A/n: Two in one day! This is stuck in my head. Thanks to raaeebrucee, Nagle4, MsConCon. You three are awesome reviewers and I always look forward to your comments! Also, I told everyone it would get worse for our heros. It did. I made myself tear up...
Roman wasn't far behind Dean as he fled the villa, but Dean was fast and he struggled to keep up. He reached the canal in time to see some goons throw Dean into the trunk of a car and Abby nowhere in sight. A tall man saw him and grinned. "Here's your choice. Your friend or his wife. Though, she's been in that water for a good two minutes now."
"Fuck!" He yelled and made a beeline for the water. He was alone. Seth was back at the villa and Dean would never forgive him if he let her drown to save him so he dove in head first and was shocked at how cold the water actually was. It was murky, and was definitely polluted from hundreds of years of human existence. He swam down as far as he could and began his search. There was so much down at the bottom of the canal that he didn't know if he would be able to find her.
Then he saw it, a flash of blond hair. He swam towards it, hoping against hope that she was still alive. He estimated she would have been submerged for over three minutes and she didn't look like she was moving. He cursed again to himself as he got close. She wasn't moving and her eyes had begun to roll into the back of her head, but she saw him.
He tried to get the weight vest off, it wouldn't budge. She needed air, badly, so he tore the tape from her mouth and pressed his lips to hers and shared his breath. One breath, two, three, then he had to let go. He was running out of time, and air. Finally, he took his pocket knife from his boot and cut her free. She was unconscious when he broke the surface and gasped for air.
"Roman!" Seth yelled at him. "Over here!"
How did he even get here? he must have drove and hobbled the rest of the way. That was neither here nor there at this point. Roman swam, with an unconscious Abby in his arms, to Seth. "Take her!"
Seth held out his arms and lifted Abby out of the water with grunts of pain, thanks to the wound in his shoulder, and laid her down. Roman climbed out and they both knelt over her. "She's not breathing." Roman said and was already beginning CPR. "I'll pump, you breathe!"
Seth nodded and waited for Romans cue. When given, Seth tilted her head back and breathed into her lungs. They repeated this process three times. Then a cough, a sputter, and a breath from Abby.
Roman tilted her to the side so she could cough up the water in her lungs.
"What happened?" Seth asked, concern and shock playing on his features.
Roman looked back at him, "I got here just as they were putting Dean in a trunk. It was Abby or Dean."
"The Authority." Abby said as she continued to struggle for breath. "Wade Barrett."
"Who is Wade Barrett?"
Roman helped her sit up and cradled her shivering body, "Stephanie McMahon. He's her bodyguard."
She could tell neither of them had any clue who she was talking about by the blank looks on their face. "She's Helmsley's wife. And she's pissed."
"Fuck!" Seth cursed again. "How did we not know he was married?! And Dean killed Hunter. She probably blames him."
Abby grabbed Seth by the shirt in a panic. "You have to find him! They're going to kill him!"
He looked at Roman gravely. How were they going to find Dean? They could have taken him anywhere. Where would they even start?y
Then Seth remembered, "He's still miked!"
The first thing Dean registered was the headache. It was like an elephant standing on his head while a marching band banged out a beat over and over. A wave of nausea hit him so hard he actually began to dry heave. Or, he would have if it weren't for the duct tape over his mouth. His eyes shot open and he took stock of his situation as a slow panic began to creep in. His arms were spread wide, as well as his legs. He was strapped to a table so tightly his fingers were going numb. The room was white, dirty, and smelled of decay. Where the hell was he? He remembered bits and pieces- a shot, a scream, a splash.
Jesus! They had thrown Abby into the canal and he couldn't save her! He tried to pull free, struggle, anything to get free as the idea of her being dead was not one he could deal with. Roman wasn't too far behind him, maybe he had gotten to her in time, maybe he had imagined the splash, maybe she was okay! He had no way of knowing her fate and that terrified him, so he tugged and pulled and tugged until his arms and legs ached and his spirit broke. If she was dead he couldn't forgive himself. He couldn't stop the tears from falling down his face and into his hair. If she was dead, he might as well be dead too.
