[A/N] Warning: Violence and rape. If you are uncomfortable with these type of scenes please do not read any further. I'm sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter and I'm not going to blab excuses. But I have to mention Cal-Wills, since the rape scene on this chapter was inspired by a certain hot one-shot she wrote. Credits to Cal-Wills. Hope you enjoy. Please do review. [A/N]
"You left me for John Cena?!" A voice filled with hatred was heard dangerously close to Randy's ear, behind him.
Shit.
Randy swallowed thickly. While his mind screamed 'No!' Randy turned around to face Glenn. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he felt like he always knew that he was going to get it sooner or later. He took in Glenn's blood-shot eyes and the dark rims around them which clearly showed so many emotions. Rage, betrayal, hurt, love, desperation...he could go on and on. And the look he had on his eyes reminded Randy of one more thing. The day he got almost killed by Glenn. Heart hammering in his chest, Randy parted his lips to apologize for what he had done.
But the only thing he let out was a pain filled cry. Glenn had gripped his upper arm tightly and was now dragging Randy forcefully towards a limo which was parked further away from the club. The grip on his arm tightened as Randy tried to free himself from it, and it only became a matter of seconds until it made a bruise. Randy whimpered, yanking his arm again and again to get away.
"Please, Glenn... Please let me go," tears were filled in his eyes from pain which was caused by the bruise on his arm. "Please."
"Shut up!" Glenn slapped Randy so hard that he stumbled on his own footstep and fell on the ground. Randy touched his cheek with his free hand and felt it sting, the sting worsening into a throb when the tears ran down on the cheek. He kicked Glenn's leg, a sad attempt to earn some time to run away, but he was rewarded with a punch to the same cheek he was slapped seconds ago. Another cry filled the air. Cursing, Glenn clamped Randy's mouth shut with his hand and stepped on his left foot, snapping the ankle bone so he couldn't run away. Randy clawed Glenn's hand on his mouth as his ankle burned but it did no good as he had no long cat-like nails like women has.
Glenn picked him up from the ground and threw his body on his shoulder, carrying him. Randy ignored the stabbing pain on his ankle and began to fight Glenn, but less strong than before. Glenn reached to the limo and opened the door, throwing Randy inside onto the floor. The slender man yelped as his back hit the rough car floor but quickly recovered from it and cowered away from Glenn and curled into a ball against the seat, touching the harmed ankle like he was trying to protect it. Something inside Glenn ignited at the sight of the younger man, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was since the flaming anger has taken over his mind and body.
The only thing he had in his mind was to hurt Randy, to make him feel the pain he has been suffering from what Randy did to him. Glenn was actually trying to make both his and Randy's life to an advanced level, but his supposed-to-be-lover has been lusting after another man the whole time. As another wave of rage swirled down his body, Glenn looked over to see the driver staring at them with wide eyes, his fingers on the Dial button in his phone. Glenn grabbed a handful of money from his bag on the seat and chucked them at the driver. "You saw nothing."
For a moment the driver seemed to be paralyzed, but after Glenn shot a death glare he put his phone back in his pocket and eagerly picked up dollar notes that were strewn everywhere. Smirking, he sent a smirk on Glenn's way before jumping out of the car and heading towards the club. Glenn waited until the man enter the club before turning to Randy. He looked so tiny, whispering to himself and staring at Glenn with wide fearful eyes. He started to tremble as Glenn closed the door behind him and edged closer to Randy, a predatory look on his face.
"I-I can ex-" he tried again, his voice cracking with fear as he put a hand in front of him as if to stop Glenn coming closer.
"Explain what? That you're a slut? That you're a whore? How many times did you let him fuck you while we were still together? I never thought about you being with Cena until I heard you two in the bathroom today," he spat. "I kept my mouth shut everytime I saw you spend time with him and you friends rather than me. I kept my mouth shut when I noticed that you two have been sharing a room while on the hotel. I kept my mouth shut when I saw you giving him looks that I didn't quite understand even when we were still a couple...until today."
Tears flowed freely down his face as Randy breahed slowy to ease the pain that was clenching his heart. "I didn't sleep with him," he whimpered out, voice barely audible.
"You're still... a virgin?" Glenn seemed to be surprised for a moment before his lips curved into a cruel smirk.
Fuck.
"I'm going to make you feel what I felt from what you did to me. I'm going to break you. I going to tear you apart. I'm going to hurt you so much that you won't be able to heal forever," Glenn seethed. Randy placed his hands on his ears to make the hateful words go away, a childish gesture it was.
He pulled Randy closer to him by yanking the hurt ankle. Randy cried out again and clutched his leg but Glenn slapped his hands away and hovered over him. He growled, landing punch after punch on the bruised cheek and elbowed his ribs. Ignoring the cracking sound, he elbowed the ribs again and again until he noticed Randy's eyes drifting close to unconsciousness. He squeezed the sprained ankle, "you're not blacking out on me, bitch."
Randy hit Glenn's chest and wriggled weakly, only to be elbowed on the broken ribs. He gasped as the air swooshed from his lungs and his body began to curl, but Glenn yanked off his shirt and took his wrists pinning them above Randy's head. Randy kicked his legs and one of them hit Glenn's groin. There wasn't time to regret what he had done. His gift was a broken wrist and a head slam against the floor. Randy felt his jeans being yanked off from his body but he could do nothing as the pain overwhelmed him. His throat was sore from crying it hurt, it hurt so much that he wished to die.
