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Chapter 17:

Punk's head snapped up, and he was breathing heavily. He just woke up from being knocked out by the two people that attacked him. He tried to move but noticed he was sitting in a chair, tied up. His vision was still a little blurry as he tried to figure out where he was. He heard drops of water and footsteps as if there was something above him.

His eye sight became more clear and all he saw was complete darkness. He tried to make out anything, anything at all, but the only thing he saw were the shapes of a couple of boxes and utter darkness. He was so confused. Who brought him here? And why did they bring him here? And what did they want with him? Punk couldn't stop going over in his head what happened when he was taken. He was trying to remember something, something that would give him some kind of clue on who took him.

He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts when he heard shuffling and the feint sounds of what seemed to be talking coming from upstairs from wherever he was. I guess I am in a basement. He wanted to scream for help, but he knew that his captors would not take him to a place where he could easily be rescued simply by screaming. He started fidgeting with the rope that was tying his hands, trying to get freed. He heard the voices and foot steps getting closer and closer to what he assumed was the door to the basement. He was barely able to recognize a door and some stairs leading down to his level.

He felt the rope start to loosen which boosted his confidence. He began to work harder and harder until the rope finally fell loose and he instantly grabbed at his wrists, feeling the pain from the tightness of the rope. But right when he was about to untie the rope holding his legs together, he heard the door to the basement open so he sat still and placed his hands behind his back pretending they were still tied.

He was caught off guard when the light to the basement was all of a sudden turned on. His eyes burned from it and he squeezed his eyes shut until they finally adjusted to the light. And when he opened them, he felt so stupid. He should have known who took him, it was so painfully obvious.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Why did you bring me here?" Punk yelled and decided to play possum a little. He pretended like he was struggling to get out, even though he technically was still stuck because of the rope around his legs.

The two men that stood in front of a tired and wounded CM Punk just laughed. "It's funny that he actually thinks he is in control here." The two men just continued to laugh.

"Just wait until Dean finds out about this." He knew he shouldn't have brought Dean up since technically he is the one who is determined to make sure everyone knows they are not even an item. He has finally convinced himself that he will give him and Dean a tiny shot, but he is not ready to convince the rest of the world that.

Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns laughed even harder when Punk brought Dean into the conversation. "Do you really think you will even get to tell him? We are not letting you go until he is completely done with you, Phil." Roman said in the most vindictive voice he could come up with.

"But don't worry, Punk. We definitely will have some fun with you so that you are not completely frustrated, if you know what I mean." Seth said, placing his hands on the arms of the chairs surrounding Punk. He licked his lips and looked Punk up and down.

Punk almost threw up by just the thought of that. "In your dreams, Seth. That is never going to happen."

Punk let out a scream when Seth grabbed the back of his head and pulled on his hair as hard as he could. It took everything Punk had to not alert them that his hands are free. It was so hard not to try and fight Seth back but he knew it would be no use since his legs were still tied up. "I can make you do whatever I want you to do. Remember that, Punk. I can make it feel good. Or I can make it feel very very bad." Seth spit in Punk's face and walked back over to Roman, who was smiling from what had just happened.

Punk was heaving. "Please, just let me out of here. Why did you even take me?"

"You have something I want." Seth said plain and simple. "And you are not leaving until I get it." Seth spewed, clearly very passionate and determined to accomplish his goal.

"What the fuck do I have that you want?" Punk had no idea.

"You know. I want Dean Ambrose. My best friend and the love of my life."

Punk squinted his eyebrows in confusion. "I'M NOT WITH DEAN!" Punk screamed, not caring about the consequences if there were any. "You can have him. Just let me out of here." Punk was starting to get sick and tired of the Shield accusing him and Dean being together, when they most certainly weren't.

"You may not be with him. But Dean is in love with you and won't stop until he has you. So you are not going until he is done with you." Seth didn't even realize how ridiculous that sounded. He was too determined. In fact, he was so determined and focused that he didn't even see the Samoan next to him shift uneasily. Something was obviously bugging the big man and Punk had a feeling he knew what it was. The way he is looking at Seth and the look on his face every time Seth mentions he is in love with Dean. Punk is almost sure he knows what that is about and may be able to use that to his advantage at some point or another.

"Just let me go. I will tell Dean to fuck off and that I never want to see him again. And believe me, I don't want to see him again if this is going to be my life. Dealing with the two of you just to make a relationship that I don't even want to go public work. I'm done with this shit. Just let me go, I don't want Dean. You can fucking have him." Punk was done. He was tired of being attacked by Seth and Roman. This was just the final straw. No relationship should have to got through this much, especially when they weren't even together yet. Punk feels that it is just not worth it and he plans on never having a full conversation with the man he thought he was falling in love with ever again.

"I don't think I can risk you telling Dean that we took you. He will never be with me if he knew that." Seth was rubbing his chin, figuring out the best way to go about making a move on Dean.

"I think we should let him go." Roman said very serious.

Punk smiled, hoping that maybe Seth will listen to his best friend. "What? NO!" Seth grabbed Roman and pushed him to the other side of the room. Punk took quick advantage and tried to untie the ropes holding his legs together without them noticing, but Seth kept looking back so he knew it couldn't be done.

After what seemed to be about ten minutes of talking, Seth and Roman made their way back to Punk. "Alright, we will let you go. If.."

Punk was caught off guard with the 'if' part. What more can these two nut jobs want from him. "If?" He just wanted to get out of there, wanting to get as far away from the three members of the Shield as he could. Yes, ALL THREE members, including Dean.

"We will let you go if you promise to stay away from Dean. Tell him you want nothing to do with him and do the best you can to stay as far away from him as you can. Deal?" Seth was eager to get Punk out of the equation.

"And if I break this little deal?" Punk couldn't help but stir the pot a little.

"Then let's just say, you will end up back here and we won't let you go so easily next time." This time it was Roman who said this.

Punk didn't have to think about it. In his mind, it wasn't even a hard choice. "Deal." And right when Punk said that word, Roman walked up to him and picked up what seemed to be a metal bar right beside the chair. Punk gasped, knowing what was about to happen. But he didn't even get a chance to put his hands up as Roman knocked him upside the head with it and everything went black.

Punk woke up in a hotel room that he assumed was given to him for this weeks show. He found his phone on the night stand right next to the bed and grabbed it. And when he looked at the phone he couldn't help but be completely shocked. He saw the date and he realized that he was gone for almost two entire weeks.

He freaked out and went to his contacts looking for Dean's number to find that it was not there. Everything in his phone that had to do with Dean was completely erased: text messages, phone calls, pictures, videos, everything. So he had no way of calling Dean and he just lost the last two weeks because of some psycho love-sick monsters.

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