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Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Kidnapping, Threats, Possible Non-Con, etc.
It was the last RAW before the Royal Rumble, and Phil had called The Shield down so that he could confront them about their attacks on Ryback and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. He made it clear that he wanted them to keep their distance and not interfere in his main event title match. The chair that he brandished was a silent warning. It was unlikely that it could hurt any one of the men, but just the fact that it was there made them wary.
The Shield had taken the hint. Without so much as a word in their defense, they abandoned the ring apron and made their way back over the barricade. A bombardment of 'boos' followed them. When the show cut to commercial, Phil made his way to the back. When the screams of the crowd fell away, he was assaulted with the curses of the fragmented members of The Shield. Seth was the first to walk away. The door slammed closed behind him.
Phil smirked. "Smooth move, assholes. You'll never find out what his problem is if you keep pushing him away." Phil turned to the door. "And if looks could kill, well…"
"Who the hell asked you?" Roman growled. He threw his hair back, beads of water trickling down his face. He turned his back on the WWE Champion and entered the locker room he shared with Dean.
Dean just shook his head. "I'm sorry about Roman. He's not… the best with words." Dean offered with a shrug. "Do you know what his problem is? He won't tell us."
"Well, if what he's told me is true, then he has a reason to be pissed the hell off. Yes, I do know what the problem is. And no, I don't think I'm gonna tell you." Phil shifted the belt on his shoulder. "Figure it out yourself."
Dean frowned. His hands balled into fists at his sides and it was clear that it took immense self-restraint to not deck the WWE Champion then and there. "You're an asshole, you know that?"
"I think that I'm gonna take a page out of Ken Anderson's book and take that as a compliment." Phil said with a smirk. And then, with a teasing wave, he started off to his own locker room.
A few seconds later, he heard the door slam closed behind Dean. Phil smirked. He would have to talk to Seth later, let him know that Dean and Roman were both concerned about him (Roman in his own way, of course), and see if that made any difference. Because, while he might have been amused by his little conversation with Dean, this was a serious matter and he knew that Seth needed to be back with them as soon as possible.
Phil arrived at the locker room and found, much to his dismay, that there was a letter taped to his locker room door. His heart sank in his chest. If this was anything like the letters that Seth had received, he honestly didn't want to read it. Despite that, he found himself entering the locker room and flicking on the light, closing and locking the door behind him. The letter trembled in his hand as he made his way over to the black leather couch.
You think that you can help the little bitch, huh? You honestly think that you can make a difference in all of this? Let me tell you, Phil… this 'Best in the World' business is only a delusion. You're blinded by your own imagined grandeur. But I'll bring you back down to planet earth. I'll make you see the truth. And when you crash and burn, I'll be there to fan the flames…
There was a knock on the door. Phil crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trashcan. "Who is it?"
"It's me, baby. Open the door, would you?" Phil unlocked the door and allowed Chris inside. Chris was back, traveling with the WWE, waiting for his official return at the Royal Rumble. "How are you feeling?"
Phil forced a smile, starting to change into his street clothes. "I'm good. My knee hurts a little, but the medic says that it's okay. I should rest it for the Royal Rumble, but otherwise, it's okay."
Chris looked concerned. Phil, now in his jeans, straightened as he slid into his shirt. Chris walked over and put a hand on his forehead. "Are you sure that you're okay? You look a little pale."
The color must've drained out of his face when he read that letter. "I'm sure. You ready to head back to the hotel?"
"And celebrate your 428 days as WWE Champion?" Chris trailed a finger down Phil's neck. "I wouldn't miss it for the world…" He leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lover's lips. The letter lay in the trash, forgotten.
Seth didn't like to be alone. Locked in his hotel room, hidden away in the dark, he couldn't deny that he was absolutely terrified. He bit down on the inside of his mouth, silently reminding himself that he had locked the door and all of the windows. Nobody could access the room unless they had the key, and the front desk wouldn't just hand a key to anyone. A creak from somewhere in the distance made him jump. He was incredibly uneasy.
He sat on the twin bed, a flash light in hand, and the newest note crumpled in the pages of his novel by Stephen King. Dean and Roman had cornered him shortly after he had come out of his locker room and had asked him about it, and to avoid confrontation he had lied and said that one of the pages had come out. Excusing himself from the situation (more like shoving them out of the way) had landed him in even hotter water.
Carefully, he turned to the crumpled note and looked it over once. He had taught himself to never look for content first. While he had been on the WWE Roster for a few years, he wouldn't say that he was well acquainted with the different stars. It took teaming up with the monster Reigns and the mastermind Rollins for him to be noticed. And it always left him with the same question. Where did that leave him?
No, the first time he never read for content. The first time he read for patterns. He looked for words that were used excessively, patterns of speech, or uncommon phrases. The last one, for example, would be like some parts of the world say 'soda' and others say 'pop'. Maybe, if he could isolate the terminology used in the letter, then he would have a better idea of who had sent in. But, like usual, there was none.
It's a shame that Dean and Roman don't realize what they have in you. Or, rather, should I say 'had'. It seems like the situation with them has only gone from bad to worse, huh? Today, after the show, you would barely even look at them. Hell, I was pretty sure, at one point, you were ready to deck Roman. And the bastard deserves it. They both deserve it. After all, you would have to be blind to not realize how utterly perfect you are.
It's that beauty that I crave. I'll harness it, bottle it, and sit it on a shelf forever. You're a doll, Seth. That's all you are. To be admired from a far, never broken, abused, or hurt. And I'll have you. Dean and Roman don't deserve you, and if they come near you again, I'll show them just how far I'll go to make you mine. You'll have a new master soon enough, and I'll make you forget about those demons… after I wash the ring with their blood.
There was a knock at the door. Seth's heart started to beat against his rib cage, hammering so hard that he was sure that it would break through. He turned the flash light off. "Little piggy, little piggy, let me come in."
Seth wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He didn't have the voice to do so. Clambering off of the bed, he slid underneath it like a cowardly child. All that he could see was the small strip of light underneath the door just a few feet away. The man on the other side of the door was breathing heavily, almost obnoxiously so. Seth tried to quiet himself as much as possible, but his nerves made that nearly unmanageable.
"If you don't let me in…" there was a pause, and then his foot connected with the door and shook it to it's very foundation. A healthy crack appeared. "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll knock your door in."
Another kick. The door trembled, but stood strong. Another kick. Another. Another. Seth felt tears bubble in his eyes as more light from the hallway shone in, until finally, the hole was large enough for the man's monstrous paw to slide in and unlock the door. He lumbered inside, his large frame casting shadows all along the floor. That was when Seth saw the face of his attacker for the first time.
Seth screamed.