Randy turned his head slowly to see Glenn lubing his huge erection and whimpered. Glenn snickered and moved so his length was right in front of Randy's face. "Open your mouth." Randy shook his head and pursed his lips as tight as he can. But Glenn cupped his bruised jaw and squeezed, and Randy's mouth jerked open from the throbbing pain which gave a chance to Glenn to shove his cock down Randy's throat.
"Don't you dare bite me slut," he warned before releasing Randy's reddened wrists only to grab his head for support. Randy hit Glenn's arms repeatedly but was no close to winning. Glenn pushed himself all the way he can and groaned, feeling the tight little mouth of Randy. He wondered how much tight his virgin hole would be, if his mouth was this much tight on him. He began to thrust, wondering whether what Randy said was true. After all, he had been lying to Glenn the whole time. But Randy had been so strict about having sex, like he was afraid to loose it. Sometimes he had wondered if the rules had been only for Glenn.
Randy choked on his own spit as Glenn began to abuse his mouth with his shaft. He gagged but concentrated on his teeth. He was beyond tempted to bite Glenn and that that would earn a chance to run away, but how could he run? His ankle was sprained and his ribbs were broken. Thrusting deeper, Glenn groaned at the sensation and pumped into his mouth contnuing to ignore the muffled cries.
After what felt like an eternity Glenn pulled out, satisfied with the spit on his length which he would use as lube. Randy's jaws throbbed with dull pain and he was close to faint, but he alert enough to cry out as he saw Glenn straddle him. Glenn spread Randy's legs and moved closer, discarding the thought of getting Randy's tight rose bud ready for the pounding.
"Please Glenn... stop... I'm begging-"
"You sure must be begging to have me inside you, slut," Glenn cut out the plead with a vicious look and shoved his erection inside Randy. Randy let out a one last scream of pure agony as Glenn began to slam into him roughly, tearing tissues inside his hole and went silent, eyes rolling to the back of his head. No more sounds came from his throat except the agonizing hisses.
He let his arms fall beside him as he felt his body going numb and stopped fighting. He was too weak to fight a larger and stronger man like Glenn. He knew he had lost. He had lost everything. When John finds out about this, he would surely leave Randy. Leave because after this he would become a useless piece of trash.
Pain clouded his mind and it took over Randy's body. Glenn pounded hard in and out of him, moaning disgustingly as he felt Randy's insides grip his length. He didn't care if Randy was unresponsive, he had accomplished his target. He took the one most precious thing that Randy had been protecting since forever.
Shooting his seeds inside Randy, Glenn carelessly pulled out of him with a popping sound. Acting as though the blood and semen that were flowing out of Randy was invisible, he dressed. His anger has not yet disappeared, but it was dim. His hands itched to make more pain to Randy, but he gritted his teeth and picked up the strewn clothes, dressing up the limp man, taking him to his arms.
John was again on the dance floor, dancing his life out to the hip hop beat. This was one of his favorite songs. He was happy. His life was perfect and he had everything he wished for. Good friends, a well-paid job, a handsome lover… it was perfect. He laughed out loud seeing Ted and Cody grinding among other people who were dancing. Some were giving them lustful looks and some were giving them dirty looks. Randy was right. They could have kept their hands off each other until they went to the hotel.
John was also waiting until going to his hotel room. What he would do to Randy…
Randy.
Where was he?
His eyes searched for a sight of his lover. His eyes ran over the crowds to find a familiar glimpse of Randy. But he couldn't. He frowned and stopped dancing, moving out to find Kofi still alone.
"Where's Randy?" His voice was harsh, but he couldn't help it.
"Um… he was here…." Kofi seemed to have nothing to say. Frustrated, John sighed and went to check the bathroom. When he found it empty his frown deepened, an uncomfortable feeling in the pitch of his stomach. When he went back to Kofi he seemed more alert of what was happening, he had even called out Ted and Cody.
All of them had concerened and worried looks on their faces and ody was bouncing on his feet. He did that whenever he was major worried about Randy. The weird sensation in his stomach became worse when Ted said that Randy's phone was not working. They had searched the whole club and even the V.I.P. section for Randy. He didn't know why, but a feeling of horror clenched his heart. Where did Randy disappeared to?
Oh, right. He said he was going out to take some fresh air. He checked the time on his phone and noticed it was 2 a.m. It had been hours since Randy took off. Without saying anything, he stormed off the club to outside. The wind somehow felt colder than usual as if it was trying to warn John about an unknown danger. He looked everywhere but he didn't see Randy.
He called out his name a several times but no response was heard. The others did the same, Ted continuously trying to contact Randy via the phone. When another cold wind hit him, he immediately turned to the directon it came from. He didn't know if he was going crazy, but he started walking towards where his body was heading. As he walked more, dread started to fill his heart. His fists were clenched and he gritted his teeth, ignoring the calls from the others as he headed to nowhere.
Suddenly he stopped. His whole body began to tremble as his heart squeezed with pain. He couldn't move, he was glued to the spot as he saw what was lying a few feet away from him. He placed his hand over his mouh to muffle the cry of pain hich waved from his heart at the sight of Randy's limp body under a tree.
He silently cried as the others neared him asking what was wrong. He kept his eyes on Randy. It was Kofi who had noticed it first. He cursed and ran over to Randy, crouching down and checking his pulse. His sigh of relief was what told John that Randy was alive. He sank to his knees as Cody hugged him tightly, bringing the smaller man down with him. Ted had already called an ambulance and silent tears were running down his face.
John returned the embrace and clung to Cody. His heart leapt as Randy's head moved slightly towards him. He opened his icy blue eyes, mouthing only two words for John.
"I'm sorry."