"Aw. Poor baby." A woman said from somewhere just out of his limited line of vision. He searched the best he could from the table until his eyes fell on a figure in the shadows. How long had she been watching him?
She was smirking, and not in a good way. "I've been planning this moment for a year."
Something about the look in her eye sent shivers down his spine. It was a look of lust and hate and murderous intent all wrapped up in a crazy little package. This was not going to be good.
She sauntered over to him and placed a hand on his chest, gently scratching at the fabric of his shirt. He wanted to move away from the unwanted contact, but his immobility held him in place and he had to deal with the unwelcome touch. So, he did the only thing he could do in his position, he glared daggers at her in hopes she would be able to pick up on the silent curse words he was shooting at her.
Yet, her hand lingered, "You headquarters agents are in such good shape. My husband never quite believed in keeping up on discipline. Maybe that's why you and your friends killed so many of us."
She moved her hand up his chest to caress his face. He promptly pulled away, leaving her grinning down at him. "You have some fight left after all. My husband admired that in you. Then you shot him in the head."
The realization of who she was crashed down on him. She was Hunter Hearst Helmsley's wife. Dean didn't even know he was married but she made her husband look like a puppy dog.
She saw his understanding and chuckled softly, "Good, now we're on the same page."
She grabbed his jaw quickly and held his face still while she got in close. in fact, She was so close their noses were touching. "I want you to know that I'm going to make you pay for taking him away from me. It won't be fast and I will make you my play thing before I finally slit your throat. See I don't care about what information you might have or who you work for. This. This is retribution."
She surprised him then by emphasizing her point by planting her lips hard against the tape over his mouth in a kiss. He was silently glad for the thin barrier between them as she was clearly insane.
She pulled away grinning "we're going to have a lot of fun here."
Dean swallowed hard. This would certainly be the furthest from fun he would ever be.
Seth looked at Roman and Abby in shock and disgust. They all had headphones on and we're listening to the entire interaction. "She's batshit crazy!"
Abby sat with tears in her eyes and pulled the headphones from her ears. She couldn't listen to anymore of this. "We have to find him."
Roman put a comforting arm around her and she leaned into his chest, weeping. Then something hit him. "Would Dean still have the earpiece in?"
Seth shrugged, "Probably, but it wouldn't be working. I mean, I could maybe try to hail it from here, but odds are the battery is dead."
"Do it!" Abby and Roman said together.
Her hands continued to travel along his body and he could do nothing to stop her except close his eyes and think of other things. Even when she started cutting his shirt off, painfully slowly, with that same look in her eyes that made him want to shrivel away from her to some dark corner, he tried to go somewhere else in his head. Somewhere happy. His mind drifted to Abby and their wedding. She looked so beautiful that day, so happy and full of life. He remembered the way she rolled her eyes at him when he was acting silly, the way she playfully teased him when they talked, the way the corners of her mouth turned up slightly when he was trying to be mad, the sounds she made when she was happy or scared or angry. Her eyes, her voice. Even now he could hear it...
"Dean." She said. It was as if she were there with him, taking him out of this hell. "Dean it's Abby."
Wait. Why would she announce herself in his head. "Dean I love you, please hang in there. Seth and Roman are trying to find you."
What were they doing in his thoughts of Abby? Then he remembered the earpiece. He couldn't help the excitement at the realization that she was alive! Thank god for Roman Reigns.
"Dean. We need to know where you are. The mic is still activated in your pocket. Get her to say the location!" Seth instructed. "If you can hear us, make a sound somehow. I don't even know if this is working, Roman. We could be talking to nothing."
He heard Roman growl, "Work harder!"
"Don't get angry with me! I'm doing my best!"
"Well, do better!"
"You want to give this a try, big man?" Seth snapped back. "Good luck figuring out the correct frequency asshole!"
"Oh, name calling. Real mature, Seth."
Dean couldn't help the laugh that escaped. His captor noticed and glared down at him, "what are you laughing at?"
He continued to laugh against his better judgement until she removed the tape from his mouth. "I'm laughing at Seth and Roman bickering. There was this one time when I had an earpiece on and they didn't think I could hear them and all they did was fight."
"He hears us!" Roman exclaimed loudly in his ear. "Thank god!"
