Randy wasn't hanging from the ceiling anymore, so the fact that his shoulders were getting a break was the only good thing about his current situation. He was on the cold, dirty floor, shaking from fear because he knew that Mark and James were going to come back at any minute. "John," he said as he tried to push himself up to his feet. "/home , we got to get out of here. We can' stay here anymore."
John just looked up at him with tired, pained eyes. He looked so broken that it broke Randy's heart. Taking a deep breath, Randy managed to get up to his feet and stumble into the one window that was in the room. He smacked his fist against the glass as hard as he could, not even thinking about the fact that there were still bars he would have to try to pull apart if he managed to break the glass. He just knew that he needed to tak John and get out of there and send help for the others.
"Randy?" John said in a shaky voice.
"What?" Randy said, looking back at his friend.
"They're not going to kill us any time soon," John said miserably. He tried to sit up but quickly stopped because he was too sore from the rapes he had endured earlier. "They're just going to draw this out for as long as they can."
Randy nodded. "Yeah, they're sick bastards like that. But the longer they draw this out, it could lead to them making a mistake and--"
John shook his head. "They're too good at this. They're not going to make a mistake."
"You don't know that."
"Maybe not for sure, but come on Randy! Look at our situation! Evan's dead and it's only a matter of time before the rest of us join him." John covered his face with his hands and let out a choked sob. "Fuck, we are so fucking screwed!"
Randy hugged John tightly, unable to find the words that would comfort the distressed man. There's got to be a way for us to get out of this, he told himself, despite the fact that he was becoming more and more certain that they were doomed to die horrible and painful deaths. There's got to be something we can do that we just haven't thought of yet.
"Aw look at that Marky! That is just way too cute for words."
"Ugh. That might be cute to you Lawson, but I think they need to knock that mushy shit off."
Randy turned around to see James and Mark standing in the doorway. He got to his feet, ready to stand his ground even though there really wasn't any point. He couldn't take both of the giant psychos on at once. It wasn't physically possible. But he didn't want to show as much fear as he actually felt for them. He had to at least try to stay somewhat strong, even if it was just for John's sake at this point.
James laughed. "Look at him Marky. He's trying to be defiant." He bounced up and down happily, which was just plain creepy to watch.
Mark took a step towards Randy, who had one hell of a time not running back and begging for mercy. Mark was a very scary looking man. Not that James wasn't (because he definitely was), but Mark's eyes were so much colder and merciless than James's were. Randy honestly believed that if James wasn't so intent on playing with him and John, Mark would have probably killed them both already.
"You think you're brave boy?" Mark asked, his voice low and cold. "Huh? You think you've got balls for looking at us like that?"
John whimpered in fear. Randy gulped and quickly shook his head. It was quickly becoming apparent that not backing down was going to cost him in a very big way.
Mark scowled and backhanded Randy across the face so hard that it sent the younger man down to his knees. "Stupid little bitch," the murderer growled. "Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? Huh?"
Randy put his hand up to his lip, which was now bleeding. "I'm nobody," he muttered, hoping to God that's what the larger man wanted to hear.
Mark nodded. "Damn right you're nobody." He punched Randy in the face so hard that it made Randy cry out in pain. That cry of pain actually made Mark smile, and he kicked the younger man in the ribs several times so he could hear it again and again.
"Don't close your eyes Johnny!" James scolded. He grabbed Mor by his long dark locks and yanked back until the helpless man opened his eyes. "Look at this. Look at Marky play with your little boyfriend."
Neither Randy or John tried to deny that they were dating. What was the point? It wasn't like that fact actually mattered. What mattered was that Mark was angry and James was ready to play, neither of which were good things by any means.
Mark grabbed Randy by the back of the neck and hauled him back up to his feet. "What do you think we should do with him Lawson? Should we gut him and feed him to the dogs?"
"Yeah," James agreed. He got his knife out of his pocket and waved it around. "I think that's exactly what we should do."
"No!" Randy yelled, struggling wildly to get out of Mark's grip. "No please! Please don't please--"
Mark let go of Randy's neck so he could hold his arms behind his back. James ran the tip of the knife up and down Randy's body, just barely scratching him. Randy froze and squeezed his eyes shut. His whole body was shaking in fear. He could hear John crying and pleading with James and Mark not to do it, but when he tried to start begging again, the words got stuck in his throat. He was too scared to even try to save his own ass. All he wanted to do at the moment was throw up.
James suddenly began to laugh. "We're just kidding Randy. We're not going to do that...yet anyway."
Randy slowly opened his eyes. The relief he felt for having the knife not on him anymore was ruined by now having the knowledge of just how exactly he was going to die. He stared at James, who had pocketed his knife and was now grinning insanely at him. "You're cute when you're all afraid. Did you know that Randy?"
Randy gulped. He didn't like the way James said that.
Mark began running his fingertips all over Randy's body. He shivered, still naked from when he had been forced to rape John. He could feel Mark's groing being pressed up against his ass and judging from what was now poking him, what was coming next was more than obvious. "You know, we've spent so much time playing with the twink over on the bed, we haven't given you proper attention yet Randy," Mark said, attempting to sound seductive but coming off more as fucking terrifying. "And now I feel like we need to make it up to you."
"Oh God," Randy groaned, his knees buckling at the thought of what they wanted to do to him. He had watched them rape John and he knew how badly they could hurt him. And I've never been fucked before...oh shit, I am in so much trouble...
