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Paul Heyman was pretty pleased with himself as he considered the results of what he had been planning.

He'd already received the deisred effect of his little scheme with the plate, fork and cup of coffee... He'd made certain to get them into the locker room Dumas had been sharing with Copeland - and it had all worked like a charm... Who'd have thought that items as meager as dishes and a utensil would affect a person so negatively? Then again, he acknowledged, this wasn't your ordinary, run-of-the-mill situation.

Heyman knew pretty much every last detail of what had happened to Amy nearly four years earlier. It was something that had been very near to him, of which he'd been fairly closely involved - and after all this time, it still affected him very deeply...

Paul smiled wickedly to himself as he tested the equipment spread out in front of him on the hotel bed. Thank goodness he'd had the resourcefulness to do this - he had every nuance, every note, down to par.

Good thing he was talented that way... And people like that bitch Stephanie McMahon and her obnoxious brother Shane had claimed he had no business being in this business! Because ECW had failed, they blamed him for lacking not only business savvy, but personality as well.

He was going to prove them wrong... He was going to prove his worth, and at the same time, avenge Johnny...

And if Amy Dumas were driven mad in the process, it would be even more of a bonus...

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Adam had been relieved when Amy had fallen asleep quickly, and without incident.

It had been an uneventful evening, the redhead experiencing no flashbacks - but this occurring had become a regular thing, and the night had still been fairly young when they'd turned in.

In his sleep, he turned onto his side, snuggling against his fiance.

All of a sudden, a voice penetrated the silence of the night.

"I'm coming to get you, Angelica...!"

Amy stirred suddenly in her sleep, a frown furrowing her otherwise smooth brow.

"You're mine, Angelica - mine...! You belong to me, and you will never leave here..."

The redhead shifted, turning over onto her back for a moment until she turned again and ended up on her left side.

"Don't make me hurt you again..."

Amy moaned softly, no longer in a peaceful slumber. Now, all she wanted to do was wake up. That was what she had to do - awaken and get the hell out of there - away from that madman John and the cursed basement in which she was trapped. For God's sake, it had been days since she'd been outside...

The redheaded diva suddenly bolted wide awake, her hazel eyes wide open with fright.

"Oh, my God...oh, my God..." she was babbling. John was here... He was hiding...

But that was impossible, wasn't it? He was...

Amy turned her head frantically from side-to-side, barely even noticing Adam lying on the bed beside her. All she could think of doing was getting the hell out of the hotel room.

Without another thought given to the matter, she leapt out of the bed - and out the door...