Slave To Love

The Undertaker shot an impatient glance at the shorter man, and then he slowly began to take off his coat, grimacing slightly from the pain. After Lita had come stumbling from the ring, her face covered in blood, he'd stormed down the halls backstage, bursting into rooms as he searched for the members of Right to Censor; like the cowards that they were, all four men had been waiting for him in the dark and ambushed him, pummeling him with blows and striking his back and shoulder with a steel chair, forcing him to his knees. The brutal, relentless blows continued to fall upon his body until the Goodfather kicked the Undertaker with a heavy boot to the head, driving him face first on the ground.

Suddenly, as the Undertaker lay at their feet, his features twisted in a snarl, Val Venis cried out in surprise. The Undertaker raised his head in time to watch him crash against the opposite wall, soon followed by the rest of Right to Censor, one by one, landing one on top of the other in a tangled heap of limbs.

Kane threw his head back, casting his long auburn locks from the mask that hid his face. "You and me," he finally answered, "it's family business. No one interferes with my business... brother."

"That's true," the Undertaker said, taking a step forward as well. "But it seemed to me that you weren't interested in discussing it, brother. Want to talk about it now, that it?"

"I'll always be alone," Kane told his brother. "I've been alone since the day you burned my humanity away from me and turned me into a monster... I'm going to follow you wherever you go, brother, and take everything you cherish away from you. Then you'll know what it is to be what I am."

"Called you the Lord of Darkness," Kane said, unmovable. "You've changed, brother... There's something in you that can break now. You're more... human," the giant man sneered, but his voice wavered.

"Maybe," the Undertaker said in an even whisper, his eyes locked with Kane's. "But when I ripped that mask of yours off yer face, I saw something like that too."

Kane's hand gripped the Undertaker's wrist. "The monster you left behind will never be far from you," he warned, yanking his older brother's hand away. "Remember." And with that word, he turned his back to the Undertaker and exited the room.

The Undertaker sighed as the medic tightly wrapped a large elastic bandage around his injured shoulder. Remember. In the Undertaker's mind was the sight of Kane's exposed face, of those eyes filled with hatred and pain and fear. It was my doing, the Undertaker thought now, his fingers curling into a fist. I should never be forgiven for what I've done.

"Hey, Molly, come in," Lita said. "See, I look almost human again," she laughed weakly as the medic who'd been attending to her wiped the blood from her face.

"I'm sure Ivory will think twice before she lays her hands on you again," Molly said, putting a hand upon Lita's arm. "Anyway, she just got lucky. You're one of the toughest girls in the WWF!" she exclaimed.

"Well, it took a couple of seconds to convince Taker to let me do it," Molly said with a lopsided smile. "He was going to rush out there to the ring, but I thought it'd be a bit more fair if I went for an assist."

"I gotta run," Molly Holly said. "Cousin Crash and I got a workout. I'll catch you guys later, okay? Bye!" With that she dashed out of the room, her blond pigtails bouncing after her.

Molly Holly sauntered down the hall, humming to herself. She and her cousin Crash had a match scheduled in a short while against Raven and Taz; ha! We'll take care of those two in a jiffy! she thought.

She looked up, her eyes wide, at the immense man that was observing her through the slits in his mask. He tilted his head to the side, as if trying to decide what to make of her.

"I'm sorry, Kane," she said, recovering from her surprise. "I bet you wouldn't have noticed if I'd bumped into you though, eh?" Molly continued, her laughter like soap bubbles bursting in the air.

The match had begun in Kane's favor, but now things were going downhill. He'd been booked in a handicap match against Test and Albert and the two large men were busy hitting him with all they were worth, grabbing any object within reach.

The referee called for the bell and though Kane was pronounced winner by disqualification, Test and Albert did not cease their all-out assault, striking him again and again with chairs and garbage can lids.

Albert raised the lid once more; he was about to bring it crashing down over Kane's head when he felt someone tugging at it and snatching it away from him.

Albert and Test were closing in on Molly, backing her up in a corner of the ring, an evil grin etched upon their faces as she hammered her fists into their chests without any apparent effect.

The crowd roared in anticipation as the Undertaker came charging down the ramp and jumped into the ring; meanwhile, Kane had gotten to his feet and after exchanging a few blows with Test and Albert, both brothers promptly chokeslammed the male members of T&A. In the midst of wild applause and enthusiastic shouts, Kane and the Undertaker stared at each other. The Undertaker pointed his index finger at his younger brother; "We're even," he said, adding, "but you got Molly to thank for that," before he left the ring.

"Let's get out of here before those two thugs come to," Molly said, taking Kane by the edge of his glove and pulling his arm. "Come on, Kane!" she insisted, smiling at him and sounding as though she expected him to skip up the ramp with her.

