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Nora winced as she sensed Paul's movements. Her eyes were still covered by the blindfold, but she could hear perfectly well. He'd just exited the car... He was opening the back door behind the driver's side, and... She held still, praying he would think she was still unconscious.
As the burly man ducked inside the door, he scoffed at the sight of his former girlfriend's petite form.
"It's no use playing," he growled. "I know you're awake."
The brunette held her breath, daring not to exhale it for as long as she could manage.
"Cut the bullshit act, Nora," Paul barked. "Listen - here's how we're gonna do this... We're at a motel. I'm gonna untie you and take that gag and blindfold off you - and there will be no funny business outta you." He frowned, his already harsh features growing harder, although she couldn't see him. "You try anything cute, and you'll regret it. You got me?"
Reluctantly, but too terrified not to do so, Nora nodded. Tears were burning under her eyelids, beneath the blindfold, and she prayed she wouldn't choke on her gag. Dear God... What in hell was Paul planning on doing with her? She wished it were twenty-four hours earlier, and that she were still safely at home with Jay. Hell, she wished it were *three* hours earlier, when she'd been at the arena, in the women's locker room with Amy, Torrie, Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler and all the rest of the fellow WWE divas. Maybe, if she wished for it hard enough, it could become reality...
'No...' She thought furiously. No, there was no point in being so childish and making wishes. She could wish till the cows came home. But none of those wishes would change her reality - she wouldn't be reverted back to a few hours earlier, wouldn't be magically zapped back to twenty-four hours ago, safely with her husband. She was in deep shit here, kidnapped by her maniac escape convict ex-boyfriend. The only thing *worth* wishing was that Jay and their friends - and the police - would find her... and rescue her.
The little brunette bit back a scream she never would have been able to release anyway as she suddenly felt Levesque's large hands on her. He grabbed and pawed at her roughly, and she stiffened. Then, she realized he was trying to turn her around so as to get to the ropes he'd bound around her wrists.
She tried to hold back a choked sob as she felt his hand suddenly on her ass, fondling and squeezing her right butt cheek.
'No!' her mind screamed. She didn't know what she might do if he tried to rape her - just as he had three years earlier when they'd still been a couple. She prided herself on being a strong woman, but Nora thought she might want to die if he did it again.
Levesque didn't utter a syllable as he undid the rope around the brunette's ankles. He worked methodically, carefully as he discreetly noticed their surroundings. No one was around, watching him. And then, he turned the woman over, his hands going behind her head to untie the blindfold.
Terrified blue eyes stared up at him, slightly widened in fear. He merely smiled smugly, unconcerned about her feelings.
"I'd forgotten how pretty you were," Levesque said in a soft voice. Due to his imprisonment, it had been far too long since he'd been *around* a woman, much less *with* one. Some pleasant ideas flitted through his mind as he continued to stare down into her face. He ignored the naked fear in her eyes as he undid the scarf around her mouth, then pulled the gag out.
Nora let out a whoosh of breath, her face full of despair as she stared up at him. Not for the first time, she wondered what his intentions were.
"Okay now," the burly man said, his voice going back to its previous roughness. "You're going to cooperate with me, or you'll regret it."
"Wh-what do you want with me?"
Again, he smiled, but there was no warmth in it at all. Instead, his lips and eyes reflected cruelty and malice - and the brunette found herself shaking.
'Jay,' she thought furiously. 'Jay, Jay, where are you? *Help* me!!'