I woke with a jump. I looked at the ceiling and knew I didn't recognize where I was. Then my last memory and the conversation I heard came rushing back to me and I panicked. I felt myself being turned carefully onto my stomach and a hand slowly started rubbing my back.

"Shhh. Calm down, Samantha. Breathe. You are ok. Relax. GUYS! She's up!" He called out. I tried to pull back my hands, but discovered they seemed attached and now pinned under me. "Breathe," he reminded me, "We aren't going to hurt you. You know us." I turned my head to see sitting next to me was I guess a friend, or more former friend Dean. The door flew open and Seth and Roman stood there. I looked at them all confused. When down at FCW, NXT, or whatever they are calling it now a days, we had been close. That was until they started acting really secretive and shady. It ended up they were hired by Paul Heyman to help CM Punk win and understandably it wasn't something they could exactly share. But even after that stopped, they got into their heads they needed to stop the injustice facing the WWE. I hadn't talked to them in months, and they hadn't attempted to talk to me either. So now that I was face down almost on a mattress who knows where confused the hell out of me. Then I remember my once so called friend drugged me, and the anger outweighed the confusion.

"WHAT THE FUCK GUYS!" I got out.

"Yea, you were right about that reaction," Roman laughed.

"We're sorry, Sammy," Seth started, "We just needed to talk to you and have you listen and…"

"Shut the hell up, Rollins. You guys all had my number if you needed me. I don't know what the hell is going on, but this is fucked up. Do you know how fucking scary it is waking up and not being able to focus on what's going on?"

Dean reached around flipping me over, and sliding behind me. He wrapped his arms over mine to keep them from moving. Not that it mattered because as I suspected they were tied together. He reached over next and grabbed a bottle of water holding me still with his one arm and legs.

"Have a sip and calm down, we'll explain everything."

"Dean, you can go fuck yourself. Untie my hands so I can kick your ass. NOW!" He just laughed putting the water closer to my mouth.

"Just drink the water and we'll explain."

"How do I know it's not drugged again, because I'm guessing that's how you guys got me with before."

"Yea, you probably shouldn't leave your water bottle unattended like that," Dean said with a laugh, "And why would we have to drug you again?" He leaned closer to my ear "We've got you now." He sent a chill down my spine.

"FUCKER!" I yelled at him and twisted enough to stab him in his gut with my elbow. He fell over and the other guys laughed. How Dean kept the water from spilling I don't know, but he did. Seth, who had always been like the little brother of the group took the bottle as Dean caught his breath.

"Come on, Sammy, just a sip. You've been out longer than we planned and we want to make sure you are ok."

"Fuck you too, Rollins," but he didn't give up and attempted to do a puppy dog face. I sighed, "I'll make a deal with you. I'll have a sip if you promise that if you are ever dumb enough to be getting chased by Ryback again, that maybe you could remember not climb ladders to escape. You almost gave me a heart attack going through those tables."

"Us too," Roman said, "Always has to be the risk taker of the group."

"Fine. I'll try to be smart. Now drink." I opened my mouth letting him pour some water inside. At this point Dean was sitting up adjusting himself behind me again.

"That wasn't nice, Samantha."

"And since when have I been nice?"

"Everyone thinks you are," he explained, "Not that you are able to show really anymore who you are. Hiding all your potential is actually quite sad."

"You might say it's an injustice," Roman laughed. I looked at the two I could see as they waited to see if I understood.

"Um…I'm still getting tv time, even if I'm not getting to wrestle and have to deal with Antonio and all."

"They are just keeping you as a valet. They have your body completely covered so you can't show off what you've worked so hard far. You are a glorified coat rack and you are too good for that, Samantha" Dean tried to explain.

"I don't understand. Sorry guys. Maybe it's because you fucking drugged me, or maybe I really don't want to know." They all exchanged glances with each other to trying to figure who was going to explain to me and make me understand. They settled on Seth, because it didn't seem like I wanted to kill him as much I guessed.

"We'll long story short. We know what you can do in the ring, and think you should join us. We want to help you, and we know having you would benefit The Shield. "

"I would think you would want to go for the diva's champ. I mean her hair already matches yours, Seth, so you guys could have a uniform thing going on." They laughed.

"We can't trust her," Reigns said sitting down, "But we know we can trust you."

"You guys kidnap me, and then try to get me to join your little cult. I mean we haven't talked in months, which is all of our faults actually. There are so many other girls who would be more than happy. What about Paige?"

"She isn't ready," Dean said, "We want someone who can be trusted, and we know isn't one to back down from a challenge." They seriously were all nuts. Even if I wanted to fight against what has been thrown at the Divas and them just being buried, I wasn't capable of it. Backstage politics would always block change from happening, and I was currently just a valet. "Guys, can you leave us alone."