Kane, who'd been such a chatterbox lately, was now at a loss for words; Molly did not at all appear to be scared of him, and he had no idea how to react since this had never happened to him before. So he allowed her to drag him up the ramp and listened silently as she said, "I don't understand why no one went to your help, I mean, those two guys ganging up on you like that, it's just not right."

"Of course I know who you are, you're the Undertaker's kid brother," Molly replied, misconstruing his question. "You guys sure have had some fights! I know how it is though, I have brothers and they quarrel all the time. But it's amazing when you wrestle, you know."

"Wait," Molly said, her small fingers circling part of his wrist. "What is it? Come on, you can tell me." She gazed up at him and said, "Oh, right, your mask. We don't have to eat in the cafeteria, we can just go to your dressing room or something, if you don't want to take it off in front of other people."

"Well, everyone is stupid, then," Molly said, her eyebrows burrowed above the bridge of her small nose. "I mean, they don't even give you a chance. But me, I'm going to get you sandwiches, any kind you like, and we'll eat them together," she said, her features brightening.

He lead her to one of the dressing rooms, and as he gripped the doornob and opened the door, she said, "I'll be right back!" and darted around the corner before he could say anything.

Kane swallowed, the rhythm of his heartbeat accelerating. He had already told himself that he would ignore her, or tell her to go away and leave him alone; but the shred of hope, deep down inside, that someday he might have a friend would not relinquish him. He rose from the chair where he'd been sitting and opened the door, revealing the little blond woman who seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that he was a monster -a twisted, wounded freak. There she was, smiling at him... Holding up a tray overflowing with sandwiches, fruit, and bottles of juice.

"I'll just put this over here," Molly said, walking past him and setting the tray upon a small table. "What do you like best, chicken or ham and cheese? I got turkey too, and tuna."

Molly crossed the room to where he stood. "Come on, Kane," she said, reaching up and putting her hand on his shoulder. "Look, I haven't been part of the company for very long, but I know that you haven't had it easy so far. I just don't think you should stay unhappy for the rest of your life. I'd like to be your friend, if you want to be my friend too."

"It doesn't matter what you look like," Molly said, her voice a gentle rebuke. "If I'm your friend it's because I like you just the way you are."

"It's all right, don't be afraid," Molly encouraged. "You know... when you said that everybody was afraid, I didn't realize that you meant you were too."

Kane swallowed hard. Half of him wanted to simply toss her out of the room and end the torture, while the other wanted to beg her to stay with him, and look upon him without horror in her eyes.

"Here, sit down," Molly said, taking him by the hand and guiding him to one of the chairs. "I'll help you take off your mask, okay? Then we'll eat."

Molly was studying his mask, her little fingers wandering over the network of leather straps at the back of his head. "Boy, this is on tight. How do you take this thing off, Kane?" Then she saw that he had begun to shake.

A determined expression etched upon her features, Molly gripped Kane's mask, inserting her fingers underneath the top, and carefully tugged it off his face, making sure not to hurt his ears with the leather straps that held his mask firmly in place. "There..." she said when it finally slipped off his face.

"Hi there, handsome," she said, smiling at the sight of his trimmed auburn goatee. Fine burn scars weaved a web of pale red lines across his skin, which was a slightly dark shade of pink. The scars were coarser near his temples and down one of his cheeks, but there was nothing inhuman about him. "Is this what's supposed to be so terrible?"

Kane opened his eyes and couldn't bring himself to believe that she was still there, that she hadn't run away screaming. He blinked, tilting his head to one side as he always did when he was perplexed. "You are not... scared of me?"

"Hey, what's this now?" Molly said as teardrops slowly rolled down his cheeks. She extended her hand and gently wiped them away, but her touch only generated more.

"C'mere," Molly said, her voice tender and soothing. She gathered his head in her arms, his long auburn curls drapped over her arms, and drew him near. "It's okay. You're not alone anymore," she continued, stroking his head.

Days went by, weeks went by, and the bond between Molly and Kane grew stronger. He became more and more at ease around her without his mask. She constantly surprised him with the sort of thoughtful gestures he had never known, like the time she left a bag of his favorite cookies on his dressing table.

The following night, he and Molly had a mixed tag-team match opposite Ivory and Val Venis. At one point during the match, while he was busy thrusting his elbow into Val's stomach in a corner of the ring, Ivory sneaked up on Molly and in the scuffle that ensued, the small blond woman was thrown head first into the steel steps; she cried out and rolled to her side, lying motionless on the mat.

