Torrie sniffled as her tears abated. As she and Jeff entered her floor of the hotel, she was so grateful toward him for being so kind. His arm was gently wrapped around her waist as they made a beeline for her room.
Quickly, she swiped her keycard through the door, and the young man followed her inside. His very quick survey of the interior unmistakably gave him a peek as to the blonde's distinctive tastes. But he ignored all of that for the time being as he wanted to focus on being there for her in her time of need.
He led the diva to sit on the edge of the hotel bed, hesitant to sit beside her at first. The truth was, Jeff didn't know how she would react if he did that. He got his answer seconds later.
"You don't have to stand there," Torrie said as she looked up at him. "Please, Jeff... Sit here, next to me." She patted the area on the mattress to her immediate left.
The rainbow-haired wrestler shrugged slightly, then obliged. He was relieved she had stopped crying. He eyed her in silence, knowing full well that she was going to spill her guts at her own pace.
"Well," she began, taking a deep breath, "you and everyone else in the company knows where I was in those three months." She shook her head, still unable to swallow the fact that she'd been at that horrible place.
Jeff nodded slowly, his urge to reach for her hand so great.
"But nobody knows what I went through there," she continued. She clcosed her eyes tightly, desperately trying to control her emotions as she mentally relieved the harrowing experience.
"They put me in isolation that first night... Carried me to this dank, horrible room and shackled me down." She opened her eyes fearfully, casting a glance at the man seated beside her.
Jeff listened to all of this in horror, unable to fathom the reasoning behind such an act. In the few times he'd spoken with the blonde, he could honestly and with one hundred percent certainty say that she was sane. Why on earth would anyone force her into a mental institution at all, let alone tie her down?
"They shoved me into this little room hours later," Torrie continued. "It was barely bigger than a closet. I... had a little bed and a... a..." She looked away, thoroughly ashamed. "... toilet and sink." She could feel tears wanting to come again but held them back. "They tried to give me some pills... Said they would make me 'feel better' and would 'clear my head.'" She shook her head bitterly and spat, "I always pretended to take them but never did. For the last couple of months, at least... but then someone discovered what I was doing."
The young man winced as he guessed they'd forced the drugs into her system at that point. Then, confirming his awful suspicions, Torrie elaborated.
"They came for me with a syringe that night." She shut her eyes tightly, shuddering visibly as she recalled the horror and pain of it. Lord only knew what kind of crap they had jabbed into her vein, but she'd only hoped it was with a sterile needle and wouldn't turn her into a vegetable.
The blonde opened her eyes again, her gaze falling to her left hand, of which Jeff had grabbed hold. Now, his thumb rubbed over the top of her hand, gentle and soothing. She felt so grateful for the contact.
For long moments, neither one of them spoke. Torrie was still battling against tears, and the young man had about a million questions swirling through his head. Finally, he bit the bullet and voiced what he considered perhaps the most important.
"Can I ask you something?"
Torrie fixed her green eyes on his expectantly and waited.
"What exactly happened right before they put you into that place?" he asked.
She flinched, her head bowing, though not out of shame. She remembered that night perfectly, perhaps a little too vividly.
"Three men jumped me in the parking lot of the arena where we had RAW that night," she replied, her voice barely over a whisper. "They grabbed me and... and were going to probably... rape me."
"Oh, my God!"
Torrie nodded.
"One of them grabbed my suitcase and pocketed... a pair of my panties. One grabbed me from behind. H-He wrestled me to the ground and I managed to hit him." Her gaze trailed off to somewhere far and that no one else could see. "I ended up hurting him," she said. "Mr. McMahon said I broke his jaw. His friends ran off when he showed up."
Jeff arched a brow and cocked his head in confusion.
"Vince was there?"
Torrie nodded.
"He showed up with a security guard when I was hitting the guy who grabbed me," she said. "He told me the man was the son of the governor of Connecticut."
"Really?"
The blonde nodded again, finally feeling as though she wouldn't cry.
"Well, you know what?"
She stared directly into Jeff's eyes.
"What?"
"I think you have great reason to bring on a nice lawsuit... because I would bet on it that you were set up."
A frown came to Torrie's pretty face at his words.