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Stephanie's whimpers turned to mewling cries as Paul forced her into the hotel room. He closed and locked the door, his eyes hard and cruel as he turned them back toward her.
She shrank back instinctively under such hatred-filled scrutiny. And all she could wonder was what she'd ever done to deserve this? She was a *good* person. She'd never once been abusive or unfair to a living soul, not in her entire twenty-seven years. Hell, she'd never even teased an animal during her childhood. Why did she always have to be the victim?
"So... Stephanie," Levesque said, his tone sickeningly sweet and sarcastic - patronizing.
She took a few more steps backward, the fresh memories of him grabbing her fresh in her mind. Sean... He'd clubbed him in the back of the head, and... Oh, God, was he okay? She didn't know if she could forgive herself if he wasn't.
And then, after Paul had forced her into his car, she'd tried to flee out the still unlocked door, but he'd grabbed hold of her arm, squeezing hard enough to cause her to cry out. The pain didn't matter a damn to her if she could have still somehow managed to escape - but the gun... He'd brandished it out to her so daringly, not at all concerned that they were still in the arena parking lot. But the area had been mostly deserted. There hadn't even been security guards around.
"So now I've got you exactly where I want you..." Paul boomed, a sadistic smirk touching his lips as he neared the shaking brunette. Stephanie felt herself go weak in the knees in her fright and reached behind herself blindly, her eyes widening in fear.
"This is where you *belong..." the man spat, his strange amber eyes growing hard. Quick as lightning, his right hand snaked out and gripped her by the upper arm.
Stephanie cried out in pain, her other arm flailing at her side ineffectively for a beat until she turned her hand toward his face in an attempt to claw at it.
"No!" she shrieked. Her long nails just barely brushed his cheek, and Levesque merely moved his head to the side. Laughter emerged from him, causing the brunette's blue eyes to again widen in fright. What the hell else was he going to do to torment her?
Stephanie knew she didn't want to know the answer to that unasked question in her mind. As she continued struggling, Paul grabbed a handful of her long hair, and she cried out again. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he backed her into the bedroom suite.
The smile vanished from his hard features as he grew furious again.
"You fucking *whore*!" he spat. "So, you've been fucking him, huh?"
Stephanie moaned miserably as he yanked on her hair, as though demanding her answer.
"Leave me alone!"
He chuckled cruelly.
"No, I don't think so, babe."
All traces of amusement left his voice and face. "You are a *slut*, Stephanie!" He slapped her, sending her reeling, and she fell backward on the bed. In an instant, he was there, pinning her beneath his much greater weight. "You let him put his cock inside you, huh? You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
The brunette could do nothing but cringe, turning her head away from his face, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried desperately to struggle. She wanted to shrink into herself as she then heard the sound of a zipper. Her cries increased in volume as he yanked brutally on her skirt, reached for her panties.
"No!!!" she cried. "God, no..."