Kane's head instantly snapped in the direction of Molly's cry. When he saw her sprawled upon the floor, a loud roar was torn from his throat and, rage coursing black through his veins, he picked Val Venis up by the collar and hurled him over the ropes. Ivory had wisely high-tailed it away from the ring, and was helping Val to stagger up the ramp as the fans jeered and booed.

Kane hurried to Molly's side and dropped to his knees beside her, half lifting her off the mat. "Molly... Molly," he repeated, "it's Kane. Can you hear me? Molly, please, open your eyes."

She did not answer, and he experienced something similar to what he had felt when she'd kissed him on the cheek, except that now, it was almost unbearably painful, as if his insides were being twisted and pulled. And yet... he did not want the pain to stop, because somehow, it also felt unimaginably pleasurable.

He took her in his arms and strode up the ramp, unaware of the cheers that rang across the stadium. Once he'd disappeared beyond the curtains, a team of medics was waiting for them, but they stepped back as Kane carefully lay Molly on the stretcher and brushed her hair away from her eyes. She stirred, moaning softly, and Kane said, "Molly, don't move. You've been hurt. The doctors will take care of you now."

Kane's heart still throbbed warmly inside his chest, waves rippling from the tender, pulsing core throughout his entire body. Gripped as he was by this odd, intoxicating sensation, he didn't feel inclined to argue with his brother, so he said, "Very well."

The Undertaker turned the key in the ignition, and the large, black Harley Davidson pick-up truck roared to life. After they'd been driving down the road for a few minutes, the Undertaker said, "She's seen you without yer mask... hasn't she."

"She... did not. She wanted to be my friend," Kane said, tears stinging his eyes as they always did when he recalled the day she removed his mask for him.

"Uh, well, I kinda gave her a hard time, to tell you the truth," the Undertaker replied, surprised by his brother's question. "She square put me in my place, though," he said with a low chuckle.

Kane nodded, and stepped out of the truck. He went to the back and grabbed his bag. He was still dressed in his wrestling costume; he'd wanted to get to the hospital as fast as possible and figured he could always get changed there.

The Undertaker's gaze followed Kane as he headed towards the entrance, and the Dead Man wondered how long it would be before Molly discovered that Kane was in love with her.

"I'm looking for Miss Molly Holly," Kane enquired at the front desk. All activity in the lobby had ceased the moment Kane entered the hospital, his massive frame dwarfing everyone and everything in the vicinity.

"My. Six flights of stairs can't be much of a strain for such a big lad, I'm sure!" the nurse he'd spoken to remarked to another, who was shaking her head in amazement.

Kane's throat was tight as he stood in front of Molly's room, but when he opened the door and saw her sleeping peacefully, another wave of happiness and longing submerged his heart. He decided to get changed and wait until she awoke so he could hear her voice again. He stepped inside the bathroom; since it was equipped with a shower, he quickly stripped and washed before slipping into a pair of black jeans and a black WWF polo shirt. He reached for his mask, hesitated, and then put it on.

When he emerged from the bathroom, Molly was still sleeping. Kane settled in a chair facing the bed and sat looking at her, exhaling deeply, lulled by the softness that seemed to emanate from her and envelop him like cloud. He blinked slowly, surrendering to the bliss of this new emotion, the emotion of love, so perfect and unlike anything he had ever felt in his life, and drifted into a contented slumber.

Thirty minutes later, Kane awoke with a start, his heart pounding inside his enormous chest. He rose from his seat and hurried to Molly's bedside. Unaware of his presence, she smiled in her sleep, and Kane was again in the grasp of a delicious pain that left him breathless. Closer... I... I need to be closer to her.

He kneeled on the floor next to the bed and took her small hand in his. "Molly," he whispered, and at the sound of her name upon his lips, he felt a surge of ecstasy shooting through his limbs. He almost tore his mask from his face and pressed her hand against his cheek, trembling with pleasure as her soft skin touched his. Love you... I love you, Kane thought desperately, closing his eyes.

For a moment, the small blond woman had no idea where she was. Gradually, her vision began to clear; her gaze travelled downwards and although her head was throbbing, the corners of her lips curved in a smile when she saw Kane holding her hand against his face.

Kane drew in his breath and looked up sharply. "Molly. You are awake," he blurted, getting to his feet. "Do you feel... do you want me to ring the nurse? Are you... in pain?" he said, his voice strained as he studied the bruise on her forehead.

Molly laughed softly. "I'm Molly Holly, I'm a tough nut to crack, ya know. I'll be okay. Here," she said, and patted the mattress. "Sit down. Keep me company. It'll make me feel better."

