In the dimly lit captain's cabin of the Blackheart, Hunter sat upon his ornate captain's chair, surrounded by his closest friends and confidants. Shawn Michaels, Scott Hall, X-Pac, and the Outlaws lounged nearby, their faces alight with anticipation as they awaited the presentation of the gifts they had collected during the raid on Vince McMahon's palace. One by one, the friends stepped forward, offering their treasures to their captain. Scott Hall presented a rare vintage wine from McMahon's private cellar, while X-Pac offered a jeweled dagger stolen from the McMahon family vault. The Outlaws followed suit, presenting a chest filled with gold coins and precious gems.
But it was Shawn Michaels who stole the show, presenting their leader with a stunning bronze statue of Vince McMahon himself, the very same statue that had once adorned the garden of McMahon's palace. Hunter's eyes widened in appreciation as he ran his fingers over the intricate details of the sculpture, a smirk playing across his lips. "An excellent choice, Shawn," he declared, his voice filled with admiration. "This will serve as a fitting reminder of our victory over our esteemed adversary."
Just as the crewmates began to settle into the revelry of their success, the cabin door swung open to reveal Kevin Nash, his massive frame filling the doorway as he struggled to fit his tall frame and the large sack slung over his shoulder through the door frame. "I've won the contest, boys," Nash announced, his voice arrogantly echoing through the cabin. "And I've brought you a McMahon, the most beautiful of them all."
Shawn Michaels rose from his seat, a look of confusion crossing his face as he exchanged puzzled glances with his fellow crewmates. But before he could protest, Nash reached into the sack and withdrew Stephanie McMahon, her unconscious form draped over his shoulder like a prize trophy. Hunter's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight before him. Stephanie's beauty was undeniable, even in her unconscious state, and he knew that her capture would serve as the ultimate symbol of their victory over her father. A tense silence fell over the cabin as Triple H contemplated Nash's unexpected gift. Finally, he nodded in silent approval, a devious smirk playing across his lips as he gestured for Nash to place Stephanie's limp body on the table before them.
"What shall we do with her?" Shawn stood up running his index finger over Stephanie's porcelain cheek with a sadistic smile. "I want to be the first to have my way with this beautiful creature. I'm dying to see what McMahons are really made of." The blond proceeded to wink at his companions. Kevin shook his head in disapproval of his friends words. "The girl hasn't been here for 5 minutes and you already want to assault her? I thought the Heartbreaking Kid was better than that." Nash said provoking Michaels. "It won't be an assault if she wants to." Shawn replied flopping down back on his chair. The captain interrupted the banter his voice filled with firmness and authority. "No one will lay a hand on the McMahon girl, you hear me?" Hunter's cruel eyes made sure to meet all eyes in the room. "She'll be locked in one of the rooms until I decide how can we use her to get back to the old bastard, nobody shall enter that enclosure without my strict permission, or else they shall respond to me" The captain's face filled with rage at the mere thought of being disrespected. "Welcome aboard, Miss McMahon," Triple H declared, his voice dripping with triumph as the girl's limp body was carried away. "You're in for quite the adventure."
Stephanie's eyes fluttered open, her head throbbing with pain as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. She found herself lying on a makeshift bed in a small, dimly lit room, the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the ship echoing faintly in the distance. Across the room, Hunter sat in a chair, his gaze fixed on her with a devilish smirk playing across his lips. Stephanie's heart raced with fear as she took in his imposing figure, his massive muscled frame towering over her small, fragile form. "Who are you? Where am I?" she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty and fear, not only by the man's presence but for her safety. Hunter's smirk widened as he rose from his seat and approached her, his footsteps echoing ominously in the cramped confines of the room. His hands, certainly double the size of hers, reached out to gently caress her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"You're aboard the 'Blackheart,' my dear," he replied, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "And as for who I am... well, let's just say I'm the one in charge around here." Stephanie's heart sank as she realized the gravity of her situation. Trapped aboard a pirate ship with a crew of ruthless plunderers, she knew that escape would be impossible. And as she looked up into Hunter's rugged but handsome face, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear mingled with a perverse sense of intrigue. Hunter leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered in her ear, his voice laced with menace. "You're mine now, Stephanie McMahon," he growled, his eyes blazing with a predatory hunger. "And you'll do well to remember that."
