The Acolytes and The Broods had a rough time trying to tie you down on the cross, from the kicking and hitting, and even bitting, the men had trouble getting you on, no wonder Undertaker put five men to do it, he knew you were hard to deal with. Bradshaw took lead over the group when they planned to get you on the cross, you were a fighter, of course you were, McMahon wasn't your last name for nothing. After about an hour and a half of struggling, and chasing after you when you got free, you were finally tied down to the cross, Bradshaw admired you as he stepped back, breathing heavily and sweat dripping from his black hair, Bradshaw had made a deal with the devil, they share the sacrifice, The Broods had snatched you when you were by yourself late at night, holding you hostage for the McMahons to see what they can do if they didn't listen to them, now their youngest was far from home and had no free will.

Bradshaw went to The Undertaker first after only having you three days, the images in his head that popped up whenever he saw you was to much for the big man so he tried to make a deal with The Deadman himself, knowing that since you arrived in the WWF, not even to wrestle but just to check the place out and see how big it got for your family's business, you were Undertaker's, the moment he layed eyes on you he had put his ownership on you, and never could you get rid of him. Bradshaw came back with a different deal for Undertaker and after some thought they shook on it, now Bradshaw could have you any time he wants and he won't get in trouble for it. Which... you were slowly coming to terms with it, not resisting to much when it happens. Melting into it. And sometimes wishing that when it was over that it would last a bit longer.

The Acolytes and Viscera carried the cross out, your body tied tightly to it, Undertaker and Bearer stood in the ring already, The Broods close behind to help get the cross in and set it up in the ring, Undertaker and Bradshaw on either side of it, Undertaker's hand finding it's way onto your stomach over your shirt, even rubbing his thumb on a small piece of skin that showed, his hand placement almost like a reflex, almost like he's done it regularly, which he has but the public doesn't know about it, Bradshaw's hand lays on your thigh, but he was faced away towards the ramp as The Corporation came out, standing at the stage, keeping distance as The Broods along with Mideon and Viscera stood in front, the men on gaurd. It felt like you were put on show, for Undertaker's twisted pleasure, you didn't like how many eyes were on you in a state like this, it was embarrassing, humiliating, you didn't like it, you closed your eyes and try to drown out the noises of the huge crowd and Undertaker talking back and forth with Vince. Trying to imagine being anywhere but vulnerable and tied to a cross in front of thousands.

But Undertaker's hand tightening on your stomach, Bradshaw's hand running up and down your thigh, all of the touches kept you there, kept you in reality, on what was really happening to you.