All the strength suddenly drained out of Kane's legs and he obeyed, helpless, powerless, caught in the spell that Molly weaved around him. He was bound and captive, enraptured by the blue of her guileless eyes, and he swallowed, unable to speak.

Then Kane realized that he was fighting with all his might not to draw her into his arms. What would happen if he did? What if... what if she only saw him as a friend, and nothing more? Kane felt as though his heart had turned into molten lead and was sinking, through layer after layer of melting flesh, deep inside the aching, bottomless pit that his chest had become.

But for a kiss -one kiss. Just one kiss... Just one. One kiss would last him forever. One kiss he could not resist taking, and perhaps, if her friendship slipped from his fingers, that one kiss would always stay with him, when once more he was alone...

Before he knew what he was doing, Kane wrapped his arms around her, almost completely engulfing her little frame in his embrace, and touched her lips with his. He barely touched them at first, and then his kiss progressively deepened as he lost himself in the sensation of her soft lips pressed beneath his. He kissed her for what seemed like a long, long time, savoring each precious, fleeting second, his heart breaking already at the thought that when he let her go, he would never again hold her like this.

At last, he pulled away, and a pain unlike any he had ever felt burst inside of him -it was like each one of his ribs was being snapped one after the other and he gasped, blindly grabbing his mask and stumbling out of the room without looking at Molly, whose features were frozen in surprise.

"Undertaker, you'd better come with me quick," Seargent Slaughter told the Dead Man. "Kane's tearing up his dressing room and won't let anyone in."

"About ten minutes," Slaughter said. "I heard something weird coming from his dressing room and then it sounded like he was throwing furniture against the walls."

"Why in the goddamn hell didn't you come to me sooner?" the Undertaker thundered, his pace quickening. "And what do you mean by something weird?"

When they finally reached Kane's dressing room, a group of WWF officials stood nearby; one of them hurried towards Slaughter and said, "He stopped almost right after you left... but he still won't answer."

The Undertaker walked to the door and listened. Not a single noise was coming from Kane's room. The Dead Man raised his hand and knocked. "Kane, it's me. Open up." No response. "If you don't open this door, I'm gonna knock it down," the Undertaker warned. Still nothing but silence. I don't like this, Taker thought. He took a few steps back and with a violent kick to the door, brought it crashing down.

Kane was standing in the middle of the room, his back turned to his older brother. The Undertaker took in the damage Kane had wrought upon his surroundings; every single object, from the chairs to the picture frames to the tables and luggage, had been completely destroyed. Broken bits and pieces were scattered around Kane, who was breathing hoarsely, sweat staining the back of his shirt.

Kane lowered his head and his body swayed back and forth once. Then he looked over his shoulder at the Undertaker. He wasn't wearing his mask, and his face was so pale it was almost white. "It is... all finished," he croaked. His knees buckled and the Undertaker rushed to his brother's aid. He half caught Kane beneath the arms and fell down on one knee as he fought to keep Kane from hitting the floor.

As soon as the Undertaker's knee came in contact with the carpet, he felt something warm soak the heavy material of his black jeans. Then came the smell, that terribly familiar, metallic odor and he looked down, realizing that where Kane had been standing, the carpet was a darker shade than in the rest of the room. Instantly he knew that the liquid saturating the fibers could only be one thing, and that's when he saw that Kane had slashed his wrists down to the bone.

"Oh, Christ Almighty," the Undertaker murmured, trying to gather his striken brother in his arms. "GET ME A GODDAMN EMERGENCY KIT, NOW!" he hollered at Slaughter and the other officials who were huddled by the door.

"Oh, God," Slaughter exclaimed when he too saw the blood that gushed from Kane's wrists in a steady rhythm. "Quick, bandages," he ordered one of the officials, and to another he said, "get an ambulance over here on the double."

Meanwhile, the Undertaker had lowered his brother to the floor. He then yanked his t-shirt off and began ripping it up, wrapping strands around Kane's wrists in a desperate effort to stop the blood flow.

Right on cue, an official ran into the room carrying an emergency kit and several rolls of white gauze. "The ambulance is on its way," he panted.

"About goddamn time," the Undertaker growled, snatching the emergency kit and bandages from the cowering man. A soft complaint rose from Kane's throat and the Undertaker lips tightened. "Help me wrap that gauze over the wounds," he told the man who'd brought the medical supplies.

"He's lucky," the doctor said to the Undertaker. "He's lost an incredible amount of blood, but he should pull through without any permanent damage. He's young and in very good health, which played in his favor."

Shortly after he had departed, the door opened and Molly walked into the room, supported by Lita who held her around the shoulders. "Don't worry, he's gonna be okay," Lita reassured her.

