You take matters into your own hands

After a week or so went by and you didn't hear from Meghan again, you decided you'd be better off taking matters into your own hands.

So once you had gathered her contact information and found out where she was going to be in a few days, you left on a mission to take the one thing from her that she values so much.

"Miss Trainor, you have a visitor," she was told by her security team after you arrived to her latest meet and greet, looking none too pleased to see you.

"I fulfilled my stupid little obligation to you for that silly little contest John, so why don't you run along?" she scoffs at you, her own security team giving her shit about the way she was treating you.

"Hey buddy. Here's 20 for the trouble. Make sure you leave her alone with me," you tell him as he nods his head and leaves, showing you to her private dressing room as he does.

"Surprise bitch. You and I need to have a little talk," you tell Meghan as she tries to run, finding a locked dressing room door and shouting for someone to help you.

"I came to collect the prize I was really after Meghan..." you taunt her as you advance on her, knowing there was no turning back now.