A/N: Souless666, it's true that both Mark and Raven have dug themselves deep, and I did have a feeling that you'd be worried about Mark's welfare; the action is culminating, so keep reading to find out what happens!; Renna33, it's true, Matt is an idiot, but a well-meaning one; Neroanne, I love writing Mark as a complete ass; it's total fun!; ExtremeDiva18, glad you're eager for more!; slashdlite, I'm as interested to see what happens to the Hardys as you are! :)
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Matt stared at the Undertaker in the early morning light. The tall man had a cocky smirk on his face, and an easy, calm stance, one that the older Hardy had seen him adopt countless times in the ring.
"Come and get me, Hardy", the smug fuck said.
Matt took a halting step forward, every muscle in his body tensed.
"Matt, let's just run", Jeff pleaded brokenly, grabbing onto his brother's upper arm and attempting to yank him in the opposite direction. He pulled roughly out of the smaller man's grip.
"No", he snarled, his eyes never leaving Mark's grinning face, "He's never going to touch you again, Jeff. He has to pay for what he did to you!"
"I'm going to enjoy making you my bitch, Hardy", Mark growled, stormy dark eyes raking Matt's face, "You'll take some breaking in, but we'll find time for that. And while I'm occupied with you, Raven can play with Jeffrey." His eyes flashed to the younger Hardy, who couldn't stop himself from averting his gaze fearfully. "We wouldn't want your little whore of brother to be lonely, after all."
Matt felt rage percolate in his gut, frothing up until he could no longer control it. Crying out, he sprang forward, fists punching wildly. With all the deadly calmness of an experienced street fighter, Mark side-stepped Matt's clumsy, anger-fueled punches. He countered by striking Hardy a fierce blow to the face, sending him reeling for a moment. Relentlessly, the Deadman moved in for the kill, continuing his assault. He gave Matt a shot to the gut, another to the ribs. When the older Hardy made use of the pure adrenaline rushing through his body and punched Mark across the face, it only made the Deadman angrier. Cursing, Mark hit Matt again, and again. Eyes closing, he slid limply down to the ground.
"Matt!", screamed Jeff desperately, his eyes wide with fear as he gazed at the bloodied face of his brother.
The young Hardy ran towards Matt, but was restrained by the Undertaker, who grabbed him forcefully around his slender waist. Jeff was paralyzed with fear as the huge man threw him roughly against a gigantic tree, and wrapped a thick hand around his already-bruised throat. The other hand molested his sore body, tracing up his hips, sides, stomach, stopping to twist a nipple. Jeff whimpered in pain.
"What's wrong, slut, you sad because your little escape didn't work out?", snarled Mark, his hot breath ghosting over Jeff's tear-stained cheek, "I guess I'm gonna have to keep a tighter rein on you from now on. You and your brother, that is." He grinned.
"I'm used to you raping me, you sick fuck, but don't you dare touch Matt", Jeff rasped, trying desperately to put enough anger into the words so that his captor would listen.
"Oh, so you still have some fight in you, even after all this", Mark said, leaning in. "We'll have to take care of that, Jeffrey."
Without warning, he slapped the younger Hardy across the face, causing Jeff's head to fly back with the force of the blow. Jeff's pale skin bore the mark of the Undertaker's hand, red blotches immediately appearing on his cheek. He watched the older man with large green eyes, fear written plainly on his finely-chiseled features. Mark was strangely expressionless as he softly ran the back of his hand down Jeff's afflicted cheek, ignoring the flinch he received in return.
"Please just let us go", Jeff said softly, his voice shaking. A tear escaped from his eye and ran its course down his face. Mark swept the offending teardrop away.
"You belong to me", Mark said, taking both sides of Jeff's face in a tight possessive grip, "You are mine. There is no leaving. And I wouldn't give two shits about letting your brother go, except for the fact that I know he'd go to the police. So, he will stay here with us, and be Raven's little toy."
"Mark, please-"
"Shut up, bitch!", he growled, slapping Jeff again. He grabbed the back of Hardy's colorful head and shoved his tongue down the smaller man's throat before he had a chance to recover his senses. Jeff whimpered fearfully as Mark's tongue continued to invade his mouth, not wanting to move a muscle in case it would somehow provoke the Deadman to go further.
Suddenly, the sound of Raven's voice echoed through the peaceful forest clearing.
"Oooohhh, take a look at that, a warm hole that's just begging to be filled with my cock!", the psycho jabbered insanely. When he heard him, Mark reluctantly pulled away from Jeff, who was frozen with fear.
"You can't fuck him out here, asshole!", seethed the Deadman, who noticed that the older Hardy brother was just beginning to stir.
Raven appeared insulted. "And why the fuck not? You looked like you were just about to fuck your little whore over there. Why can't I have some fun?" He sounded like a petulant child whining about its toy being taken away.
Mark appeared to be almost at the end of his patience with the psychotic man. "It's light out now", he explained slowly, "If we're gonna keep them, we have to stay indoors. We've gotta keep them hidden, not be having outdoor fuck-fests in the middle of the god damn woods! Now pick him up if he can't walk, and let's get moving."
