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

"Well, well, well... it looks like I've found a little birdie sitting all by his lonesome." Seth felt a cold shiver chase down his spine as he realized whose voice that belonged to. He barely had the chance to turn around before Ryback clamped a hand over his mouth. "Ah, ah, ah... no running this time."

Seth was screaming behind the hand, clawing at Ryback's meaty paw with dull fingernails. Ryback only laughed at the two-toned man's efforts.

Ryback pouted, attempting to look genuinely hurt - but failing miserably. "You don't seem so excited to see me, Sethie. Have I upset you somehow? If I did, I genuinely didn't mean it. You... You, Seth, are my number one priority. You're all that I care about." Ryback offered emphatically.

Seth was kicking now, the screaming never ceasing, even as his throat went raw. Ryback, not pleased, promptly knocked Seth off of the fence. "Ah!"

Within seconds of tumbling over, Seth promptly hit his head on the sidewalk and blacked out. Ryback watched with a sick grin. "Oh, how clumsy of me..."

There was a sizeable pool of blood gathering behind Seth's head, slowly spreading and seeping into the concrete sidewalk. Ryback hopped the fence, before grabbing Seth by the arm and leg and hoisting him over his shoulders, much like he would've had they been in the ring and he was preparing for his Finisher - Shell Shocked. Seth's body was limp and lifeless in his arms, his head bouncing against Ryback's left shoulder blade as the monster started walking. About one hundred yards from the hotel, he had parked an inconspicuous looking white SUV. Using the electronic start function, he made the back door slide open and tossed Seth inside.

Seth's body was spread out across the gray leather seats, one arm underneath his head and the other dangling off the side of the seat. One foot was in-between the headrests of the two backseats, while the other dangled listlessly a few inches above the floor. Ryback stared at him for several moments, thankful that his plan had been so successful. After a few seconds of contemplation, he decided not to try and buckle him into the seat. After all, one wrong bump could suffocate him, and Ryback simply couldn't have that. For his plan to work, he needed Seth to be very much alive. Right now, he was weakened, but still alive.

Closing the door, he came around to the front driver's side and climbed inside. Before turning on the SUV, he offered a cursory glance around the parking lot, making sure that nobody was around to see anything suspicious. He was already a wanted man, and he didn't need another charge of kidnapping added onto his list of offences. Once he deemed himself in the clear, he turned on the SUV and carefully pulled out, before tearing down the street. There wasn't any time to waste. If he could get out of town before the trial (while this would only make his charges become considerably worse), it would eventually delay the inevitable.

"Just hold on, Sethie," Ryback said, before hitting a series of speed humps particularly hard, "Hold on, and I'll take you so far away from those two bastards, you'll never have to worry about them again." He offered the two-toned man a grisly smile, and then turned his attention back to the road.

Seth awoke to find himself handcuffed to the bed, not unlike the first time that he had been in Ryback's hold. But, unlike that time, he wasn't gagged or blindfolded. Instead, he sat Indian-style on the bed, facing the door to the hotel room. Ryback sat on a chair by the door, peeling off the last remnants of the disguise that he had used to obtain a room. The hotel didn't exactly seem all that high-end, so it probably wasn't incredibly difficult to fake his way into a room. Once Ryback saw that he was awake, that grisly, unsettling smile returned.

"I wasn't expecting you to be awake so soon." The honesty in his tone was almost believable... almost. "How are you feeling?"

Seth had to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to violently cuss him out, because that was what he wanted him to do. "I feel like shit. How do you expect me to feel, with this bloody crater on the top of my head?" Since he couldn't move his arms, he jammed his shoulder in the general direction of the wound.

"Oh, don't be such a drama queen. You're still alive, aren't you? And really, in the end, isn't that all that matters?" Ryback's voice had suddenly turned romantic.

Brown eyes narrowed at the monster in the corner, who was just now showing the true depths of his delusion. "What the hell do you want with me?"

A broken, almost hurt laugh. "You wound me, Seth. I would've thought that that would be obvious by now."

As if to answer him, Seth yanked his wrists toward his body, causing the entire bed to give an exhausted creak. If he really wanted to, he could tear the entire bed apart. "Obviously, it isn't. And if you're not going to tell me, let me go home. I have better things to do and better people to be with."

Ryback placed a hand over his 'broken' heart... or, at least, where his heart should have been. "And after all that I've done for you..."

"You haven't done shit for me." Seth boldly proclaimed. When Ryback remained silent, Seth spat, "Out with it already!"

Reaching behind him, Ryback took out a small box and tossed it in Seth's direction. It landed on the bed, just a few inches from Seth's crossed legs. At first glance, it seemed like any other box. It was dark blue in color, and incredibly small - common characteristics of a ring box. A deathly cold came over Seth, then. A ring box. All of the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, but they didn't form a picture that he was particularly fond of. Seth knew exactly what was in the box, and suddenly, he wasn't so anxious for Ryback to just come out and say what he was going to say.

Suddenly, Ryback rose out of his chair, taking out the key to Seth's handcuffs and unlocking his left wrist. He then shifted Seth's lethargic body so that he was facing the side of the bed, and grabbed the ring box. Falling down on one knee, he opened the ring box and displayed the contents inside. As it turned out, the box contained both a necklace and a ring. The ring was a simple silver band with four moissanite stones surrounding one five karat diamond, and the necklace was a simple silver band with a dog tag that was inscribed: Forever your husband, your lover, your submissive.

Ryback nervously cleared his throat, before pushing the box a little closer toward Seth. "I'm not really good with words... But... You mean... You mean a lot to me... and... Oh, who the hell am I kidding? Marry me!"

Seth blinked. Even if he knew that it was coming, it still came as quite a shock. "I don't know what to say." Hell, he knew exactly what to say. But he had a feeling telling Ryback 'no' wouldn't be a positive influence on his survival.

"You say 'yes'." Ryback quickly supplied. "Just say 'yes'... And everything goes back to normal."

But Seth knew better. If he said 'yes', and Ryback forced him to elope, he couldn't be forced to testify against Ryback in court. After all, it's hard to prove you kidnapped your own husband. Ryback would play the two off each other - marry me or die. "I don't -,"

Ryback subtly pulled back his sweatshirt, showing a hint of silver that Seth knew was a gun. "I'd think very carefully about your decision, Seth."

But Seth caught a hint of silver out of the corner of his eye as well... a Swiss Army knife on the bedside table. He looked back and forth between the threat to his life and the possible solution, and opened his mouth to answer.