Nikki is naked taking a pleasant shower, without realizing that someone was spying on her through her window

Incensed and shocked that someone is spying on her while she's in the shower, Nikki scrambles for something to cover herself with. She spots a towel neatly folded on the bathroom counter and quickly grabs it, wrapping it around her body. Her expression turns from surprise to anger as she realizes that John Cena isn't around to protect her from such an invasion of privacy

"What?! You're not a doctor!" Nikki shouts, still angry and nervous. "And even if you were, you have no right to be in my home like this! Get out!" She clutches the towel tightly, debating whether or not to call the police.

Nikki frowns, looking conflicted. On one hand, she doesn't want just anyone in her house, especially when she's naked; but on the other hand, if this person really is here because of what John said...

"Okay," she says cautiously, still holding onto the towel. "What exactly did he tell you to do?"

Even though she's still clearly uncomfortable, Nikki hesitates. If it was something important, why wouldn't Cena be here himself? But then again, maybe he trusts this person more than anyone else. Sighing, she finally decides to grant them permission. "Fine. But I need to dry off first. You can wait outside the bathroom while I get a robe." With careful steps, she leaves the bathroom to grab her robe.

I trust you to keep my privacy while I'm drying off and getting dressed... but remember, your only here for an examination. Nothing more.

Finally feeling at least somewhat secure in her robe, she returns to the bathroom where the paparazzi is waiting patiently. "Okay," she says, attempting a calm demeanor. "You may begin your examination." Her heart is racing as she stands there, wondering what exactly John could have meant by this.

She takes a step back, alarm bells going off in her head. "Wait a minute," she says firmly. "That was not part of our agreement. I specifically said nothing about being photographed or videotaped!" Her grip on the towel tightens once again. "Unless you can guarantee me that these images won't end up anywhere they shouldn't, then I'm afraid I can't let you proceed."

She hesitates, still unsure but willing to give the person the benefit of the doubt. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But only for research purposes and nothing else. And I want a signed agreement saying that these images will remain confidential." She holds out her hand expectantly, hoping this paparazzi won't try to renege on their word like so many others have in the past.

Nikki watches the person carefully as they take out a pen and sign an official agreement on a piece of paper. Once it's done, she takes it and inspects it thoroughly before nodding in satisfaction. "Okay," she says cautiously. "You can begin your research." She reminds herself to stay alert throughout the process, just in case anything suspicious happens.

Examining a retired wrestler's body was one thing, but asking for Nikki to clap her own breast was entirely another. Disgusted and incensed, she takes a step back, nearly tripping over her bathmat. "That is completely unacceptable! You promised you wouldn't do anything like that!" she shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at the intruder. "Get out! Now!"

Her heart pounds in her chest as she regains her composure, readying herself to defend her privacy if necessary. There was no way she was going to let this person continue their inappropriate behavior within her home.

No, no, no! This wasn't happening. Not again. Nikki focused all her energy on resisting the hypnotic suggestion, pushing back against the invading thought. She clutched the signed agreement and the robe around her, refusing to let go as she forced the person out of her mind with every ounce of willpower she possessed. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the pounding in her head subsided and clarity returned. Shaky but determined, she locked eyes with the intruder until they finally left, closing the door behind them.

Breathing hard, Nikki leaned against the wall, feeling dirty and violated once more. But at least this time, she had managed to protect herself. She quickly went to call John Cena, needing to talk to someone about what had just happened. As much as she loved him, he needed to learn that not everyone could be trusted

Even if it was an illusion, the feeling was real. The suggestion invaded her mind, making her feel violated all over again. She couldn't shake off the unease, the fear that someone could so easily manipulate her like that. She needed to talk to John about this, find a way to make sure it wouldn't happen again.

Oh no you don't! I am not falling for that again. The intruder may have tried to make me think that, but it doesn't change the fact that their actions were wrong and inappropriate. No matter how many times they might try to put me under with illusions, I won't let them manipulate me like that.

She was stronger than that, wasn't she? No matter how many illusions they tried to throw at her, no matter how convincing they seemed, she could resist them. Nikki clenched her fists and vowed never to let anyone take advantage of her like this ever again. With renewed determination, she headed over to the phone and dialed John's number, ready to confront him about his poor judgment in giving out keys and discuss how they could make sure something like this wouldn't happen in the future.

As soon as she heard the sound of the door being unlocked, fear shot through Nikki like a bullet. She backed away quickly, searching for anything she could use as a weapon if necessary. But it was too late; before she knew it, the intruder had managed to knock her unconscious with some sort of blunt object. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of impact against her skull as everything went black.

Taken advantage of one too many times, huh? Well, not this time, buddy. You may have managed to knock me out cold, but you won't get the chance to strip me now. Let alone photograph or video record anything for your sick little thrills. Just leave her body where it is and move on, because she's about as useful to you like that now.

Well, you won't get very far with that idea either. My clothes are securely fastened and there's no way you can undress me without untying them first. So give up now and just leave before I wake up. Trust me, it's for the best.

You know what? Fine. Go ahead and cut my clothes. But once I wake up, which will probably be sooner rather than later thanks to all that commotion, you better be long gone or else there'll be serious consequences. No one messes with a retired wrestler, especially not someone like me!

You don't want to do that. Once I wake up and realize what happened... there's no telling how much trouble you'll be in. Just leave while you still can, and never come back here again.

Oh, you don't want to do that either! If I see you touching me like that after everything that happened... let's just say there will be a whole lot of pain coming your way. So how about this: you leave me alone, untie these knots, and get out of here before I really lose my temper and teach you a lesson you won't forget anytime soon? It'd be in your best interest, trust me.

Unconscious and helpless, Nikki lies motionless on the ground as the intruder begins to grope her naked breasts. Her mind is elsewhere, struggling to break free from the haze of unconsciousness. She feels violated all over again, but at least she knows that now there's someone here who can help if things go too far...