"How did this happen, Char? Why the hell did this happen?"

Charlotte sighed as she leaned against the wall just outside of Sasha's bedroom, sliding down to the floor. "I don't know, babe. I didn't think that things like this were still happening…." whispered Charlotte, burying her face in her hands.

"Still? Has this...has this happened before?" asked Bayley, swallowing hard, not liking the feeling that was sitting in the pit of her stomach.

Charlotte shrugged. "I mean, my dad used to tell me stories about….how it was for the women….back then, you know? Late 90s, early 2000s….." said Charlotte, her voice trailing off as she wondered if there were others or if Sasha…

Charlotte shuddered at the images running through her head. They were living in an era of Me too and times up. Vince couldn't possibly be so stupid as to think that he would get away with this, could he? Unless, of course, maybe he had gotten away with it before?

"Bay?" whispered Charlotte, not even wanting to think about the possibility that Sasha wasn't the only one, that there were others that this had happened to, their coworkers, their friends. And if it had happened to others, how long had this been going on? Had it ever even stopped?

"We need to do something. Now," said Bayley, Charlotte nodding in agreeance. "I don't want this to ever happen again, Char."

"Me either. This ends with Sasha. And it never should have even happened to her."

Becky reached out to brush a strand of hair from Sasha's eyes, frowning when her friend whimpered.

"It's okay, Sash. I'm right here, baby. Nothing bad can happen anymore, sweetheart," whispered Becky, gently stroking her friend's cheek. "I'm sorry, Sasha. I'm so, so, sorry sweetheart."

Sasha looked up at Becky, crawling into her friend's lap once more, Becky wrapping her arms around her small frame. "Oh Sash….I'm sorry. I am so, incredibly, sorry, baby girl."

"You didn't do anything," whispered Sasha, her breath catching as she closed her eyes, tears still streaming down her face. "I shouldn't have gone in there. I shouldn't have gone in alone. You told me not to!" cried Sasha, choking as she began to sob once more, reminding Becky of that time over a year ago that she had "jokingly" told Sasha that no woman was safe with their boss alone.

They had both laughed about it then. But it had never been a joke, at least not to Becky.

"Oh baby, it's not your fault. It was never your fault, understand? Don't blame yourself," soothed Becky, rocking her devastated friend back and forth in her arms, Sasha clinging to Becky as she continued to cry.

Becky let out a deep sigh, unable to help the tears that were forming in her eyes, slowly slipping down her cheeks. How could she have been so blind? How could she have been so naive as to think…..as to believe that….

Becky shook her head, trying to swallow the lump forming in her throat as she looked down at one of her best friends, one of the strongest women she knew, sobbing in her arms; heartbroken, defeated, anguished….all feelings that Becky knew far too well….

"With all due respect, Mr. McMahon, I am one of the women that helped BUILD this division to what it is today, and I deserve to have the respect as such!"

Vince scoffed at Becky's temper, rolling his eyes. "All you women are all the same; all you do is whine and moan about wanting more. What more do you want? You're headlining shows, for Christ's Sake!" he yelled, matching Becky's temper.

"No, certain women are headlining shows while the rest of us watch our careers fall apart; myself included in that. Do you know how long it's been since I've even had a decent storyline that didn't involve my friendship with Charlotte being exploited? Or even a shot at the title? I need something that I can build on, something that's gonna help me continue to move up the ladder of my career…" explained Becky, easing up on the tension on the room, sitting in the chair across from the Chairman's desk.

"You want a show at the title? Some big shot storyline? You need to earn one of those, Rebeccah. I don't just give those away," explained Vince, Becky trying to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"So what more do you want me to do? I have been working; every day. Day in and day out. And then Charlotte comes back after 6 weeks of being gone while I held Smackdown up on my own, and she gets the title shot over me. Again."

Vince cleared his throat, eyeing the door and making sure it was locked. "Well, you know, some of your coworkers have found...other ways of showing me that they deserve all of those things that you yourself are requesting…." explained Vince, a small, deviant smile, spreading across his lips.

Becky scoffed at the idea. "Yeah, that's not me. Sorry."

Vince shrugged. "You know, I wasn't really asking," he explained, now sitting on the chair placed directly in front of Becky. The young woman let out a shaky breath, moving her chair backwards.

"You know what, nevermind. I'm gonna go," explained Becky, moving to get up from her seat, stopping only when her boss roughly grabbed her hand, forcing her back into the chair.

"Oh no. You came in here looking for something, and now you're gonna thank me for my time by giving me something that I want," explained Vince, pushing her chair into the corner, standing up and towering over her as her eyes went wide.

"No. No, I...I don't want to…." whispered Becky, her breath quickening as Vince once again smiled, shoving his pants down as he grabbed her by the hair…..

"Now, now. Thank me for my time. With your lips placed right…..

Becky screamed, shoving at his hands, trying to shove him down, but he was too quick, even in his old age, and slightly stronger than she was, and far more aggressive.

"Screaming only makes it last longer," laughed Vince, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her off the chair, her body falling helplessly to the ground.

And it didn't matter how hard she fought after that.

It didn't matter that she screamed and cried the word no.

The only thing that mattered was what he wanted, and what he subsequently took.