With a cruel smirk, Hunter turned and strode out of the room, leaving Stephanie alone with her thoughts and her mounting sense of dread. As she lay there she couldn't help but start crying, her mind racing with the implications of her captivity, and the impossibility of a chance of escaping from this horror. She couldn't shake the image of Hunter's menacing towering figure and the sheer size difference between them, a constant reminder of her vulnerability in the face of his overwhelming strength. In panic Stephanie's blue eyes scanned the room looking for anything that could be of help in her escape, but the room was bare, apart from the improvised bed and a table with chair that were booth too heavy to be even used as a weapon. She then jumped from the bed running to the door, there wasn't a handle on it, just some old rope as replacement, tugging on it felt short as it seemed to be locked. McMahon was having a hard time seeing straight, the pounding on her head was hurting and the ships movement did little to help her balance. Feeling defeated Stephanie returned to the bed, crying for her current predicament.
In another dimly lit cabin of the ship, Hunter sat at the head of the table, his closest friends gathered around him in a circle. Shawn Michaels, Scott Hall, X-Pac, and the Outlaws lounged nearby, their faces etched with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as they awaited their captain's orders. "We need to tread carefully with our new acquisition," Hunter began, his voice low and authoritative. "We can't afford to let word of Stephanie's capture spread until we have a plan in place." Shawn Michaels, ever the joker, couldn't resist a quip. "Aw, come on, Hunter not this again" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I was hoping you changed your mind, and I was going to be the first one to have a little fun with the McMahon girl." The others chuckled at Shawn's remark, but Triple H's expression remained serious as he silenced them with a stern look. "This is no laughing matter," he admonished, his voice brooking no argument. "Stephanie is my gift, my property now. No one touches her until I say so."
The room fell silent at Hunter's assertive words, the gravity of their captain's declaration hanging heavy in the air. Stephanie's beauty was undeniable, and the thought of possessing such a valuable prize filled the crew with a sense of anticipation unlike anything they had ever known. "She is quite the catch, isn't she?" Scott Hall mused, his eyes glinting with admiration. "I've never seen anyone so beautiful." X-Pac nodded in agreement. "Aye, she's a rare gem, that one. But we mustn't forget that she's also a hostage, and one that could fetch a hefty ransom if we play our cards right."
The captain's eyes narrowed, his possessive gaze fixed on the thought of Stephanie as his captive. "Make no mistake, gentlemen, she might be frail but a McMahon at heart" he declared, his voice filled with determination. "Stephanie McMahon belongs to me now, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that she remains under my control." With a sense of purpose burning in their hearts at the thought of Vince's desperation about Stephanie's whereabouts, Hunter and his companions set about formulating their plan to use Stephanie as leverage against McMahon, knowing that with her in their possession, they held the key to their ultimate victory against one of the most powerful men of the world.
Stephanie's gaze has fixed at the door, hoping that by some miracle someone would appear and rescue her. With an abrupt slam, the door opened admitting Kevin Nash into the dimly lit chamber, the girl left a small cry of terror, her heart pounded with fear as another unknown figure entered her enclosure. She shrank back against the wall, her arms bound tightly at her sides, her eyes wide with terror as she watched him approach. Nash's expression softened as he set a tray of food down on the bed beside her, his movements gentle as he reached out to unbind her arms. Stephanie flinched at his touch, but he offered her a reassuring smile as he worked to free her from her restraints.
"It's okay, Stephanie," Nash said softly, trying his best not to create more fear on the already panicked girl. "I didn't mean to hurt you with this tight ropes. I just needed to make sure you wouldn't try to escape." Stephanie's eyes flickered to the door, a silent plea for freedom, but Nash shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, but the door is locked from the outside," he explained, his tone apologetic contrasting with his tall frame. "There's no way out." He then pointed to the tray. "You should eat, I'm sure it's not what you're used to but it's better then none at all." As Nash helped Stephanie to her feet, he could clearly see the difficulty in the girl steps to keep herself straight. She winced in pain, her hand moving instinctively to the purple bruise that marred the side of her head. Nash's expression darkened with remorse as he saw the dark mark he had left behind.
