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The door to the out-of-service restroom creaked open, the dim, flickering fluorescent light inside casting long shadows across the grimy tiles. The faint smell of mildew mixed with a lingering chemical cleaner hung in the air. Ethan stepped in first, Ruby close behind him, her face set with determination. The muffled sound of Tiffany’s voice carried through the silence, coming from the handicap stall at the back of the restroom.

“N-no, I just… I think this is a mistake,” Tiffany’s trembling voice echoed softly from behind the closed stall door. She sounded nervous, almost pleading, her words faltering as if she couldn’t summon the strength to outright refuse. “I don’t really want to—can we just stop?”

“Relax, babe,” Jimmy’s voice responded, dripping with condescension and sleazy charm. “You’ll thank me when I show you how good I can make you feel. Just wait till I get my hands on that sweet little—” His words devolved into an explicit description of his intentions, focused entirely on her most intimate parts.

Ethan’s teeth clenched as he heard the exchange, his pace quickening until he reached the door of the stall. Without hesitation, he slammed it open, the door banging against the wall with a metallic clatter.

Inside, the scene froze in time. Tiffany was backed into the corner of the stall, her arms pinned awkwardly against the cold tiles. Her dress was rumpled and pulled up, her exposed skin flushed with humiliation and fear. Jimmy had one hand gripping her wrist, his other resting possessively against her thigh, his body angled over hers in an unmistakably aggressive stance.

Jimmy turned, his smug grin faltering for a split second before he masked it with an exaggerated sneer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he spat, his voice thick with mockery. “This ain’t your business, so why don’t you turn your ass around and walk out before you regret it?”

Ethan stood his ground, his fists clenched at his sides, his glare sharp enough to cut steel. Jimmy, undeterred, snorted derisively and added, “You don’t look like much of a fighter, pal. You really want to get yourself hurt over this? Walk away, hero. Hell, maybe I’ll even let you watch if you’re nice.”

Ruby stepped into the stall behind Ethan, her eyes blazing with anger. “Are you out of your mind?” she snapped, her voice shaking with barely contained fury. “You think you can just treat people like this? Like they’re—”

Jimmy’s grin widened as Ruby’s presence seemed to embolden him further, his leering gaze fixating on her. He let out a low, mocking chuckle, shaking his head slightly as if amused by her resistance.

“Damn, you’re even hotter when you’re pissed,” he sneered, his voice thick with a mix of arrogance and lewd intent. “Let me tell you something, sweetheart—you’ve got no idea what you’re missing out on. You think this guy,” he nodded toward Ethan with a derisive glance, “knows what to do with a woman like you? Please.”

His tone dropped lower, rougher, as he leaned ever so slightly closer, his words becoming more explicit. “I could have you begging for more in minutes. You and your little friend over there,” he gestured toward Tiffany with a tilt of his head, his grip on her still firm. “I’ll take care of you both. Start with those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me, and then I’ll move on to that tight little pussy of yours. I’ll make you feel things he’s never even dreamed of giving you.”

Ruby’s stomach churned at the vulgarity, but the shock of his words was matched by the chilling realization that he wasn’t just spouting drunken nonsense—he was dead serious. The way his eyes roamed her body, the conviction in his voice, the possessive way he held Tiffany—it all pointed to one thing. He believed every disgusting word he was saying. Ruby could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, a cold wave of unease mixing with the heat of her anger.

“You’re not going to stop me,” Jimmy continued, his voice now laced with a twisted kind of confidence. “Not you, not your boyfriend, not anyone. You think I’m joking? I’ll have both of you screaming my name by the time I’m done, your bodies shaking from how good I make your pussies feel. So, here’s the deal, babe. You tell your little boy toy to take a hike. He can go sit outside while I show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”

His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. “And don’t think for a second I won’t go through with it. This isn’t some stupid game. I see what I want, and I take it. So, what’s it gonna be, sweetheart? You gonna be smart about this, or am I gonna have to show you why I always get what I want?”

Ruby’s heart pounded, her pulse roaring in her ears. As revolting as his words were, the sheer audacity and seriousness in his tone made it clear—he wasn’t bluffing. Her anger swirled with fear and disgust, but she held her ground, unwilling to let him see her falter.

Jimmy turned his attention back to Ethan, finally shifting his stance just enough to prepare himself for what was coming. He adjusted his posture, loosening his grip on Tiffany slightly as he prepared to free his hands. His leering grin twisted into something darker, more threatening, as his eyes locked onto Ethan’s.

“Alright, hero,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “You’ve got about three seconds to walk out of here before I make sure you never forget what happens when you stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”