Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

The Enemy Of My Enemy

That night was easily the longest of my life and stretched right into the next day beyond it. For almost that whole time I was cuffed to the bed and under the watchful eye of Bray, Harper or Rowan who were obviously well-versed in the practise of abduction since they kept up a shift pattern that was impressively rehearsed.

The only moments I was allowed any freedom were when I was eating or else when I needed the bathroom. Not that I had much in the way of an appetite ormuch in the way of a chance to escape. The windows in the room were all locked firmly and the ones in the bathroom were shielded with bars.

Yeah, they had definitely done this before.

I slept on and off but woke each time startled either by a dream or a sound from the room. It was odd to find reality so much worse than a nightmare but each time my cried out eyes sprang open, sure enough, a different Wyatt was watching my every move. By the time I saw the first grey rays of daylight, I had to fight back tears of relief and although the morning was similarly as arduous, every second of torment carried me closer to Dean.

Tomorrow night.

That's what Bray had said in his video message and as far as I was concerned that could only mean one thing. Bray's big reveal would take place during Smackdown and that meant being in the same place as Dean. My heart skipped a beat just thinking about him and I clung to the thought of him whenever I couldn't breathe.

I didn't know how and I didn't know where he would, but the one thing I was sure of was that he would get me back. It was a concept that I was more than okay with, but as the daytime turned into the pale dusk of evening I couldn't help but feel a sudden stab of fear. Time was ticking on, pretty soon it would be show time yet neither Bray nor his minions had made so much as a move.

Oh god.

Was I wrong?

Was Bray not going to be taking me to Smackdown?

How would Dean find me if that was the case?

A million thoughts rushed through my jumbled headspace and threatened to deposit me right into a panic attack. My sorry little future flashed before my eyes and in each and every image I was handcuffed in a motel room with a Big Foot for a guard and no chance of escape. It was probably the reason that when Bray strode back in again, jangled the cuff keys and growling time to go that I promptly burst into hysterical tears of gratitude which stunned Harper so much that he took a step back. Bray however was not put off by histrionics and reached over to unwantedly paw at my hair,

"Don't cry Mockingbird, this is a good day – it's the day you find out who your friends really are."

Although the cuffs were removed from the headboard, they stayed in place around my wrists and to add to torment – or else for shits and giggles – they were joined by an actual blindfold as well. My heart froze solid at that little development and I jerked my head away from it as Bray brought it close,

"No, please. I don't want to, Bray – ,"

"Sssh Mockingbird, you're not one of us yet. We still have secrets we need to keep safe."

I baulked pretty openly at his inserting the word yet in there and then frowned at what kind of secrets he meant. As it turned out however, what he was referring to was how exactly the three of them got into the place and not just into the venueeither but physically into the middle of the ring.