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Amy, Stephanie and Torrie all entered the ladies room on the floor in which Nora was esconced. The three women talked in hushed tones until they were inside.
Stephanie went to use a stall at the end of the row of toilets while Amy entered the middle one. Torrie, however, didn't have to go to the bathroom and instead went to the large mirror over the sinks and checked her reflection.
"I just can't believe it," Stephanie said. "We've actually got Nora back, safe and sound!"
"I know, it's like a miracle," the redhead said before flushing. "Although she's not totally safe and sound with a broken nose." She exited her stall, and Stephanie did so as well from hers, and they made their way to the sinks to wash up.
"Let's grab the guys and get something to eat," Torrie suggested. "I don't know about the two of you, but I'm really hungry."
Amy finished drying off her hands and tossed her paper towel in the trash can near the dispenser. Stephanie was just drying hers and chuckled.
"You're always hungry, Tor... Remember that time when we-"
Her words were cut off as the bathroom door suddenly burst open, and someone else charged inside.
Torrie was the first to scream, and it was harsh and shrill as it echoed hollowly off the walls. Amy and Stephanie were too shocked to scream, and all three women stared with widened eyes, naked fear within, at the intruder.
Paul Levesque eyed them maniacally, a lopsided, perverse grin on his face. He was holding a gun in his right hand and made no effort to conceal it. On the contrary, he brandished the weapon with sick glee, the fluorescent light from above glinting off the steel.
"So, we meet again, ladies," he growled. The menacing tone was in spite of the grin he still wore on his face. He was enjoying this, seeing the looks of stark terror on each of their faces. And how perfect was this? He had a blonde, a brunette and a redhead all at his disposal. Levesque was practically salivating at the mere prospect of what he should do with each of the three women.
Torrie was by now whimpering, as she appeared to be the most frightened. She glanced quickly at her two friends, hoping one or the both of them were concocting some kind of plan that would get them out of this mess.
"Shut up, you!" Paul barked. The grin momentarily left his countenance as he glared at the platinum blonde with whom he'd once had a brief affair. He was thinking he might just do away with her since he'd already savored her enough times in the past. Stephanie McMahon and Amy Dumas, on the other hand... Those two were still as yet untouched by him, fruit to be savored, so to speak. Oh, the fun he would have!
"Paul..." His attention was brought back to the brunette, who was the one speaking. "... Listen to me, okay? Now, I don't know how you managed to get that gun and find us, but... you have to kill whatever plan you have for us."
Amy swallowed hard and shut her eyes tightly upon the word "kill." Dear God, the maniac wasn't planning on murdering them, was he? She could not believe this was happening to them! They were in a damn hospital, and the police were there! How in hell had Levesque managed to get away from them, armed, at that? How had he found them?
"Please, Paul," Stephanie continued, her expression soft while she kept her hands up as he continued to train the pistol on them. "Think really hard about this... killing us will only get you in deeper."
Torrie sobbed openly at her friend's second usage of that very final word meaning end of life. How could the brunette remain so calm and level-headed? She, on the other hand, felt as though she were on the verge of hysterics. She wished Shane were here to protect her and her two friends... Or, better yet, she wished she, Stephanie and Amy were just about anywhere but in this ladies room.
The burly man let out a small fit of gruff laughter.
"Steph, Steph, Steph... What do you take me for? I'm not gonna kill the three of you."
The brunette and redhead quickly exchanged glances. Stephanie could feel herself shaking ever so slightly as she spoke again.
"You're... not?"
"No," Paul replied, then smirked as he focused solely on the platinum blonde. "Well, maybe I'll kill Torrie here... maybe."
With that, the blonde's sobs grew harsher and louder as terror held her captive in its grip.
"You and Red here?" Levesque spoke, glancing from the brunette to Amy longingly and ogling them up and down. "I have much more pleasurable plans for you two."
Stephanie and Amy exchanged fearful and disgusted glances, both women's blood running cold.