Seth tried to scream as electricity ran through his body. His scream got caught in his throat and weird noises left him instead. He was biting down on a mouth piece to keep him from biting off his own tongue.
This was tortue. Straight up torture. Just one of their many sick games that he had endured for many weeks. He wasn't sure how long he had been there. He stopped counting the days after he reached a month. What was the point? Despite being a well known WWE superstar, no one could apparently find him. He didn't even know if anyone was still looking after this long.
He pushed the ugly thought out of his head and tried baring his teeth despite of the mouth piece. He needed to show these men that they couldn't get the best of him. People were still searching. He had people in his life that loved him and would never give up on him. Becky and Roman. The fans. The entire WWE universe. He was Seth freaking Rollins, for crying out loud.
His torturer switched off the electricity again. His body sank down in the chair he was strapped to. Saliva was running out of the corners of his mouth. Tears were running from his eyes. His body was drenched in sweat.
The man released the straps. No matter how hard Seth wanted to fight back, he couldn't. His body was always too weak to do anything after a round of torture. The big man grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the chair. He landed on his back on the floor and felt how he was being dragged out of the room, down the hall and into his cell. A room with stone walls, a cement floor and no other way out than the door. There was no window to let in the sunshine or the moonlight. He had no idea if it was day or night.
"Fuck you," he said.
The man was long gone and couldn't hear him. He took his time until he felt his body could move again. He got up on all four, crawled to the bed and pulled himself up to sit on it with his feet touching the ground.
He listened but no scream tore through the place. It had been a while since he last heard any of the others. He knew he wasn't alone here. He wasn't the only one being held against his will and tortured. He heard other people scream. He tried separating the voices. He knew at least one other man and two women were there from the screams. There might be more. He couldn't tell for sure. Not all the torture pulled screams from people. When they held him under water, he couldn't scream. Some people might only get the water torture. He couldn't know for sure.
"I wanna go home," he whispered.
He almost screamed when a hand closed around his ankle. This room might be a cell but he had been alone there for all the time he had been there. He looked down to see a woman with long, bright red hair crawl out from under the bed. Her hazel eyes locked with his chocolate eyes.
"Ssh," she put her finger to her lips. "Don't scream and alert them. I'm here to help you."
"Who the hell are you?" He asked.
"Paprika," she answered. "You?"
"Seth," he said.
"Okay, Seth, let me help you out of here," she said.
She stood up and dusted off the torn jeans she was wearing. Seth looked from her jeans to his own. His had been brand new the day he was kidnapped. They were torn too. He was sure hers used to be intact as well before she got there. She looked dirty like him, with bruises and wounds scattered on the skin he could see. He had no idea how she looked under her clothes but he was sure it was similar to how his own body looked. A sight he didn't like to look at.
"How did you even get in here?" He asked.
"I waited until they took you away. Then I walked in here and hid under the bed," she said.
"No, what I mean is, how did you get out of your own room?" He asked.
"I made a run for it. They haven't found me yet. I've managed to keep hidden. I've found the way out while doing so," she said.
"Why didn't you leave then?" He asked.
"Because I need to get you out while there's still time," she answered.
She sat down on the bed next to him and gave him a tired smile. She didn't need to explain. He understood perfectly how she felt. They were in the same boat.
"Next time one of them comes for you, I need you to muster up all your strength and knock him out. We only got little time, and we gotta make a run for it before anyone sees us," she said.
"I can do that. I just need to rest a bit," he said.
"Lie down," she said.
He lied down on the bed and closed his eyes. She kept sitting at the foot of the bed with her back against the wall. His placed his feet over her legs and felt her gently stroke his ankles. It felt good having gentle hands on him after this long in torture and loneliness.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep while this seemingly red haired angel was watching over him. She was gonna get him out. When the door opened to his cell next time, it would be the final time he walked through it. He was getting out. He was going home.