Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Kidnapping, Threats, Possible Non-Con, etc.

The letter read:

Good job, Sethie. You're just lucky that Sheamus' boot didn't hit that pretty little head of yours a little harder, or else it would have knocked it clean off. For once, you've proven yourself worthy to be my submissive. I'll admit, I had my doubts. However, you have served me well. If only you could see your two precious masters now! They resemble animals, kid. Animals in heat, ready to break down and claim the first twink that crosses their path. You mean nothing to them.

I don't know why you would want to go back there, sweetheart. It's clear that they don't love you and I doubt that they ever did. I'm the only one that will ever love you. And after your match tonight, I think that you deserve to be rewarded. Come back to the hotel room where I brought you earlier today – and if you don't, well, let's just say that that will make me feel a lot less guilty about dishing out Lesson Number Two. You have a half an hour, boy. Don't make me wait.

"Good boy. For a while there, I wasn't sure that you'd make it." He walked over to Seth, who kept his eyes averted to the floor. "Why won't you look at me, Seth? Are you afraid of me, boy?"

Seth swallowed hard, tears streaking down his face. His two-toned locks fell down in front of his face, but he remained silent. A firm hand raked across his cheek and he saw stars. "Ouch!" It was all he could say.

"When I ask you a fucking question, I want you to answer me, boy! Do you understand me? I want a fucking answer and I want it now!" He screamed into his face. He screamed until his face turned red.

"N-No." Seth stuttered. "N-No, sir. I'm not afraid of you." He remembered how Dean and Roman had trained him. "I'm just a little… startled, that's all. I'm not afraid of you." He repeated with trepidation.

A meaty hand took hold of his chin and yanked him forward, tilting his head back. "Then you look me in the eye when I speak to you. I don't want to punish you, Sethie."

Like hell you don't. You want to hurt me. No, you love to hurt me. Seth's mind screamed at him. Instead, he offered, "I know that, sir. And I do not mean to force you to feel the need to punish me."

The man smiled, but it was twisted, demented. Still holding Seth's face in his hand, his hold hard but firm, he led Seth over to the bed and tossed him down onto the flimsy mattress. Immediately, fear turned Seth's blood to ice. Terror caused him to choke on his own saliva and the tears bubbled over, streaking down his tanned cheeks. The man's smile never faltered. He started to rid Seth of his clothes, steadfastly ignoring the tears on his face.

He stroked Seth's hair, attempting to console him in his own twisted way. It was obvious that the man felt no remorse for his actions. If he did, he would have seen that Seth was clearly uninterested and he would have stopped by now. But now, Seth was naked. Laid out on the mattress in all his glory, the tears came faster now. He wailed as he clawed at the blankets, attempting to crawl to the head of the bed and put some distance between himself and his attacker. It didn't work.

His disobedience only made his attacker angrier. Hooking his meaty hands around Seth's ankles, he pulled him back down until he flopped back into his original position. Fingers trailed over the messy scabs on the bottoms of Seth's feet, and occasionally, his assailant would smack the tender flesh. Seth sobbed, biting his bottom lip bloody. It was only made worse when the man started to touch him in a reverent, almost intimate manner. He felt like he was about to be violently ill.

"Now, Sethie, won't you purr for me? Don't tell me that you don't like this. I know that you do." He slurred in what was meant to be a seductive manner. It just made Seth sick.

"Please, don't do this. You don't have to do this. I… I promise, if you let me walk away now, I won't tell anybody. I won't tell anybody who you are. You have my word." Seth's words mashed together as he prayed to be left alone.

"You want to know the truth, Sethie my boy?" That devilish smirk had returned. An open palm struck Seth across the face.

Seth looked at him, tears streaming down his pretty face. It didn't break the demon at all.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Seth's ear. "I don't trust a single word out of your pretty fucking mouth."

Taking hold of Seth's two-toned hair, he forced Seth onto his stomach and knocked the wind out of his lungs. He left Seth spluttering, smiling as he watched him cough blood onto the mattress. Seth continued to sob, barely able to breathe. But his submissive instincts kicked in, his mind recalling Roman's strong, bulky body over his. The power dynamic between them had been incredible. And Seth had so loved to feel Roman's body over his…

He relaxed against the bloody, sweaty mattress. It wasn't really relaxation, no. It was more a comatose state. He just couldn't fight him off anymore. His body, his brain… it had betrayed him. He barely even registered the clothes flying off of the man's body. The sickness returned when the man's large frame settled over his own, because it wasn't Roman and it would never be Roman. Never again. All he wanted to do was lay there and die.

"Just relax, Sethie my boy." The man purred. His slimy hands raked all over Seth's back, attempting to 'soothe' him. "I promise, it'll only hurt a little bit…"

The man left Seth in the early hours of the morning. He didn't know where his destination was and, to be honest, he really didn't care. Curling up into a ball in the middle of the bed, he allowed his eyes to fall closed. He tried to blank his mind. If his mind was blank, then he wouldn't remember what that bastard did to him. But if he forgot, then that would mean that this… that he had accepted this. And he would never be able to say that he 'accepted' what that bastard did to him.

Unfortunately, there was another letter on the bed beside him. He stared at it, all of the words blurring together. The last thing he wanted to do was read it, but he knew that he had to. If he didn't follow the letter to a tee, then he would be punished. Not that his reward wasn't a punishment in its own right. He had taken Seth. He had broken him down and he had taken him until Seth just couldn't do it anymore. The last three rounds, he hadn't even been hard. It had been absolutely awful.

"I-I'm sorry." Seth spluttered. He didn't know who he was apologizing to, as he was alone in the room, but it still took a weight off his chest to have the words out in the open. Oh God, there weren't words to describe how sorry he was.

Stretching out, barely feeling the burn in his back, his ass… all over his body… he took hold of the letter and read it over. His heart sank. No. Hell, no. He could never… But then, he didn't have a choice. His attacker was bigger than Roman and certainly bigger than Dean. He'd decimate them in a second and then what would Seth do? At least, this way, he could still see them occasionally. He had to be an ass to them, sure, but he could see them safe and sound.

He rolled onto his back and whispered one last time, "God, I'm so sorry." And then, clutching the letter to his chest, he closed his eyes and tried his best to fall asleep.