But when Molly saw Kane, so pale and immobile, her chest hitched and her eyes filled with tears. "Kane," she said, her voice breaking as she and Lita joined the Undertaker at Kane's bedside. Lita let her go and Molly came closer to her friend, taking his hand in both of hers. "Your poor wrists," she whispered, and soon she was sobbing, her cheek pressed against the broad expanse of his chest. "I'm so sorry, Kane... I didn't know. I never thought that... that you..."

"He didn't do anything wrong," Molly wept, her tears staining the white sheet that covered Kane. "He just took me by surprise. He kissed me, that's all... He just kissed me."

Molly looked up at the Undertaker, her tear-streaked face slightly puffy and red. "Undertaker..." she said, and then flung herself into his arms, sobbing so much that her entire body shook. "I don't know what I would've done if he'd..."

"Come on now, it's no good makin' yourself sick, little girl... It won't be long 'n he'll be awake," the Undertaker said, stroking her blond head. "Come on, quiet down, it's all right."

"Thank you... for saving his life," Molly told the tall Phenom, first wiping her eyes with the edge of his shirt, and then blowing her nose in it. Suddenly realizing what she'd done, she said, "Oops."

"Let's go make you pretty," Lita said, once more taking Molly by the shoulders. "Then we can go to the store downstairs and get Kane some flowers for when he wakes up, okay?"

He blinked and a human form began to materialize before him. "Mo... Molly," he whispered. He tried to lift his head, tried to lift his arms, but was too weak to move at all.

"No no," Molly said, "be still." She pushed a button on the side of the bed and slightly raised the upper half of his body. "You need to eat, and get well again... my big, big silly."

Molly took a bowl and a spoon that had been resting on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed next to Kane. "Here," she said, dipping the spoon inside the bowl and bringing it to Kane's lips. "Open up."

Kane obeyed, and once again grimaced as he swallowed, but no sooner had he done so that Molly had another spoonful ready for him. Kane groaned.

Molly flashed that lopsided smile he knew so well and shook her head. She set the bowl back on the bedside table and took Kane's large hand in hers. Kane was so weakened by his ordeal that he wasn't able to squeeze her fingers as he yearned to, but she could see it in his eyes. She could see it now...

"Silly," Molly said, and without warning her eyes began to shimmer with tears. "What am I going to do with you?" Letting go of his hand, she leaned forward and buried her face against his chest, her arms enfolding him. "Kane," she cried softly, "I was so scared I'd lost you... Promise me you'll never do anything like that ever again."

A torrent of warmth flooded Kane's body as she kissed him, gently caressing his lips with hers, and then covered his cheeks with more feather soft kisses.

"Kane... You're the most wonderful man I've ever met. The kindest... most decent person I've ever known," she said, her fingers sinking in his hair as she trailed his jaw with kisses.

"Molly," Kane breathed, the sensation of her fingers coursing through his hair giving him shivers, and he moaned, tears seeping from beneath his eyelids. He struggled feverishly to bring his arms around her but had no strength to do so; he whimpered in frustration.

The tall man barely managed to raise his head from the pillow, but it fell back again after a second and Kane shut his eyes, exhausted, sweat rolling down his face.

"Please, Kane... You've got to rest. Please," Molly said, stroking his hair. "I love you, Kane... I want you to get better soon, so we can go home."

Molly reached for the jug of water on the bedside table and poured some into a glass. She then slipped a hand beneath Kane's head and lifted it, bringing the glass to his lips. "Easy, that's it..." she coaxed as he swallowed.

"I'd like that too," Molly said, but as she surveyed the size of the bed and Kane's massive frame almost completely filling it, she said, "except... Hmm. I don't think there's enough room, big guy."

Carefully, she climbed on top of the large man and snuggled against him, her face nestled at the base of his neck, her arms embracing his chest, and one of her legs tucked between his thighs.

A few minutes later, Kane's breathing deepened and he drifted into sleep, sweet dreams filtering into his mind like rays of sunlight breaking through clouds after a storm.

Kane turned to his best man, the Undertaker, who placed the small gold band in the palm of his younger brother's hand and looked at him with affection. Lita, Molly's maid of honor, did the same, winking at the shorter woman.

Kane then faced Molly once more, and taking her small hand in his, slid the ring around her finger. Molly in turn pushed the much larger ring she was holding down Kane's finger, her eyes lowered shyly.

Kane lifted the veil from Molly's face and for a moment lovingly gazed at her. Her blond hair was piled on top of her head, curls cascading from an artfully styled chignon which was adorned with a profusion of delicate, pale pink flowers. A simple pearl choker was tied around her neck, and her strapless wedding dress was of white silk, clusters of pink roses gathered in the small of her back and décolletage. Her cheeks and lips were barely touched by pink, and a hint of silvery glitter here and there made her sparkle like a nymph in the moonlight.