Jeff, his arm held tightly in the grip of the Undertaker, watched the whole display with interest. These two did not get along, at all. Maybe he could somehow use that to his advantage. He glanced over at Mark. The older man caught Jeff looking at him, and tightened his grip further. The young Hardy gasped in pain.
"We're going back to the house now", said Mark, "And you will keep your eyes on the ground, and your mouth shut. Otherwise, little slut, you'll be punished so badly that you won't be physically capable of escape next time." Jeff let his frightened gaze fall to the ground as they started walking. Mark never relinquished his grip on the younger man's arm.
"Of course", Mark continued in a conversational tone, "that's not to say that I'm not going to punish you anyway. You shouldn't have run."
Jeff shivered. He was in deep, deep shit now, unless he could find a way out of this before they reached the house.
His eyes, still on the ground, subtly moved to Matt, who was being manhandled by Raven. His brother was obviously still groggy, as he was swaying a bit on his feet. Uncaring, the Deadman's psychotic sidekick began to push him forward. The older Hardy was obviously struggling to stay on his feet, as he stumbled drunkenly forward.
Jeff jumped when he suddenly heard Mark's voice in his ear, soft and threatening.
"Get moving, or I will tear your bitch of a brother apart, piece by piece. You even think about fucking with me again, boy, and I'll absolutely see to it that Matthew over there dies a very, very slow and painful death. I'll have fun dismembering him right in front of you."
The young Hardy struggled to keep his face impassive through Mark's rant. In reality, he wanted to scream in pure, cathartic, rage. There was, however, nothing he could do. He had tried to escape, and failed. He had to face the harsh fact that he and Matt may not be getting out of here. Mark had proved, yet again, that he was simply too strong for him to overcome.
Jeff was pulled along, back towards the despised farmhouse. He looked over at his brother, who was stumbling along, and appeared barely coherent. When he slowed up too much for Raven's liking, the psycho would push him forward with such force that he'd nearly fall to his knees. But Matty was strong. He wouldn't fall.
They walked for a while like that, in silence.
"What do you intend to do when the patrols come looking for us?", Matt dared to ask suddenly, "Our car is wrecked on the side of the road. They'll run the plates. They'll find us, eventually."
"Eventually won't be soon enough for you", Mark growled cryptically.
The brothers looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
They were approaching the treeline. The house lay just beyond it.
"Move it", giggled Raven, pushing Matt forward, "I'm horny."
Mark slapped the back of Jeff's head, urging him ahead.
The two psychopaths were growing visibly eager now that their lair was in sight.
They moved past the line of trees, and into the small field that separated the forest from the house. They clumsily tramped through tall grasses, so high and thick that their feet were obscured. This property had obviously been deserted for a long time, and no one had bothered with the upkeep of the land. Perfect for a double kidnapping and rape, thought Jeff bitterly. He winced. Mark's fingers were digging into his arm with such strength that he was losing circulation in his fingers.
The young Hardy glanced over at Matt. His brother had adopted a stoic expression as he was driven forward by his insane captor. His face did not reveal the pain and anger he must be experiencing.
But Jeff knew.
They reached the farmhouse. Both Hardys were roughly pushed inside, causing the beaten and exhausted pair to land heavily on the filthy wooden floor. Mark and Raven entered immediately after them, backlit by bright morning sunlight. The Deadman, glaring at Jeff, slammed the door.
Matt scooted over in front of his younger brother, his dark eyes narrowed, his fists clenched protectively.
"I believe those are my clothes", said Mark, pointing to Jeff, his rough voice full of anger and lust, "Hand them over."
Jeff shook his head mutely, his bloodshot eyes huge on his pale face. He was terrified at the thought of being used again by the Deadman.
"Leave him alone", snarled Matt. The older Hardy stood up, looking between Mark and Raven darkly.
"C'mon, Hardy, this is getting boring", replied Raven, his large eyes roaming Matt's form. He pulled a very large knife out of his back pocket, the same knife he'd used earlier to molest Jeff with. "Why don't you come with me over here, like a good little flower, and we'll have some fun?" His eyes never leaving Hardy's face, he began to suck and lick the blade of the knife, as if he were sucking cock. Matt had no idea how he wasn't bleeding all over the place.
Dark thoughts suddenly entered the older Hardy's head. Terrible thoughts. He welcomed them home.
He looked over at the grinning bastard who'd raped him hours earlier, and the sociopathic prick who he answered to standing next to him. Would the world really miss them?
He looked away, knowing he'd have to play this just right.
"If I, um, agree to, um, have some fun with you", Matt made sure to sound exceedingly uncomfortable, "then, will you leave Jeff alone?"
Jeff's head shot up. "Matt, no!", he said, his tone desperate.
Raven's smile was nothing less than a triumphant sneer. "Of course, little bird. Of course."
