Stockholm Syndrome (Seth Rollins x Reader)

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The next morning, you woke up early and started cooking a high-protein breakfast for Seth. Usually, people who work out a lot need to eat a certain amount of protein to preserve muscles when the body is hungry.

You then got a large glass of water and placed some utensils on a tray along with the breakfast and the water. You then took a quick look in the mirror and fixed your appearance. You grabbed the tray, balancing it against your hip as you walked to the door that led to the basement. You carefully opened it and made your way down.

Seth was asleep but quickly woke up when he heard you. You placed the tray down on the table and he looked at it skeptically. "You need to eat - so please, don't scream. I doubt anyone will be able to hear you anyway," you told him, gently taking the ball gag off of him.

"Do you want some water?" you asked and he let out a laugh. Right. Whoops. "It's not spiked," you told him. "Like I'm going to believe that," he muttered under his breath. You let out a small sigh and nodded your head, "I don't blame you." You then took a big drink of the water, Seth watching your every move.

"If it is spiked, do you think I would drink it?" you asked. Seth's expression now changed from caution to thirst and hunger. You held the cup of water to his lips and he tilted his head back, letting it pour into his mouth as he graciously drank the entire glass.

He let out a breath when he was finished as you pulled the glass away. A few droplets trickled down his beard. You then grabbed the utensils and began feeding Seth the breakfast. He didn't realize how hungry he was - the adrenaline of the situation that he was currently in distracting him from that.

He finished the breakfast pretty quickly. "Are you still hungry?" you asked him. He shook his head no, diverting his gaze away from you. "Would you like some more water?" He didn't answer, which you took as a yes.

"I'll be right back," you told him, going upstairs and getting some more water. When you returned, you did the same as before, taking a drink first so that Seth would feel better about taking a sip. When he realized that the second cup wasn't spiked, he drank the entire thing as well.

You set the glass down and then sat in the chair across from Seth. "How long are you going to keep me tied up down here?" he asked you. Your heart sped up a little as you leaned forward in your chair, resting your elbows on your knees.

"I don't know," you replied honestly, letting out a sigh as you looked down towards the ground. "You don't know?" Seth asked, sounding frustrated. "It's not like I planned for this to happen," you stated, holding his stare now. "You had roofies, leather straps, and a ball gag at the ready. How did you not plan for this to happen?" he questioned.

You let out a sigh, rubbing your hand over your face. "None of that stuff is mine," you admitted. He rose an eyebrow as he looked at you. "So, what happened with you and Becky?" you asked him, trying to change the subject.

He clenched his jaw - no response. "Okay, what about the Shield? What made you guys get back together?" you questioned, trying to get him to open up more about himself. "What made you decide to kidnap someone?" he snapped back. You were taken aback as you fumbled for the right words, for any words. "I - there's just a lot that you don't know about me," you stated, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks.

"Well then tell me. Help me understand what in your mind made you think anything about this was a good idea," he stated, frustrated. You took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling it as images of your past began to flash through your mind. He deserved to know.

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"Sweetie, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I'm so sorry," your aunt told you, tears streaming down her face as they poured down yours. "Did he ever, you know, hurt you?" she asked, looking at the bruises that covered your arms.

"Only when I made him mad," you replied plainly. "I think he really loved you and your mom. He just wasn't the same person anymore," she told you. "Yeah, loved her so much that he murdered her in cold blood and then shot himself," your uncle muttered under his breath. "Hey!" your aunt warned him, glaring at him.

His expression softened when he saw you, new tears falling at his words. "Your dad saw a lot of things in the military, he was a prisoner of war - really rough around the edges, and sometimes, especially when he was drinking, he let those memories get the best of him. He got angry and took it out on you and your mom. I'm just so glad you were staying with us that night - the thought of him taking your life like he took your moms is unbearable," your uncle explained.

You were only seven years old when news of your parents' murder-suicide hit the headlines. You didn't fully understand what had happened at that age but now it haunted you every day. When you got older you realized you never wanted to be as vulnerable as your mother was to your father. You wanted to be able to protect yourself.

You began training - getting in the best shape of your life. You learned how to wrestle and you got really good at it. You were quickly climbing your way to the top of the ranks - your name getting further and further out there.

You had gotten offers from many different professional wrestling companies, finally agreeing to join one called Total Nonstop Action. That's where you met your first love - Jeremy Cage nicknamed the Mass Murderer for his ability to take down five men by himself. He was so sweet to you and your relationship held romance that you had only dreamt of before.

You believed that you had found your soulmate - the one person that you were going to spend the rest of your life with. But, the less popular he grew, the angrier he got. He kept you tied in the basement of your shared house, tied in leather straps to a chair. He slipped roofies into your system on a regular basis and kept you silent with a ball gag.

You were only allowed to get up when you had to go the bathroom and even then he kept you handcuffed. The only thing you were allowed to do was watch TV. Every week at the same time he allowed you to watch TV and turned on WWE. 

That was the best part of your week when you got to see your favorite wrestler - Seth Rollins. He gave you hope that you would get through the current situation you were in. It took months of you being tied down for family members to realize something was up. They sent a welfare check to your house and when the police found out what was happening, they arrested Jeremy. But, you were never the same.

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"You wanted to know," you stated, standing up from the chair, a tear falling down your cheek. "I'm sorry," Seth said softly, feeling guilty as you made your way back up the stairs, unable to continue any conversation at the current moment.