Seth Rollins regained consciousness with a jerk. His body screamed at him in agony and he slowly opened his eyes. His arms were tied above his head and he could barely feel them anymore. His body was hanging off a closed-mouth hook attached to the beam above him and his feet could barely touch the floor. He looked around the dimly lit room and saw all of the concrete surrounding him and realized that he was most likely in a basement somewhere.
He wracked his mind and his last memory was of lying on the couch watching a football game with a bowl of popcorn. How he got from there to here was completely unknown to him. He must have been kidnapped or something but he didn't know anyone that would do something like that to him. Sure he was a smart-ass but that usually didn't get you kidnapped and hanging in a dirty, cold basement.
Before he had a chance to really think more on the subject, the door creaked open and he breathed a sigh of relief. His best friend Roman Reigns stood in the doorway. He was saved!
Roman walked towards him and stopped right when he got in front of him. He wanted to ask Roman to help him down but his throat was so dry, that only a muffled croak came out of him. Roman smirked and walked around him. Seth turned his body to try and see where Roman was going but his arms screamed in protest so he had no choice but to let his body swing back to where it was before.
When Roman came back around, he raised his arm and Seth saw a long black whip with metal spikes sticking out of it dangling from Roman's fingertips.
"Wha..?" Was all he managed to get out before Roman grabbed his t-shirt by the collar and tore it off. Bits of fabric clung to his arms and his neck but the rest of his torso was bare.
Roman smirked again and walked behind him and before he could even flinch away he heard the whip sail through the air mere seconds before searing agony split the skin on his back open and he screamed with everything he had. Roman whipped him with all his might 10 times, Seth knew because he forced himself to count every lash to keep himself sane. His screams echoed in the basement until he was sure that he had shredded his vocal chords and he couldn't do anything more than whimper.
Roman came back around and stood in front of him with a satisfied look on his face. "Now we can really have some fun."
Seth woke up again but he didn't want to open his eyes. His mind still couldn't come to terms with the fact that he had been so brutally tortured by his best friend, the guy that couldn't even hurt a fly. He slowly realized that he wasn't hanging anymore, but lying down somewhere that smelled terrible and his arms hurt so bad he couldn't even move them. He opened his eyes and looked up at a dim streetlight and realized that he wasn't in that basement anymore. He was free!
He looked around and saw that he had been tossed in an alley right behind a dumpster. Even though every motion of his body caused him pain, he tried to reach down to his pants pocket. He felt something heavy there and hoped that his cell phone was still there. It felt like it took hours but he finally managed to get his cell phone out and on the ground near his head. He turned to lie on his side with a whimper and pressed a few buttons on his phone. "Hello?" He heard through the speaker on his phone. The deep voice that greeted him was one he had heard many times, telling stories, jokes and generally making him happy. He had called Roman! As soon as he heard his voice he started sobbing uncontrollably. The person he trusted most in this world hurt him more than he ever thought possible. He didn't think that anything would come of it but he stopped crying long enough to whisper "Help me." into the phone before he passed out again.
The next time he woke up he was in the hospital. He knew before he even opened his eyes where he was, the beeping of a blood pressure monitor and the smell of disinfectant greeted him and he wanted to smile. He was okay! Someone found him and called for help. He finally tried to open his eyes and immediately regretted it. His vision was swimming and his swollen eyes hurt with every blink.
"He's awake!" He heard a voice yell and someone was gently holding his hand. Even though it hurt, he had to turn his head and look at the person holding his hand so gently. He had to blink a few times to try to clear his vision but he was really seeing the concerned face of his former best friend turned torturer, Roman Reigns.
*I've had this idea floating around in my mind for a little while and decided that it was time to write it. This chapter might look like it but it won't really be too dark.