Chapter 9
Paul waited until he and Stephanie were in his locker room and the door was shut before he pulled himself up to his full height and glared down at his wife. He saw the fear in her eyes and he smiled a grim little smile, loving the way he could easily intimidate her.
"I don't like the way you were rubbing yourself against John Cena," he said. He stepped closer to her and she immediately took a step back. "And I especially don't like the way you were kissing Chris."
"I... It..." Stephanie couldn't think of anything to say. She backed away from him, feeling apprehensive. She had this impending feeling of dread, like something horrible was about to happen.
"Speechless?" he asked, still advancing upon her. "Cat got your tongue?" He sneered at her. "Or does Chris still have it?"
She backed into a solid wall and cursed inwardly. "Now Paul, you know that was just for the storyline," she said in a quiet voice. She placed her hands on his chest, still bare from when he had ripped his shirt off earlier, right after she and Chris had came backstage. "You know you're the only man I love to kiss."
"Yeah, right," he said sarcastically. "That explains why you kissed Chris backstage before the match."
"That... Um, that was practice for the storyline," she explained. She couldn't believe he'd seen that! She would have to be more careful. Sneaking around was much easier when she was nowhere around Paul. "You know I wouldn't be kissing Chris just for the hell of it. You're my husband, not him." How much she regretted that simple fact!
"I know that. Do you think I'm stupid or something?" he asked. He moved her hands off his chest. "And you better tell your little friend to keep his little smart ass comments to himself. I didn't appreciate the whole gorilla remark he made earlier."
She giggled softly, then clapped her hands over her mouth. "I'll be sure to tell him that," she said quickly, hoping that he hadn't noticed her giggling.
"Were you just laughing?" he thundered.
"N-no... I mean, it... Yes," she answered, figuring it would be better to just tell the truth. "It was kind of funny."
"Funny?" He laughed sadistically. "I'll show you something funny." He turned around and headed for the shower in the locker room. "Come on, let's go get our shower together."
"You go first. I'll get mine after you," she said in a shaky voice. She knew better than to get in a shower with him when he was in one of his moods. Anything could happen, and she really didn't want that.
"I am your husband. Therefore, you are to obey me!" he exclaimed. He gripped her arm tightly with his hand and she cried out in pain as he dragged her to the shower. Once at the shower, he stripped her clothes off quickly, not caring if he was hurting her or not. He threw her in the shower, then took off his clothes as well. He stepped into the shower and saw her cowering in the corner.
For some perverse reason, this excited him to no ends. He turned on the shower and let hot, scalding water come out. "Isn't this romantic?" he asked, advancing on her and letting the scalding hot water run down over his back. He was so hot that the scalding water didn't bother him at all. He liked it.
She tried to get away, move, but there was nowhere to run. She was in the corner and could only stand there and wait as he walked towards her.
"Paul, sweetie, please don't hurt me," she whispered when he came to a stop in front of her. She looked down at her arm. She could see the marks his hand had left behind when he had forcefully dragged her to the shower. She looked back up at him, her eyes pleading for mercy just this one time.
"I'm not going to hit you, Stephanie," he said in a grating voice. "I'm going to make love to you... Right now."
She knew what he was about to do, and making love was nowhere in the description. She put her hands up to him to stop him. Maybe... Maybe if she could just do something to make him realize what he was doing... Maybe then he wouldn't do this to her.
"I want you so much," she whispered to him, leaning up to kiss him passionately. She ran her hands up and down his chest, then lower...
"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling back to raise an eyebrow at her.
"I'm kissing you," she said, kissing his neck. "You said you were going to make love to me, right?"
"Yes," he said, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head with one hand. "But I meant this way."
"No, not this way," she whispered. "This isn't making love, Paul. This is more like rape than anything."
He slapped her hard on her thigh. "Are you accusing me of rape?"
"No, I'm not accusing you of rape," she said quietly, knowing that she would soon have a bruise on her thigh. "I just said that this is like rape."
He thought about that for a minute while holding her hands above her head. She studied his face with baited breath, waiting, hoping that maybe he would come to his senses and realize that what he was about to do really could be considered rape.
He looked back down at her. "Then maybe I enjoy raping you. Domination is pretty hot, don't you think?"
She didn't bother answering. The matter was settled in his mind, and there was probably nothing she could do to change it.
Just as she had that thought, there was a knock on the locker room door. The doorknob jiggled and the person, whoever it was, knocked even louder when they realized the door was locked.
"Shit, I guess I'll have to get that," he said, letting her hands go. She looked at her hand and saw that he'd left marks on her wrists, too, from where he had been gripping them too tight. He quickly washed, then stepped out of the shower and dried off. "I'm coming!" he griped at whoever was practically breaking down the door, quickly pulling on some boxers and some pants. "Hold your damn horses!"
Stephanie quickly washed, scrubbing hard, trying to erase all traces of Paul's hands from her body. Then she stepped out of the shower and dried off, glad that someone had come to the door. Mental note to self: Profusely thank the person who came to the door. That person will be my savior for tonight.
She put on some clothes and came out into the room drying her hair with a towel. She nearly dropped the towel when she saw who her "savior" was.
"Look who's here, Steph. It's Chris," Paul said, as if she couldn't see that with her own two eyes.
"Ready for dinner?" Chris asked, staring at her with a crooked smile on his face.
"Just about," she said, rushing back into the bathroom. She did her makeup and her hair, then made sure no bruises were showing. "I'm ok," she said. "I'm ok." Then she headed back into the locker room where the two men in her life were waiting for her. "I'm ready."
"Awesome, let's go!" Chris said. Stephanie followed him out of the room with Paul bringing up the rear...