Mark shoved him back down to his knees roughly. James began unbuckling his jeans, smirking at the fearful look in Randy's eyes. John tried to sit up again, this time not giving up just because it hurt. "Don't," John said, his voice strained and weak. "Please--"
"Shut up you stupid fuck," James ordered. He hit John across the face hard enough to make his head fly back violently. "Or you're going to be the one on your knees again."
John whimpered and Randy hated James even more, which he hadn't thought to be possible because he had grown to hate the psycho with every fiber of his being. James saw the look on his face and rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that look you stupid bitch. You're going to make me want to slap it off you." He freed his dick from his pants and shoved it right in Randy's mouth before the younger man could get his mouth closed tight enough.
Randy choked and began to struggle to move his head away. Not only did James have a huge fucking cock, but it was thick as well. Randy's mouth was already beginning to hurt from being stretched passed its limits. He attempted to punch at James but stopped when he felt Mark's grip on the back of his neck getting impossibly tight.
"Don't even think about it," Mark growled. "Or I'll break your neck right here right now."
"Aw, you would do that for me Marky?" James cooed. He actually seemed to think that threat was some sort of romantic gesture or something.
Randy didn't get a chance to even begin to think about the twisted nature of Mark and James's relationship. Just seconds after James spoke, his mouth and throat began to get abused in a way that it had never been before. He gagged and choked more, having loads of trouble breathing with the huge appendage in his mouth. Neither Mark or James let him have a moment to breathe though. They thought the whole thing was funny. Randy closed his eyes, trying to ignore how dirty and degraded he was starting to feel. His eyes snapped back open though when he felt one of Mark's hands down by his ass. Oh fuck no. No no no no no please God no...
"Holy shit, he's a fucking virgin," Mark told James as he stuck one finger into Randy's tight hole.
That sparked James's interest. "A virgin?" He removed his dick from Randy's mouth, which finally allowed Orton to catch his breath. "Oh now that is just great. Let's take him now."
Randy began fighting them both with every ounce of strength he could muster. It was no use though. They were too strong. They had him lifted up into the position they wanted him in and Mark entered him first without any kind of warning or preparation. Randy screamed in pain. That had hurt worse than anything he had ever felt in his life.
"You think we've got enough room in there for both of us?" James asked Mark, nipping at Randy's cheeks and lips.
"We will," Mark assured him. "We'll fucking rip this bitch apart if we have to, but there will be room."
Randy's body tensed up as he felt James beginning to join Mark inside him. "Ow ow ow ow ow OW!" he screamed, his body tensing up involuntarily. He knew that he needed to relax or the pain was going to stay absolutely unbearable, but there was no way he could force himself to relax at this point. His body was not reacting well to the violation he was now experiencing. Fucking shit...just kill me now. Someone please just kill me right the fuck now.
Nobody actually killed him though. It only felt like it when Mark and James began fucking him. He could feel himself tearing and bleeding with each and every thrust, but even with his blood providing at least a bit of lube, it wasn't enough to stop the pain. He shut his eyes as tightly as he could, tears spilling out without him being able to stop them. The pain was so excrutiating that it was the only thing he was able to comprehend after awhile. That and the humiliation. Fuck, he felt so fucking dirty...
Suddenly warm liquid splashed his bruised and torn insides, making him release a sob. "Oh don't be such a fucking baby," Mark said as he was roughly thrown to the ground. "Fucking pussy."
Randy howled in pain as his lower back was kicked really hard. He wanted to scoot away to safety, but it hurt too much to even try to move. Burying his face into his arms, he sobbed as hard as he could, not caring that James and Mark were still watching him...and completely unaware of the evil smiles on their faces.
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Jeff looked over at Adam, who had fallen alseep not too long ago. His pretty little Addy...poor baby had his heart broken by a meanie named Chris. That was not acceptable to him at all. Nobody was going to hurt his Addy and get away with it. Not while he was around. Leaving Adam to sleep in bed, he went over to Adam's discarded jeans and found the blonde's wallet in one of the pockets. He wasn't exactly sure when they were all supposed to be leaving Pine Hills, but he knew that when they did, they were going far, far away from the place. That was why he needed to act fast. He had to get Chris while he still had the chance.
"Bingo," Jeff said, finding a nice little picture of Adam and some guy holding a guitar. He was almost positive that this was Chris. He had no way of knowing that of course, but that didn't stop him from believing it. Besides, even if he was wrong, then at least he got to kill somebody out of this whole deal. Putting Adam's wallet back, he slipped his shoes on and left the room. He locked the door behind him, and just began to creep through the hallway when he heard someone approach him.
"Where do you think you're going Jeffro?"
Jeff turned around. Matt was standing there, looking at him with half disapproval, half curiosity. "I go hunting," Jeff told him. He held up the picture of Adam and Chris. "This guy hurt Adam. I hurt him."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Jeff, he's just a toy. Who cares if someone hurt him before?"
Jeff scowled. "I do, you jackass." He grabbed Matt's hand and yanked on it. "You come with me."
"First of all, stop talking like that. It makes you sound like Connor. Second of all, no. I don't want to."
"Matty come on!" Jeff whined. "Do this for me? Please?" He pouted his lips and tried to look as cute as possible.
Matt sighed. "Fine. Whatever."
"Yay!" Jeff kissed Matt on the cheek. He was going to act like he needed the company, but the truth was, he didn't trust Matt to be around Adam without him. I could have come back and found Addy all banged up. And I can't have that. I can't have that at all. Addy is mine and nobody bangs him without permission. So there.
