Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Hush Little Baby

I woke up on my own curled up on a bed that belonged to a dirty and run-down looking room.

For the briefest of seconds I couldn't remember what had happened or why I was in such a horrible place and I absently wondered if I was back with Dean in the shabby little motel where the manager had dragged me off.

As I moved to shift up the bed there was a rattle of something metallic and it made me jump. It also happened at the exact same moment that I realized I couldn't properly move my hands.

Huh?

Glancing up, my stomach turned over and a ball of nausea rose in my throat. Securing me to the headboard and snapped around each wrist was a pair of handcuffs, trapping me tight. In a horrible moment it all came flooding back to me and as I remembered who took me, I gasped in fright.

"Wyatt."

No.

No way.

This couldn't be happening. I couldn't have actually been kidnapped by a cult. Even for wrestling standards it was crazy and I jerked at the cuffs and frantically pulled them as I tried everything I could think of to pry my hands loose. The more I pulled however, the less headway I made with them and as the realization that I was trapped filtered through to me I started to sob.

As in really, really sob.

It was a broken, frantic, panic-stricken crying and it wasn't very brave but I was too scared to be brave. I was trapped and alone and utterly helpless and it was so much more than I thought I could bear. I wanted my mother – I even wanted Hunter – but most of all I wanted him.

"Please," I whispered, "Please Dean, please."

It was a strange realization how much he had come to mean to me and although I had already confessed my love – on live television in front of my father – the fact it was Dean that I craved in that moment underlined to me how deep that love truly was. I wanted him, I needed him to put his arms around me, to hold me to his chest and tell me everything was alright. But for all I knew he was still in jail somewhere. Did he even know that I'd been kidnapped? Did Hunter know? How long had I been out?

Questions poured through my head like water and made me feel dizzy as I tugged at my cuffs. I was still weakly crying when the door clicked open and I instantly froze as my blood ran cold.

"Mockingbird, it's good to see you awake – you were starting to get me all kinds of worried."

I skittered back in horror.

Bray.

Bray Wyatt.

It was almost like a scene from a movie and he certainly had the villain part down. Not only had he kidnapped me but he was also grinning and – worryingly – eerily calm. He was acting like he had invited me for dinner and as he lumbered towards me I let out a scream,

"Help, somebody hel – ,"

I was stopped short as he hurriedly knelt down on the bed and clamped his hand across my mouth. My legs flashed out, trying to kick him but he shuffled in closer and pinned them beneath his hips. I was totally helpless and my heartbeat was so frantic that I wasn't sure how much longer it would last. Every atom of my embattled system screamed danger but I couldn't get away from the source.