"We'll go get some food for you, Sam. You must be starving. We'll leave it outside the door, Dean," Roman said.

"It's great to see you again, Sammy. Think about it," came from Seth. And then the two of them like it was no big deal left me with Dean.

"So you think you are going to change my mind, Ambrose?"

"We'll we've already used social media to show that we are in the process of getting a new member, so I really hope you make this easy." I looked at him as he grabbed his phone off the bed side table. He then showed me that Seth had tweeted out a picture of a food in a cute boot with a chain wrapped around the ankle. I looked down at mine and fell back into Dean's chest when I noticed the picture was my foot.

"His followers are going to think I'm sleeping with all of you with it obviously taken on sheets on a bed. You guys really think I could escape?"

"We wanted to be safe just in case," he told me, "And we won't let anyone think that. And why would they? You have to work with Antonio and no one thinks you guys fucking. But that's because you guys have absolutely no chemistry." He laughed. "You could have that problem with us though because we would treat you with respect and like you are a human being." I froze against him, "We always knew if we expanded we wanted you to join, but seeing how he treated you made us realize we needed you in sooner rather than later. If it wasn't for Reigns, we probably would've kicked Antonio's ass for speaking to you that way." I ignored that and went back to what I had first said.

"I'm sure Seth's girlfriend and Roman's fiancé and daughter won't like that picture because it's obviously a girl."

"Actually, they are quite excited you are joining,"

"I never said…"

"They miss you. And Seth's girlfriend is so excited she volunteered to help makeover you. Think of it, you can reinvent yourself. You can show how amazing you are. And I've thought of this whole what people think. I knew you would be nervous, and we'll skip around letting them think it. I know we have chemistry so we'll let them think we are the two getting it on, and then the girl friends won't care as well. It will be the whole Stockholm Syndrome. We can easily show that bond forming though our videos. And then other wrestlers and people backstage will know I've "staked my claim" and that you are under my protection if they think of fucking with you. But if things don't work out, we have you regain your "right" frame of mind and you can go back to being someone's bitch." Dean was never one to censor or hold back, "We've missed you and care about you."

"I've missed you guys too, but I'm not like you. I'm not brave or have the confidence. It took everything I had not to run to you guys to make sure Seth was ok after the fall."

"Why didn't you come?" he slid out from behind me and was now face to face, "Are you too good for us now, Samantha? Do you not agree with what we are doing? Do you think you are better than us?"

"No, no," I quickly denied. I went to reach for him but seeing my hands tied again stopped me. I felt tears building in my eyes, "No. Not at all. I wish I could be like you guys. You guys have made change. You've fought against the politics. I respect you guys for that. I'm not like you guys though. I'm not brave. I'm not someone who can risk getting in trouble." He put his hands on my shoulders and stared me straight in the eyes as the tears fell.

"You have absolutely no faith in yourself or what you can do. And obvious you don't have that respect because you think we would be wrong with picking you. So you know what? FINE, Samantha!" he growled, "Be like that! Follow the rules! Give up and waste your life! Good to know you think as highly of us as you do yourself." He jumped off the bed and went to the door. A sandwich was waiting there outside. He picked it up bringing it to the table. "Here's some food if you are hungry. Hope its good enough for you, princess."

"Dean, I'm…"

"No, you aren't. So don't lie." And with that he turned and left the room letting my emotions take over me. This was all too much and to unbelievable to take. I couldn't believe this was happening and that it hurt as bad. Dean was right, really couldn't argue with him. I was trapped in this room, and wasn't hungry at all. So I did the only think I could, I cried.

Once the door was closed and locked Dean let the breath he was holding out.

"Did you really have to be such an ass?" Seth asked him, "She's losing it in there."

"She wasn't budging so it had to be this way to make her think it through. She needs to realize she can do this, and it's for the best." He shook and continued walking down the hall.

"Making her cry was hard huh?" Reigns asked her.

"Yea. I've made a lot of people cry, but this was the only one I feel anything about," Dean said with a slight laugh, "We know what's best for her. She just needs to believe in the shield, and herself. I'll give her some time, and then I'll try to talk to her again. Now please tell me we have something better than that sorry excuse for a sandwich you guys left for her?"

The others laughed and headed to find food for themselves. It was going to be interesting but hopefully the guilt and tears would cause Sammy to think and they would be able to move on to the next step soon which would be better for everyone, even if Sammy was ready to admit it or not yet.

A lot of adds already for this story on just that first paragraph so that makes me happy. Hopefully this chapter makes it worth it. Thanks guys :)