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

One Hour Later

When Dean finally came around, his chest felt as if someone had beaten it with a Louisville Slugger and both of his arms felt weighted down by an invisible weight. Gingerly, he attempted to move first his right arm, then his left, but neither would move more than a few centimeters in either direction. Not knowing what to think or whether or not he should be afraid, he then tried his legs. Thankfully, they moved. When his vision was finally fully restored, he noticed with a sharp pang of relief that he was still fully clothed. So, he attacker hadn't done anything too terrible... yet.

Slowly, Dean allowed his eyes to flicker about the room, thankful that his vision had now been fully restored and that someone (probably his attacker) had finally turned on the lights. There was just something about the dark that made everything a little scarier. If he could see his attacker, look him straight in the eye... well, that would at least be some consolation to Dean. He shifted a bit, trying to make himself more comfortable, but immediately stopped when a horrific burning sensation tore up the right side of his chest. A broken rib, no doubt. That was just wonderful.

Dean allowed his eyes to fall closed and swallowed hard. His throat was raw and hurting, most likely swollen and red, and it took all of his willpower not to start coughing and re-aggravate his broken rib. After all, wasn't that what his attacker wanted? He wanted Dean incapacitated, unable to defend himself, and then and only then would he make his move. Dean only re-opened his eyes when a large hand slammed down on the wall, and Dean started, turning to his side with some difficulty to see Ryback grinning at him with that maniac grin. His eyes were absolutely detached.

"Oh, how nice of you to rejoin the land of the living, Dean." Ryback said. He came closer to the bed, frowning when Dean defiantly turned his head from him. "Now, Dean, you know that that won't do. And after I went through all that trouble to get you a glass of water to help your throat."

Dean felt like he was about to be sick. Was this how Seth felt when he was trapped with this monster for... how long? Dean didn't know and Seth didn't seem like he was about to tell. "I don't want any of your damn water." Dean rasped out.

"Pity." Ryback shrugged, before he promptly turned the glass over and splashed the icy water all over Dean's face.

Dean spluttered, caught between fending off the burning sensation in his eyes and spitting out the water that had managed to make it down his throat. The more he coughed, the more his arms pulled on those invisible bonds and sent painful sparks up and down his entire body. Ryback, uncaring, took him by the hair and pulled him forward. He smacked him harshly on the back, causing Dean to scream out in pain. His arms were crying 'uncle', and he could feel his left shoulder pop out of its socket. Once Ryback was sure that he wasn't choking, he let him fall back onto the pillow.

"Can't have you die on me." Ryback said with a sickly smile.

"Why not?" Dean asked. His eyes were narrow, filled with an unbelievable amount of pain. "Everyone else wants me dead, so why don't you just do everyone a favor and finish me off now?"

Ryback shrugged, climbing onto the bed and placing one knee on either of Dean's legs. Dean sucked in a harsh breath, but refused to grant the madman any sign of pain. "I've never been one to do what everyone else wants or expects me to, you know?"

Dean scowled, trying to reach out and scratch the cocky bastard, being unable to do so. "What the hell do you want with me?"

Ryback blinked, and then let out a startled little chuckle. "What do I want with you? You flatter yourself, Dean."

"Obviously you want something from me, otherwise you wouldn't have me incapacitated on my bed." Dean mumbled.

Ryback shook his head. "Even if I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me." Dean gave him a look that said 'try me'. The monster shrugged. "You're all a means to an end, don't you see it? If I wanted you or Roman, I would have taken you from the beginning. I want Seth."

Once again, Dean started to struggle. Once again, he immediately regretted it. "If you even think about touching him again, I'll kill you."

"I thought that he was the one that wanted you dead?" Ryback smirked, loving the way that Dean flinched as if he had been struck. "And he was mine before either of you even came into the picture. He's my submissive, not yours."

Dean was about to tell him off, to hell with the consequences, but Ryback cut him off. He started to weave an elaborate story about when he had first met Seth, when Seth was still a rookie on NXT, and how that had been when he first laid claim to the then-brunette. It had been quick and dirty in the bathroom stall, but Seth had loved every minute of it - after all, Seth was a dirty slut that didn't deserve anything better anyhow. Dean struggled against his bonds, ready to absolutely destroy the bastard. But every time he tried, the pain seemed to increase tenfold.

He claimed that they were in love, but Dean couldn't believe it. But then again, it had taken Seth so long to admit that he loved them... and when he thought about it like that, it didn't seem so far-fetched. He closed his eyes, squeezed them hard, but even in the blackness when he didn't have to look at Ryback, he could see what Ryback must've done to Seth. And Ryback's voice continued to drone on in the distance, summoning Dean back to the world of the living. He told him about the letters. He told him, in excruciating detail, about what he did to Seth. And then, what he did to Roman.

"...Seth will always come back to me. You and that beast, Roman... you mean nothing to him." Ryback said.

Dean met his eyes easily. "If you're so sure that we mean nothing to him, why did you attack Roman and then do this to me?"

Ryback looked over him with the air of a man who was proud of what he had done. Dean felt sick. "Why? Oh, that's a simple answer, Dean-O. I'm surprised someone as simple as you couldn't figure it out." Ryback smirked. "Punishment."

Dean scowled. "Seth hasn't done anything wrong. A good master doesn't punish their pet for not doing anything wrong." The bitter words dropped from his mouth before he could really think them through. "You shouldn't be punishing him."

"Oh, doll, who said that I was punishing him? I'm punishing you." And then the lights went out.

Roman frowned. He leaned against the far wall in the elevator, trying to block out the memories of Seth at the hospital. It hadn't been a pleasant experience to say the least. Seth had been an incoherent mess for most of the time and the doctors had asked all sorts of questions. Questions that Roman didn't really want to answer. Most of which had to do with Seth's injury, but a few that had to do with their sex life. Last time he checked, all Seth's parts were in perfect working order and that most certainly was not the reason they were in the hospital ER. It had been embarrassing and uncomfortable to say the least.

The elevator doors opened with an audible creak and Roman stumbled out, just wanting to get inside of his hotel room and go to bed. That bed had never looked more inviting, whether it was full or not. Roman walked down the hallway, distantly remembering that their hotel room was at the far end of the hallway. Under ordinary circumstances, he never would have noticed the streak of red (was that blood?) that dotted the wall. But these last few weeks had been far from ordinary. And he distantly remembered beating up Ryback, bloodying him, and that he would be staying in the same hotel as the two remaining Shield members...

Roman started to run before he even realized that he needed to. He skidded to a halt in front of the door to their hotel room, noticing with a small degree of fear that the door was standing open, swinging loosely on busted-up hinges. Whoever had broken in had really wanted to make sure that that door would open. Slowly, he entered the room, running his key-card over the sensor on the wall and waiting a few painfully slow seconds for the lights to come up. What he saw made his heart leap up into his chest. Dean, with a shirt haphazardly stuffed into his mouth, minus his pajama bottoms, about to be attacked by Ryback.

He didn't think, he just acted. And what happened after that, well...