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Amy stirred in her sleep, her dreams alternating between sweet scenes and vicious nightmares.
One minute, she would see the gentle, handsome face of Adam - his green eyes gazing tenderly upon her, his kisses magical and filling her with beautiful sensations the caliber of which perhaps she'd never experienced in her life. And then, Paul Levesque's visage would appear, quickly replacing Adam's face, and she recoiled in horror. With a terrible sense of dread, she wondered what he would do to her - what kind of nightmarish torment he had in store for her. The man was sick, twisted and sadistic, and he thrived on providing her plenty of misery.
"N-no..." She tried to twist out of his grasp as her dream swiftly progressed. Paul was binding her wrists together with a heavy twine of some sort, trying to immobilize her - as though she wasn't already immobilized by her fear...
Oh, God... She had to stop this. Somehow, someway, she had to get out. He was going to hurt her worse than he'd ever done before - she knew it.
The redhead began to whimper as she shifted restlessly in the bed. Her soft utterances quickly became screams as she was unable to move. She seemed to be almost pinned in place.
"Amy! Amy, wake up...Come on, come back to me, baby..." she heard a gentle but concerned masculine voice calling to her. Then, she felt her body being shaken very gently - not in a fashion with which to torture, but to alert or awaken.
Her eyes snapped open - wide. She glanced around furtively as she was suddenly awake, her gaze finding the tall blond man's concerned face.
"Oh, God..."
"Thank God...Amy, are you all right?" Adam asked, reaching out for her tentatively.
"Oh, baby - you had a nightmare...He isn't here, sweetie..."
The redhead sat up, realizing her legs were slightly tangled up in the blanket. No wonder she'd felt so immobilized.
"Oh, God..." she breathed, allowing herself to sink against the Canadian's welcome form.
"It's all right, honey," Adam crooned as he raised a hand to stroke through her long red hair. "You're safe, and I won't let him touch you ever again..."
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Paul Levesque stalked around the hotel with a fury burning deep inside of him.
He was standing at the window in his own room, hatred coursing through him as he stared up toward the next flight.
The burly man knew that the woman that belonged to him was with another - and it made him want to hurt someone, and hurt them badly. This was not right. It wasn't fair! Amy belonged to him, and that was the reason he'd scrawled his initials into the small of her back with that knife. He wanted to teach the little bitch as well as everyone else that you don't mess with him, and you don't mess with his property, either.
Paul snarled as he wondered what exactly his now ex-girlfriend was doing. And that thought made him even angrier, because, somehow, he knew.
"Fuck!" he shouted, although no one else was rooming with him, and therefore, no one else could hear the obscenity. Turning away from the window, he smashed his hand down hard onto the top of the small table nearby. The weak piece of furniture shook, and a small vase filled with fresh flowers overturned, the water within spilling out and onto the floor, seeping into the carpet.
He didn't give a shit about the mess... Instead, he grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and stormed out of the room in a hurry.
He was determined to let out his aggressions before they got the better of him. One way or another, he would do that. Even if some innocent loser out there happened to get in his way, he would let out his pent-up fury...