Molly closed her eyes, her limbs trembling with emotion, and her lips parted slightly to receive his gentle kiss. When she'd seen him standing in front of the altar, her heart had jumped inside her chest. He looked so incredibly handsome, like some prince from a far off land. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo with tails, a red velvet vest and white shirt; a red silk cravate was tied around his neck. His cufflinks and tie pin were mounted with shiny, black onyx stones, and a silver pocket watch chain hung from his vest. His long auburn locks fell over his shoulders and partly hid his face, but he wasn't wearing a mask... The only times he wore a mask nowadays was when he was in the ring.

And now he was holding her in his arms, his powerful arms, and Molly clutched his broad shoulders, feeling faint with love and desire for him who'd yearned for her so intensely.

"Congratulations, little brother," the Undertaker said, embracing Kane. The Dead Man was wearing a black suit with a purple shirt opened at the collar and looked as elegant as did his brother, although his style was more casual.

Then, as Lita hugged Kane, the Undertaker took Molly in his arms and said, "Welcome to the family, Molly. I know my brother will make you very happy. He loves you with all his soul."

"Ready?" Molly said, her back turned to the eager group of women who jostled for the best spot, and threw her bouquet over her head. As they dove for the flowers, Molly's bouquet landed squarely in the hands of the one woman who had stood her ground: Lita.

"I'd rather not talk about this now," the Undertaker said, and giving his brother's shoulders a playful shake, he added, "you go on to your Molly, little brother."

"Taker!" Molly exclaimed, bouncing towards the Undertaker like a white rabbit and encircling his neck with her arms. "So, when's the wedding?"

A slow, romantic melody began to pour from the speakers and the Undertaker glanced at Kane, but instead of coming to his brother's rescue, Kane said, "Would the best man care to dance with my lovely wife?"

Molly placed a hand on the Undertaker's shoulder and he clasped the other as they began to dance. "Thank you for everything you've done," Molly said, beaming at the tall man. "We owe you so much, Taker. This has been the happiest day of my life."

"I love him so much, it's like there's stars shining inside me," Molly said, silver lights sparkling along her skin. "Lita loves you like that too."

The Undertaker's smile faded, replaced by something almost like sadness. "Kane has always been a gentle sort," he said. "He'd just been hurt so much that he had to hide it. But you brought it out of him again."

"What happened between the two of you in the past was an accident," Molly said earnestly. "The reason Kane had such a hard time was that he believed the lies he told himself about the way people were supposed to see him. He forgot that he wasn't alone... There was no need for him to be alone."

"Yes," the Undertaker answered, trying to fight the ridiculous feeling that this small woman had him trapped in a corner. No wonder Kane buckled, Taker thought, suddenly wishing a mask covered his own face.

"You must be so glad that you've found someone who cares for you," Molly continued, and it seemed to the Undertaker that each one of her candid remarks was like a matador's lance, hitting him in all the right places and slowly driving him to his knees.

"Now... don't you go and get all carried away, little girl," the Undertaker gently chided, wanting to get back in control of the situation. "Sometimes, it ain't so easy as that."

"Well, I can't think of a better way to show you love someone than by promising you'll love her forever in front of all your family and friends," Molly argued. "Don't you want to do that?"

"Ha ha! See, I'm right," Molly said, amused by his bewildered expression. "I've seen that same exact look on him before... When I told him I wasn't scared of him."

The song was coming to an end and Molly took the Undertaker by the shoulders, compelling him to bend down, and whispered to his ear, "Just 'cause you're big, it doesn't mean you're bad."

The Undertaker flinched inwardly; Molly smiled and kissed him on the cheek again, and she repeated softly, "I know you're not so bad, Undertaker."

The next evening, Kane and Molly arrived at their hotel, an ancient white building of French Colonial design tucked away in the midst of an island paradise. The surroundings were lush with fragrant vegetation illuminated by the pale light of a full moon, and the dewdrops that were sprinkled on a multitude of dark green leaves glimmered in the night. Molly and Kane entered their cozy bedroom suite which overlooked the vastness of the sea and he set their luggage down next to the bed.

"Yes," Kane said, joining her and breathing in the ocean breeze. He looked down at Molly and said, "But nothing in this world is more beautiful than you."

The immense man stroked her face with the tips of his fingers, brushing her blond curls aside, and he coiled his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet.

Molly drew his face closer to hers until at last their lips met, and their heads swayed in unison as the kiss became more passionate. Molly gripped his hair and her head fell back when their lips parted; he turned his attention to the arch of her neck, his breath on her skin making her tremble with delight.

