, Heather slumps in the corner, rubbing her back with her right hand and her left draped over the top rope.

Saten had to admit, she managed to pull that off nicely but that didn't mean she was safe. She was still quite hurt, all that running and brought back the pain in her stomach but she had a new option to play with, seeing as Heather wasn't ready to attack, she tried to grab one of the arms so she could try and tie it with the ropes and if succesfully, immidiatly try to trap the other the same way aswell, Saten wasn't about to let Heather get another spree of succesfull hits and injure her further, but the girl was going to find out what kind of error she made hurting her.

Taking a breather as she was slumped in the corner, the impact from being rammed just a bit earlier wasn't allowing her to continue her offense. In fact it left her completely open as she found both her arms being wrapped and tied in the ropes. As she realized where she was, she gasped a bit and stared at Saten with a deep glare.

"Damnit...you bitch...I almost had you.." She let out, realizing how bad of a situation she was in now. If only she was able to keep up that succession of attacks that she was putting on Saten. However now, in the position that she was, she was basically at the mercy of the brutal girl, which definitely was not a good place to be.

" Yep, you did. " Saten said almost casually, stepping back to observe her work and tapped her finger against her chin quite mockingly. " I could punch your face.. But you would lose that cuteness.. Punch your breasts but your clothes are in the way.. Return the favor on your stomach.. Hmm.. Oh I know! "

Saten started to grin darkly, stepping in close against Heather and leant in to whisper against her, that chilly sound once more within her voice. " I'll let you choose.. How do you want to be punished.. "

Heather's glare deepened on Saten as she replied to her. As she went through the options she seemed to have, the frustration in Heather rose up. It was as if she was just a doll in the palm of Saten's hands now, helpless to whatever she wanted to do. The thought of that drove Heather mad as she struggled to free her arms from the ropes, seemingly to no avail.

"Y-you're...fucking sick..." Heather says back to her, the sweat dripping down her forehead as Saten chillingly whispered to her. Heather couldn't help but feel a bit scared of the girl. Her sadistic attitude creeping her out as she feared for what Saten was going to do with her in the end. "Wh..when I get lose...I swear..."

That reply alone introduced Heather's stomach with Saten's fist, punching her hard and swift to make sure Heather would regret talking to her like that, again she whispered soon afterwards, as if she was actually showing mercy but Saten always loved playing with her opponents, mentally off course. " I gave you a choice and you want to be so rude? And what are you going to do if you get loose? Kiss my feet? You should realize by now.. "

Saten suddenly pressed against Heather, pushing her against the turnbuckle while hissing out. " I own you, I can do whatever I like with you. I could get the nearest steel chair and bash your skull in, I could grab a wooden katana to fuck you with.. "

"Guaagh!" Heather lets out as she is hit hard with Saten's swift punch to her gut. She slumps over a bit, her arms still trapped by the ropes as she lets out a cough, the punch having forced the air out of her. It was then that Saten started to whisper to her again, adding to the despair that she was feeling from her situation. Heather shook her head, unable to respond at first to Saten's words. Her frustration and helplessness were getting to her more and more as she took a few deep breaths.

Then Saten suddenly pressed up against her as Heather tilted her head away. She was trapped by the ropes and now by Saten herself as the girl continued to speak. "N-no way..." Heather lets out in response to her words. "Y-you just wait...I'll..show you..I'm not done..yet.."

Saten turned to leave Heather there for a few moments, grabbing the steel chair that was still left from Heather's failed planned assault and the cane she was struck with, though bending over did hurt Saten because of the pain in her stomach. She slowly raised back up and walked back towards Heather, again the choice of the girl's own destruction brought amusement to Saten.

" So, I will ask again.. Do you want to be beaten senseless.. " She held up the chair infront of Heather's face. " Or fucked senseless? " She then placed the tip of the cane against Heather's lips.

Heather slumped over again the second Saten turned and left her there for a few moments. The fact that her arms were tied was the only thing that was preventing her from falling to a sitting position, something that her body was begging for. However as Saten picked up the two weapons, she realized the girl was completely serious about the things she was saying, as if she really needed any confirmation though.

"What the hell kind of choice is that!?" Heather thinks to herself as she stares up at Saten who asked her either or. Heather obviously didn't want to suffer either one of those fates, but it seemed like Saten was forcing her to choose. Inside, Heather was ready to break down and beg the girl not to, the entire helplessness and desperation of the situation catching up with her. However it was something she definitely couldn't do. Her will to win was too great, and she wanted to get back at the girl for forcing her into this situation. "H-how about....I throw you...off the top of this cell..hows..that sound?" Heather says back to her. It might not have been the smartest reply, but it was the only one she could amount, trying to hide the utter fear she was feeling from either of the options.

Saten was waiting quite patiently for Heather to choose but it seemed the girl still had some fight left in her. Either way it didn't bother Saten, she just enjoyed toying with her opponents mind that she would just have to make Heather see that she should have just picked one herself, dropping the cane and grabbing the chair, holding it up high and smirked at Heather. " Suit yourself. " Though Saten didn't strike just yet, she wanted to fear to sink into Heather, to see a facial expression of horror and aknowledgement of what was about to happen to her.