"Roman, you've lost your fucking mind," Triple H said, watching Roman. Roman was pushing his head into hands. Shawn and Seth just sat across from him on the bed. "Did you even think about how she'd be after all of this? Honestly, in what world is what you did okay?"

Shawn interrupted, "Honestly, this is ridiculous. Hunter, you should've watched her better. Roman, should've handled this better because what you did is just stupid. I mean you're borderline idiotic. And, Seth, you're lucky I don't beat you right now for what you did. You are the dumbest person I've ever met. You honestly should been tested because I've never met somebody who completely lack both logic and common sense. Now, I'm going to go check on my girl to make sure you guys didn't kill her."

Shawn stepped into the room for a few seconds before rushing back into the room. He walked over to Seth, calm as could be, and super kicked his chair over. Roman and Hunter stood in shock. Shawn kept a calm face. "You morons didn't even think 'oh wow, our friend was just kidnapped and a man forced himself on top of her? Let me just KEEP HER TIED UP IN A BEDROOM ALL BY HERSELF!' That's a solid plan!"

Triple H sat down on the couch, now putting his hands to his face. He laughed, trying to keep his cool. Roman stood up silent while Shawn made his way to the bedroom door, slightly opening it before the hotel room door flew open. Dean rushed in, making his way to the bedroom door. Triple H looked up then right back down, "Oh this just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"

"Shawn, get the fuck out of my way," Dean said through his heavy breathing. Shawn pushed him back a little bit, creating some space.

"Listen, the last thing that Hadlynn needs right now is for you to come in, especially all panicky the way that you are now," Shawn said slowly. "I'm going to go in, calm her down a little bit, and then all you guys can come in. Alright?" Sound like a good idea?"

Dean sighed heavily, taking a few steps back to allow Shawn some time alone. He took a seat on the couch, looking at every man directly that sat in the room. Seth was finally up off the floor and sat up a chair to sit on. Dean cleared his throat, relaxing back in his seat. "So who's going to tell me what the fuck happened?"

Her eyes fluttered open as Shawn shut the door gently, still creating a somewhat quiet noise. She turned her head, making full eye contact with Shawn. She wiggles around. She attempted to sit up and almost fell off the bed. Shawn caught her in his arms. She nestled into his body.

"Hey, honey," Shawn said as he hugged her. "You're having quite an interesting time, aren't you?" He sat Hadlynn up in the bed. Her back rested against the headboard. He began untying her thighs, struggling to undo the tight knots. After a few minutes, they were finally loose, and Shawn could unwrap the bindings.

Moving on to her ankles, Shawn had the same problem. The ropes were noticeably tight and probably, no definitely, digging into her skin enough to leave marks. When he finished her legs, Shawn was about to move onto her arms when he noticed a bruise on Hadlynn's face. He moved closer to her, examining it. "Why is there a bruise on your face? Did Jamie... Did that bastard hit you?"

Hadlynn tried to talk behind her tight gags. Sound was escaping but nothing was audible, so Hadlynn simply nodded her. Shawn's gentle face grew angry and red. He stood up, throwing a chair over. He turned towards the door, walking out and slamming it hard. Hadlynn screamed for a minute or two, trying to tell him not to leave her. She settled back into the bed, working in the ropes by herself yet again.

In the other room, Hadlynn could hear yelling and arguing. At least four men were going off on each other about God knows what. She looked out the window in an attempt to get her mind off of the shouting. Within seconds, the faint sound of her door opening and closing occurred. Dean stood there with a sad look on his face and first, then it grew angry.

"Did he really hurt you," Dean said with the evident anger appearing through his voice. Hadlynn tried to speak before he cut her off. "Did he?" Hadlynn nodded her head, still wiggling to get out of her ropes. Dean sat on the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms. Her head hit into his rock hard chest. It was warm, and the cotton t-shirt was so soft.

"I'm going to kill that redneck, hillbilly bitch the next time I see him." Hadlynn pulled away from him, turning into her side to reveal her bound arms. He readjusted her I between his legs, facing her toward the dresser parallel the bed. He worked hard to untie her elbows. As they got looser, he could hear his younge friend whine in pain. Dark bruises were visible where the ropes once sat.

Hadlynn layed back into Dean. Tears were noticeable in her face. She needed a break from untying because the pain was becoming to much for her to handle. Dean wiped her tears away, rocking her a little bit. She felt so safe. That guy, that beast, Jamie Noble couldn't get anywhere near her. It was all becoming so nice for her.