"I'm sorry about that," he murmured, his voice filled with all genuine regret a bad men like him could muster. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard. It was just... in the heat of the moment." Stephanie's fear and confusion swirled inside her as she struggled to make sense of her predicament. Nash's actions were unexpected, his demeanor conflicted, and she couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were, but nonetheless it was a contrast to those shown by the captain's. With a heavy sigh, trying his best in lot letting his short temper win Nash gestured toward the tray of food on the bed once again. "You should eat," he suggested gently. "You'll need your strength." Stephanie hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between Nash and the door, before finally relenting and taking a seat on the bed. As she picked at her meal, disgust clear in her features her mind raced with questions and uncertainties, but for the time being, she knew that she was at Nash's mercy, and there was little she could do to change her fate.
Kevin entered the captain's cabin with a solemn expression, immediately drawing the attention of Triple H and Shawn who were engrossed in conversation. Nash's face betrayed a mixture of concern and frustration as he approached the table where the two men sat. "Hunter, Shawn," Nash began, his voice carrying a weight of seriousness. "I need to update you on Stephanie." Triple H's brows furrowed in anticipation, his focus shifting entirely to Nash. Shawn, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair with a smirk, seemingly genuinely uninterested in the conversation. Nash continued, his tone tinged with annoyance. "The girl is scared to death," he explained, "but she did manage to eat some of the food I brought her."
Shawn chuckled dismissively, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Sounds like she's just being a spoiled brat," he remarked flippantly, "she should be grateful for the attention shes getting." Triple H shot Shawn a look of disapproval, his voice cold as he addressed Nash. "Please, continue," he urged, his attention fully on the matter at hand. Nash nodded, his irritation evident. "She's also complaining about the bruises around her wrists," he continued, "and it seems like she might have a concussion from the blow to the head. She's having trouble seeing and keeping up straight." Hunter's expression hardened at the mention of Stephanie's injuries. "I'll pay her a visit," he declared, his voice firm with determination.
Shawn scoffed incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief. "Why bother?" he interjected, his tone laced with disdain. "She's not worth the trouble, the girl is just being dramatic." The taller man's gaze turned icy as he fixed Shawn with a steely glare. "She may not be worth much dead," he retorted sharply, "but as long as she's alive, she's our leverage." Shawn's smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing with unease as he realized the gravity of the situation he would find himself into if he kept talking. Hunter turned back to Nash, his tone softer now but no less resolute. "I'll see her," he stated firmly, "and make sure her injuries are being looked into." As Nash left the cabin, the captain's mind was filled with thoughts of Stephanie and the precarious position she found herself in. He knew that he couldn't afford to underestimate her value, even if it meant putting himself at odds with his closest friend. For on the high seas, every advantage was precious, and Stephanie McMahon has the most precious of them all.
Hunter entered Stephanie's small room with a measured stride, his expression unreadable as he approached her trembling form hurdled in the corner of the room. Stephanie's eyes widened with fear as he drew near, her body tensing with apprehension at the sight of him. With practiced precision, the man untied the ropes binding her wrists, his movements slow and deliberate as he gently held her arms and examined the dark bruises marring her delicate skin. Stephanie flinched at his touch, her breath catching in her throat as she awaited his next move. Hunter's features remained stoic, his gaze focused on the task at hand as he rubbed a chunk of salt to the burns, his hands steady despite the turmoil swirling inside him. Stephanie winced in pain, tears welling in her eyes, but she remained silent, too frightened to even protest. "I know it hurts," Triple H murmured, his voice soft but firm, "but it will get better."
Stephanie's confusion was evident as she watched the bigger man tend to her wounds with a gentleness she had not expected from a man who had kidnapped her. She couldn't reconcile the image of the fearsome pirate captain with the caring touch he now displayed, and it only served to deepen her sense of unease. As Hunter finished bandaging her wrists, he met her gaze with a steely resolve, his mask of indifference firmly in place. "It looks bad but you'll survive," he assured her, his tone devoid of emotion. "I'll not restrain you again in order for it not to get worst but remember, you're in my care now. And I expect you to behave accordingly." He said sternly, his cold eyes a stark difference from his actions of mere seconds ago. With that, Triple H turned and left the room, leaving Stephanie alone with her thoughts and the faint echoes of his words ringing in her ears.
And as she lay back on the bed confused by what just happened, her body still throbbing with pain, she couldn't help but wonder why this man that at first presented himself so viciously let her roam freely inside her captivity in order not to further hurt her injuries. His presentation and words didn't seemed to agree with his actions. The more Stephanie thought about what had just transpired, the more she thought about the captain's enigmatic figure and his cruel but charming brown eyes.