Roman sat completely motionless in the door frame, staring concerningly at the miniature diva. He body was bruised and battered from the torture the men put her through. Her face was stained with makeup, the most affected area being her cheeks that were covered in the black residue from her eyes. Her curly hair was in a ratty mess. Roman noticed that her eyes were closed, but her chest heaved up and down hard. Valentina was likely trying to fake sleep to avoid anymore harsh treatment.
Naomi shoved Roman out of the way, seeing her best friend helpless on the bed. She didn't hesitate to run over, shaking the woman. "V, oh my god, V. Girl, I'm not messing around. I need you to walk up right now. It's Trin, your girl. Please, wake up."
Valentina's eyes fluttered as Naomi brushed the hair out of the her face. She turned her head, locking eyes with Roman. At this point in time, Roman gained control over his emotions and headed over to the bed. Valentina began to buck up and down.
"Stop," Roman said softly in an effort to comfort her, "I'm right here. Bray is gone. Him and his little posse can't hurt you now, okay?" Valentina continued to throw her body around, growing noticeably weaker and weaker with every movement. Roman pressed his hands on her forearms, making her stop. "Trin, go get some medics right now. I'll get her out of all this. I think we really need to get her to the hospital."
Without wasting a single second, Naomi dashed into the hallway, heading towards the trainer's room to get the proper medical attention. Roman put his full focus back on Valentina, who was completely motionless. She stared up at Roman. She tried to speak to him.
Roman cut her off, "V, just let me get you out of this. I want you to tell me what happened to you and the Wyatts, okay?"
Valentina allowed Roman to remove the oversized gag from her mouth. The second it was out, Valentina closed her jaw. It felt like heaven to finally be able to do this. Her jaw was sore, incredibly sore. She closed her eyes, taking in this feeling for only a moment or so. She turned her head towards Roman, keeping her eyes closed. "I was getting ready in the locker room, and it felt like somebody was watching me. I kept looking around to see if anybody was there, but nobody ever was. I finished my makeup, and I turned around to see Bray standing right behind me. I tried to get out of the locker room to get you, but he grabbed me too fast. Before I could react, he dragged me in here."
She stopped talking, trying desperately to hold in her tears and hide them from Roman. Meanwhile, Roman's blood was boiling inside of him. He was letting his temper get the best of him. The large man's breathes sounded like a beast or wild animal hunting for it's next prey.
"What did that bastard do next," Roman demanded to know.
Valentina's voice was soft and precious, hints of sadness dashed in for good measure. "Roman, I don't want to talk about it."
"I don't care what you want right now, tell me what happened."
"Please, don't make me."
"Tell me!" Roman's scream caused Valentina to jump in fear. He kept his eyes focused on her face, which was now covered in tears. She tried to wiggle out of her bindings. She soon realized that there was no hope, so she cleared her throat to speak.
"He let Erick and Luke... He let them punish me. Roman, they used me. They took advantage of everything I have on me. They beat me and touched me and assaulted me and raped me." Suddenly, her emotions changed to a dark, cold hearted expression. "Those monsters raped me. They took me. They hurt me, and it's all your fault."
Roman took a step back, staring at the woman confused. Did he hear her wrong? Did she really just say that? Was this some kind of cruel joke on him? "This is my fault? How in the hell is any of this bullshit my fault? I can't control a psycho path."
"You said that you'd never let them hurt me. You said that they'd have to go through you to get to me. You weren't even fucking there!"
"How the fuck could I have helped you if I wasn't fucking there?! Are you seriously going to blame a suck pervert's deeds on me?"
"I'm the victim here, Roman. Were you tied to a bed? No. Were you raped? No. Roman, I want you to read the words coming out of my mouth: I don't ever want to see you ever again. Do you understand, you little punk ass bitch? Or do I have to explain it to you?"
It was at that moment that Roman snapped. How was she going to blame all of this in him when it clearly wasn't his fault at all? At the moment, he forced the gag back in her mouth, tightening it as hard as possible. Roman untied her arms from the bed frame, tying them together. He picked up a bag that Bray left and the bag that Valentina brought with her. He threw her over his shoulder, leading her off to the parking lot.
Naomi returned with Jimmy and a staff of medical personnel who were ready to treat her. Nobody, not a single soul, was in the room. Naomi looked all over, trying to figure out what happened. Jimmy looked extremely puzzled, but Naomi tried to reason out the current scenario verbally. "They were here a minute ago. I'm serious, those two were just here. Where could they have gone?"