"Well, hold onto those memories for as long as you can because you aren't leaving here alive." She replied with a sneer.
"And where is 'here' exactly?" He asked. "I'd like to know where they'll find my body."
She laughed, "Then I guess it's fitting that we are on the most remote island in Italy, a place where it is prohibited to travel. So no one will find your body. Besides, you'll be so broken, they won't even recognize you anyway."
Dean swallowed hard and listened to Seth and Roman talk between each other. "Poveglia island." Seth said. "It has to be."
"How can you be sure?"
"It's one of the only places in Italy where it is prohibited by the government. It's supposed to be so incredibly dangerous, no one is allowed there by government mandate. Dean. Get her to confirm that."
"Poveglia?" He said with a roll of his eyes. "Really? How cliche."
She laughed and climbed onto the table and straddled him, pressing her full bodyweight down on his. He couldn't help the feeling of loathing as she again began caressing his face and chest. "So, you're smarter than you look. I like that."
"Get off of me." He snarled, only succeeding in spurring her on.
Again she pressed her lips to his. this time, without the benefit of the strip of duct tape, he could taste the carnal want on her. Despite his best efforts to move away, she pinned his face steady as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He swiftly bit down and she pulled away quickly, immediately slapping him hard in the face while leaving bleeding nail marks on his cheek.
"How DARE you!" She snarled.
"Nice one Dean!" He heard Roman say through the earpiece. "We're on our way! Hang tight!"
"Do you think that will go unpunished?" She barked down at him. "My toys do NOT act as such!"
"I'm not your toy, you crazy hag!" He yelled back at her.
"You will be." She snarled and called for Wade.
Dean remembered him and hated everything about the man. He was the one who pushed Abby into the water to drown. Dean would make sure he died horribly.
She climbed off of him when Wade entered the room with a snide grin on his bearded face. She glared down at Dean, a sickening smile on her own face, and addressed him in a snobbish manner fit more for spoiled children. "Did you know this used to be a mental hospital? Lucky for you that most of the equipment is still here. I think a little electroshock is in order. Then you'll be more compliant. If that doesn't work, there's always the ice pick lobotomy."
She turned to Wade, "I need to see how bad my lip is after he bit me. You do it."
"Yes ma'am." He said with a grin that followed her as she left.
"If he hits him with that electroshock, we'll lose communication to the earpiece!" Seth buzzed in a panic.
"I don't think we're going to have much of a choice." Roman added perilously. "C'mon! We gotta go. Wrap that leg quick, I'm gonna need you. Dean, Abby is here. She'll talk to you for as long as she can. Hang in there!"
Wade moved to a table of ancient looking medical equipment and began messing with the buttons. He appeared again with an disgusting looking bite guard and showed it to Dean, "I have no idea how old this is, or whose mouth it was in last, but I'm sure that won't matter anyway." He laughed and shoved the rubber between his teeth.
Dean couldn't help the panic that was growing in his chest. Even Abby's soft voice in his ear did nothing to quell the fear that was growing. This was going to hurt...a lot. But, not only that, it would do exactly what she wanted it to do. It would make him compliant because he will be too weak to be anything otherwise. She could do anything she wanted to him then and he would be powerless to stop her.
"Dean. Roman and Seth will save you." Abby said through the earpiece. "They will bring you back to me."
His breaths were coming in shallow waves as he tried to hold the panic down. He heard the machine flair to life and watched as Wade appeared with two electrodes in each hand, ready to touch them to deans temples. He was screwed, oh god he was so screwed.
"Do you remember the day we met, when you saved my life?" She said through the microphone, trying to take his mind off of what was about to happen. She could hear him breathing heavily, obviously terrified. It broke her heart that she couldn't take the fear and pain away for him. "I was so scared, sitting in that cargo hold alone with no idea what was going to happen. Then, there you were. I knew then you were going to be the one for me. The only one. You were a bright light when everything around me was so dark. My knight in shining-"
There was a sharp pop as the earpiece shorted out, yet she could hear everything else through the speakers. Dean was screaming and wailing as the electricity was forced through his body. She could hear him convulsing on whatever he was strapped to and couldn't help the tears that flowed freely. She had to stay strong but was failing miserably.