"Kane," she cried softly and enfolded his waist with her legs; as she did so, the short white dress she was wearing climbed up her thighs and behind, displaying her small, white silk panties. "Kane..."

Kane gripped her hips and continued to kiss her neck, first one side and then the other, relishing the sweet aroma of vanilla and peach blossoms that permeated her hair. "I love you..." he breathed between kisses.

Molly wrapped her arms around his head and pressed his face against the yielding flesh of her bosom, her mouth widening slightly at the sensation of his mouth moving over the curve of her breasts where they began to swell.

He removed his white shirt, the material gliding silently over his shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. He stood before Molly, his skin enveloped by a glow that combined the indigo blue of the ocean and the ghostly white of the moon and accentuated the muscles sculpting his upper body.

Kane exhaled, his breath catching in his throat as her small hands wandered up and down his back and her lips roamed along the length of his stomach. A strange hunger was gathering in his crotch and he moaned softly, thrusting once against Molly's body despite himself.

"Oh," she said, looking up at him. Her hands slid down his backside and cupped the hard muscles, effortlessly bringing him closer to her. "I think... you're happy to see me," she told him, her voice sultry and yet demure.

Kane swallowed and with trembling hands, he clutched Molly's shoulders, paralized by the way she stirred him and kindled his growing desire for her, for a caress he had never dared to dream of, an embrace he had never allowed himself to contemplate...

"Let's make ourselves more comfortable," she said softly. She gripped one large foot, then the other, slipping off his black leather shoes and black socks. "There," she said when he was barefoot. "Isn't that better?"

Molly smiled and came closer to him, putting her arms around his shoulders. "I love you, Kane," she said, and she brushed her lips against his. "I love you... and I want you."

Kane sampled her mouth, so pliant beneath his, and reclined against the bed with Molly lying on top of him, her legs saddling his waist, their kiss unbroken.

Molly's fingers tangled in Kane's curly mane and she squirmed in his arms, a wonderful, voluptuous need warming her sex. "Ah!" she gasped, feeling the hardness of his member against her stomach as it strained and jerked beneath his pants.

Her hand snaked down his abdomen and she slowly began stroking his crotch through the material of his pants; a strangled cry was torn from Kane's throat and he flexed his haunches, quivering from head to toe as she caressed him.

He tossed his head from side to side and surrendered to the unimaginable pleasure her touch elicited, grinding his hips and clenching his teeth as she continued to inflict the sweetest of torments upon him.

"Whoa!" Molly said, letting him go; she gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself. "Easy, big guy... Settle back down... it's easier for me that way to..."

Molly climbed off his waist and grasped the edge of his pants, tugging them down his waist and legs. "Scoot up the bed," Molly instructed when she had undressed him, "and rest your head against the pillows, candy cane."

Once more, Kane obeyed. His head cushioned by two large fluffy pillows, he gazed at Molly, who straddled his waist and slowly removed her bra. She then crossed her arms over her breasts and looked down at Kane, strands of blond hair hanging in front of her forehead.

Kane reached out and stroked her arm, her stomach, her thigh, and shifted uncomfortably beneath her. "Please..." he at last pleaded, "do... do what you were doing again..."

Molly smiled and instead of touching him with her hand, moved lower on his body and started rubbing her crotch against his erect cock, the silk of her panties sliding up and down his pulsing shaft.

Kane's arms abruptly circled Molly's torso and he pulled her close to him, his back arching, a long, lustful complaint wrenched from his chest. "Oh, ooooooh... ooh..." he moaned, rolling his hips and bucking against her crotch.

"Kane," Molly breathed, feeling for the first time how impossibly strong his arms were. His cock was enormous between her legs, and though she wondered for an instant how he'd fit inside of her, she didn't care. "Kane... slow down... you're going to..."

"Can't... oh I can't-" Kane blurted, convulsions seizing his body as semen coursed along his shaft and gushed from him in a hot, fast torrent.

Kane closed his eyes, savoring the slowly fading pleasure that radiated throughout his limbs like a sunset. He didn't notice that Molly had gotten up from the bed and disappeared inside the bathroom for a moment; then he felt something warm and moist against his crotch and he opened his eyes to see her gently wiping the semen from his skin.

Molly's smile widened. "That's what we want. My poor baby... My poor Kane," she said, kissing him just above the pubic bone. "I'll always take care of you."

There was something inside Kane's throat that was like a very pleasant tickling sensation, and already a spark of arousal flared in his groin.

"All done," Molly said, setting the cloth aside. "Let's rest for a minute... before getting started on round two." She stretched out next to Kane, snuggling close to him.

