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Dean lay unmoving in their cell. He stared at the ceiling seemingly catatonic. Seth did not want to look his way. He didn't want a reminder of the horrible things that he and Roman had done to their friend. Roman stared at Dean while grasping handfuls of his long hair on each side of his head. He was weeping bitterly.

Dean began to softly sing a Beatle's song. "1,2,3,4,5,6, 7. All good children go to Heaven." It was a wonder that he could even move his mouth with the way Seth and Roman had messed up his face.

"Dean. Oh Dean. I'm so sorry. So sorry." Roman whispered through tears. He had placed himself on the floor next to his friend, and was unconsciously stroking Ambrose's hair.

Seth began to rock himself in a corner of the room. "Oh God..oh God..oh God…."

Ambrose was still singing, but this time after the words "All good children go to heaven." He turned his head ever so subtly and said to Roman, "No they don't because this is Hell isn't it?" The question made Reigns cry even more. Seth was now sobbing as well.

They had been forced to do several things to Ambrose. Seth was forced to whip him hard several times. Both were forced to beat him up. Roman had to slap him. Hard. Dean was still bleeding. His face was swollen just about everywhere. A few teeth had been knocked out. His nose and lips were bleeding. When they had all been thrown back in their cell, both Seth and Roman got a look at Dean's back which was a bloody mess.

The worst of it all though was …."Oh God" thought Seth, the way they had sodomized their teammate. Cult members were ready to chop off Dean's body parts if they didn't obey. There was no way out of it. When Roman hesitated just once, the leader had grabbed a can of gasoline. He splashed some on Dean's arm, then lit a match. Ambrose at this point could barely even move. Seth and Roman had screamed at the top of their lungs for the man to stop. The merciless man had calmly told them, "Then do as you are told."

Seth thought he might lose his mind because of what he did. Roman was feeling very sick. Dean was thinking that getting chopped to bits, or burned alive was better than being molested by your male friends. He had thought the rape by the demon and cult members was horrible. This was far worse. He wished he was dead.

Dean grimaced as he rolled onto his stomach. He groaned as he painfully pushed himself to his hands and knees.

"Dean what are you doing?" That was Seth.

Ambrose was in agony as he crawled towards the wall.

"Dean! " That was Roman.

Before Rollins and Reigns knew what was really happening, Ambrose began to slam his head against the wall. They were over there quick. Seth put his hand in front of his friend's forehead to stop the fourth blow. Roman grabbed Dean to restrain him. He fought so hard that Seth had to help hold him away from the wall.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME YOU FUCKING RAPISTS!" Screamed Dean as he struggled to tear himself loose. Soon he was just screaming incoherently with no words.

Roman clamped a hand over his fellow Shield member's mouth. "Shhhhh. Calm down buddy. Just calm down." Reigns felt like a jackass saying it, because who could calm down after being put through that? However, he did not want his friend to scream himself into an aneurism.

Seth could feel Ambrose shaking, and the young man began to whimper under Roman's hand.

Roman slowly removed his hand, and the three men held each other, and rocked for a long time.

Seth thought, "We are going to get out of here. If it kills me, at least Roman and Dean are going to get away."