The Shield One Shots Book 2!

The Collector Pt4/Ambrollins

 Dean Ambrose; one-third of The Shield, paced the small, glass room that had been his prison for the last three days now. As he paced he ran his hands over his face and through his hair, he was so angry, he wanted to punch something...no, he wanted to punch someone! He took a deep breath to calm down and stopped pacing, he looked at his two best friends...brothers and Shield stablemates Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins; Dean's boyfriend. They were separated by glass walls; Dean in the middle and a brother on either side of him, and thankfully, both were still sleeping. He was exhausted, but couldn't sleep, wanting to keep watch over his brothers, besides, sleeping meant nightmares of his brothers being tortured by the bastard who held them captive. They still had no idea who the bastard was that had them, other than the fact that he called himself The Collector. They had no idea what he wanted from them either and the worst part about it was the damn shock collars he made the three of them wear; he used them to keep them under his control.

 Suddenly, without warning or a reason all three of their collars went off, Dean instantly dropped to his knees in pain, while Seth and Roman woke up to the pain. All three cried out, the charge had definitely been turned up, there was nothing they could do, except wait for it to stop. Seconds later it finally stopped, Dean rolled onto his back, as Seth and Roman did the same on their beds. No one spoke as the room was filled with the blinding, white light that always signaled Collector's arrival, they heard the lock and door open, before the sound of footsteps was heard.

 "I'm sorry for the wakeup call this morning, gentlemen, but I wanted to talk to you before I had to leave and handle some business."

 "You going to let us go, asshole?" Dean asked angrily, as he slowly sat up.

 "Mr. Ambrose, I've warned you already about your language. Do I really need to give you a reminder?" Collector warned.

 "Go ahead, asshole, I'm starting to get used to it." Dean replied smiling, as he leaned against the glass, looking at him.

 Suddenly, Roman and Seth began crying out in pain again, as Collector shocked them, instead of Dean. Furious, he quickly got to his feet and staring at Collector, he began banging on the glass, yelling at him to stop.

 "Enough, dammit! Stop hurting them, it's me you want, not them!"

 "One way or another, Mr. Ambrose, you three will learn to respect and obey me!" Collector said sighing, as the collars turned off again.

 "I promise you, when we get out of here, we're going to..."

 "Be careful, Mr. Ambrose, do you really want to finish that sentence?"

 "What did you want to talk to us about?" Dean demanded, trying to stay calm for the sake of his brothers.

 "For starters, this oversleeping cannot continue, it's not healthy to sleep all the time."

 "And keeping us locked up in cages like animals, with shock collars, is dammit?" Dean said bitterly.

 "We really need to work on your anger, Dean." Collector said sighing.

 "I can think of one way to do that." Dean replied smirking.

 "Easy, Dean, remember who you're talking to!" Collector warned. "When I get back we're going to have a chat about my rules, while I'm gone though, I want you three to be good boys and eat all your breakfast."