Kane turned to his side, facing her, and enfolded her in his arms. "You have always been so good to me," he said softly, kissing her forehead. "So good to me, Molly..." he repeated, almost like a prayer, the sweet pressure of her breasts against his chest making him yearn for the sanctuary of her inner passage.

Kane's arms tightened around her and he tasted her lips, her lovely, strawberry pink lips, his tongue grazing the outer edge of her lower lip. "You are so sweet," he said, his voice laced with adoration. "I want... to love you forever." His kiss grew bolder, his tongue forging a path inside her mouth.

Molly moaned softly, her fingers entwined in his flowing curls. Yet again, she could feel the length of his cock stiffening against her stomach and this time, she wanted to feel him deep inside of her... She yearned to welcome him in her secret harbor and make him whole.

She gripped his shoulders and tried to maneuver him on top of her, but he was much too heavy; however, instinctively Kane followed her lead and moved over her, settling between her thighs and bracing himself upon his forearms as he continued to kiss her.

"Yes..." Molly sighed, her legs wrapped around his glistening backside. His engorged cock throbbed against her sex and she cried softly, wetness seeping along the seam of her cleft. "Kane... Kane..."

Kane groaned, lowering his head and taking her breasts into his mouth, his tongue skimming her tender, supple flesh, but he knew that he could not prolong his feast much longer because the hunger that made his cock twitch was consuming him.

A sharp yank, and he'd ripped her delicate underwear off. His thick member hovered momentarily at her gaping entrance and he panted as he began to ease the plump lips apart with the tip of his cock. He worked his buttocks, slowly filling her inch by excrutiating inch, drops of sweat running down the curve of his back. "Ooh... oh..." he breathed, his voice husky and deep, feeling her delicious inner walls emcompassing his sex as he penetrated her.

Kane pumped his hips, the aching pulse in his crotch intensifying with each laborious thrust. He licked his lips and grunted, burying himself deeper and deeper until he was sheathed to the hilt; he paused and trembled, harsh breaths burning his throat.

He looked at Molly, who was gazing up at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin was shiny with sweat; her breasts were pushed high against his chest pressing down upon her body; everything about her seemed ripe and juicy and ready for the taking...

She caressed his shoulders, and then, her hands stealing down his back, round his waist and up his broad chest, she murmured, "I love you, Kane..."

A surge of pleasure washed over him like a warm tide, the exquisite delight that grasped him flowing both from his heart and his sex, which Molly held in a hidden embrace.

"I love you," she repeated, caressing his face. Her mouth opened wide as he flexed his hips and began taking long, measured strokes, his solid shaft plunging inside of her again and again; she crossed her ankles under his backside and each time he shoved his cock into her, she could feel his buttocks tensing beneath her legs and cried out with unabashed joy.

It was too much for Kane who succumbed to the urgency of his desire. He thrust his unbearably hard cock almost roughly inside her tight, moist passage, his crotch pounding fiercely against hers. Suddenly his whole body started to shake and Molly wailed tremulously, rocked from head to toe by the force of her climax which made even her lips tingle. Kane's buttocks quivered and he drove on a few more times; he gave an exultant shout as his own pleasure uncoiled, a rush of creamy seed spurting from his cock and filling Molly's rich, slippery depths.

He rolled off Molly but dragged her on top of him as he did so. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath, lulled by the blissful contentment that dazed his senses.

"That was incredible..." Molly sighed, slumped over him, luxuriating in the glorious afterglow of their lovemaking. His skin was moist and warm against her cheek, and she kissed his chest. "I can't believe you've never done this before."

Molly pulled herself further up along his body, so that their faces were inches away from each other. "When I helped you take off your mask and saw you for the first time... you thought I was going to run away... didn't you?"

"Yes," Kane finally answered, a pang of anguish stabbing him in the stomach as he remembered how terrified he'd been when she'd asked him to remove it.

Molly didn't answer; she rumaged in her purse and retrieved a flat, round object. "Compact case," she explained, jumping back on the bed next to Kane. "I don't usually wear makeup, but I wanted to be a pretty bride for you," she grinned.

A smile played on Molly's lips. "And you don't need a mask, handsome." She flipped the compact case open, revealing a small, round mirror. "See?"

Kane still averted his eyes, and Molly chided, "Come on, candy cane... You must think you're at least a bit handsome... Otherwise why would you bother keeping that cute goatee of yours all nice and trimmed?"

"I'm not too sorry it took you so long to realize that you're a babe, sweetie pie," Molly said, closing the compact case with a snap. "Otherwise... some lucky girl would have snatched you up a long time ago."