It was now Friday, meaning that it'd been two weeks since the day Hadlynn was first abducted. The pay-per-view was so close. Two days until the big day! As for treatment, wrists were now died in front, showers came daily, and food came around three times a day.

Seth was now going completely mad. His chance to get the belt was right around the corner. This belt meant everything to Seth right now. Anybody with a brain could tell that Dean would come out fighting for his girl, even if he knew he couldn't get her back unless Seth won.

Hadlynn walked over to Seth, gently rubbing her bound hands on his tense shoulders. "So, I need to ask a big favor from you." Seth looked over his shoulder, both corcern and dismay filled his expression. "Relax, I was just wondering if you could go out and buy me some clothes. I'll give you money. I just need some clothing 'cause nothing fits over peanut gallery anymore." She giggled a little bit.

Seth got up and hugged her as he chuckled. She could feel the grumble of his chuckle through his chest as the hugged. "Yeah, I'll head out now, but you know that means, right?" Hadlynn nodded, walking over to the bed.

After binding her and gagging her, he grabbed his wallet and headed out to the car. About 10 minutes after his leaving, Hadlynn pulled out her phone from her pocket. She began to text Dean, saying that she was fine. She continued to text him for awhile until, suddenly, Seth came through the door. He ran over and grabbed her phone.

"You've been texting him?" Hadlynn looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. Seth grabbed her face, forcing their eyes to meet. "You've been texting Dean? Are you out of your mind, Hadlynn?"

Tears fell freely from her eyes. Seth never called her Hadlynn; she knew that she was in deep trouble. She tried to talk through the gag, but Seth flipped her on her side, tying her hands and elbows behind her back. She tried to scream. Seth pulled out a bottle of some sorts and headed towards the bathroom. He returned with a damp rag. Hadlynn began to kick at him before he smothered her with the cloth.

"Get up now," a loud voice said to Hadlynn. It wasn't unfamiliar at all. She turned towards the figure, slightly opening her eyes. "The show is tomorrow, and we gotta talk about the plan."

Hadlynn tried to use her shoulder to help pull off her gag. Seth placed a grip on her chin, pointing her face in his position. She glared at him. "Right, so our plan is simple: you will be tied to an office chair and placed in my corner. Don't try to get away; it'll get ugly if you do. Also, when I win, I'll untie you enough so you can come cheer with me. Again, running means it'll get ugly. That's it. Can you please do this? Or do I have to start threatening you more often?"

Hadlynn shook her head. After that everything was silent. Either nobody wanted to speak or both waited for the other to speak. Seth paced over to his suitcase, grabbing a pocket knife. Running it through the duct tape, he pulled the whole gag off before removing the wash cloth, as usual.

A few coughs escaped Hadlynn's mouth before an ice cold water bottle forced its way in. It was so refreshing to feel the drops run down her dry throat. It was removed soon.

"Seth," Haddlyn said, quietly. Seth turned towards her partially. He could see her from the corner of his left eye. "I only did it because I didn't want him to act rashly. You know how he gets, Seth. I just don't want to see anybody suffer."

Rollins paid little attention to her. He understood her actions, but he was just so disappointed at this point. The stress was eating every party involved away from their very cores. It wasn't helping that Hadlynn was this pregnant, either. She looked so ready to pop.

The awkward silence was broken by a question. "So, um, how pregnant are you?" No answer was expected at all. Seth was just very curious.

"I think I'm just over 7 months."

"It could be more?"

Hadlynn sighed, "yeah 'cause I was never good at translating the weeks. I thought I was 5 before we left but I don't have any clue. Call Ryan, he'd know."

The awkward silence started once more. The captor went over and began packing the bags up for the next day. It would be long, ungodly, and hellish.

Dean sat in his hotel room, unable to sleep. The pressure was becoming too much for him, but he knew that the time was coming. The plan was set and figured out. No time to chicken out now. He turned his head to the left, locking his eyes on the alarm clock. 4:19 am. A massive sigh escaped his lips.

He walked over to the bathroom, filling the sink with frigid cold water. He continued to dump handfuls of it onto his face. He stood there, staring down into the pool of water before heading back to bed. A beep came from his phone. He unlocked it to see a calendar reminder he had set. After unlocking it, Dean turned it back on to stare at his lock screen. It was a picture of Dean and Hadlynn, laughing as they play in a bounce house.

The things I used to do with that girl, he thought as a small chuckle erupted from his mouth. That hadn't happened in a long time. Chuckles, or laughing in general, hasn't been all that familiar lately. However, once Hadlynn would be returned, Dean was full convinced that he would get these feelings more often.