Matt allowed himself to be led away, throwing Jeff a reassuring smile, knowing it would mean nothing. He hated to add to Jeff's pain.
In the end, though, it would all be worth it.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as Mark moved in on his brother, telling him to get on his knees, to beg for forgiveness.
He was forced to give all of his attention to Raven, however, when the psychopath grabbed a clump of his long curly hair and fisted it tightly. Matt forced himself to stare straight ahead as Raven began biting and sucking on his neck, moaning low in his throat.
"Take them off, bitch", he ordered, the knife resting securely at his throat. He released Matt's hair so that he could get undressed. Steeling himself, the older Hardy told himself that this was necessary. He heard terrified whimpers coming from Jeff's side of the room. He had to get him out of here.
Calmly he undressed, and with each new piece of flesh he exposed, Raven seemed to grow more and more excited. Suddenly, the psychopath snarled fiercely and moved forward, pushing Matt into the wall, causing him to cry out in alarm. Ripping the pants down Hardy's legs, the older man immediately took Matt's flaccid cock into his mouth, causing him to arch his back in unwanted pleasure. He could feel himself stiffening against his will in the tight heat of his captor's mouth.
"Oh fuck…", moaned Matt quietly.
The man was deep throating him now, taking his cock in and gagging on it. The older Hardy couldn't stop himself from squirming and bucking, trying to mouth-fuck Raven as he had mouth-fucked him. Despite the fact that he was on his knees with cock in his mouth, it seemed that the psycho remained in charge of the situation, however.
When he began using his tongue, Matt nearly collapsed to the floor in a sad heap. Sucking, and licking, and swallowing.
With a cry, Matt spat cum all over Raven's waiting lips, tongue, and chin.
"Holy shit!", the older Hardy panted, leaning back against the wall bonelessly.
Rising to his feet, Raven smiled crookedly, wiping his mouth off with his sleeve.
"Liked that, did you?", he said, raising an eyebrow.
Matt didn't answer. His gaze kept flitting over to his brother, and that fucker Mark. Currently, the sick fucker was making Jeff pick through that black suitcase of his. It took Matt a moment to realize what was actually happening.
He was forcing Jeff to choose his punishment himself.
"Not that one", growled Mark, his voice filled with barely-concealed rage as he slapped Jeff on the back of his head, "It's not nearly painful enough. You know that, you little shit. Now pick a good one."
His baby brother was on his knees, naked, tears falling freely down his face. Matt wanted to cry himself, seeing Jeff like that.
His attention was suddenly and forcibly brought back to his own situation, however, when he felt cold steel pressing into the soft skin of his neck. Matt's gaze turned to Raven, whose wide, angry eyes were boring holes into him.
"Your attention is here, understand?", said the lunatic, "What Mark does with his toy is none of your concern. Jeffrey belongs to him. You belong to me." He emphasized the point by pushing the knife in harder. "Yes?"
Matt carefully nodded. He watched as the knife was slowly withdrawn from his throat. The lunatic stashed the blade in the back of his pants.
Across the room, sounds of a whip across bare skin began. Jeff's screams were loud, and gut-wrenching.
"Fucking… little…whore!!!", cried Mark, his black eyes trained on the naked, huddled man on the floor, a long whip in his right hand. With every word, he lashed Jeff's back.
Raven giggled, turning to watch the bloodshed for a moment. It was all Matt needed. He lunged forward and pulled the knife out of the back of the psychotic man's pants. In one swift and deadly movement, aided by fury and desperation, he stabbed down, into Raven's neck. The knife was deep, almost to the hilt.
Choking on his own blood, Raven fell limply to the floor. His eyes were filled with pain and disbelief.
"What the fuck!", cried Mark, staring at the body of his dying comrade, "What did you do, you little fucker?!"
Raven was still. His dark eyes were dim and unmoving, like glass eyes in a taxidermist's shop. Dead eyes.
Matt stood, steadily brandishing the knife at Mark. "You're next, asshole."
Matt turned his attention to his younger brother. "You alright, Jeffro?", he asked gently. He beckoned for Jeff to come and get behind him.
"Oh no you don't, slut!", growled Mark, fury in his voice. He turned to block the way. Jeff fell back.
"Just leave me alone!", he begged, unable to take anymore.
Mark stood over him, a dark and hungry shadow. He picked him up by the throat and punched him across the face. The young Hardy cried out in pain, blood seeping from a cut and swollen lip.
Jeff began to choke, making desperate attempts to take in air, and failing. Mark's grip continued to strengthen around the smaller man's slender throat. Jeff's hands clawed and scratched at the Undertaker's huge hand, to no avail.
Jeff saw Mark violently tense suddenly, as if an electric shock had been sent through his musculature. The young Hardy didn't understand what was happening, or why, but he knew anger in Mark's eyes when he saw it, and he was looking into it, now. Jeff redoubled his efforts to get away, knowing that the Undertaker was most dangerous when he was in this mood. And then, without warning, his neck was released. The younger man fell heavily onto his back, and began scooting away on his elbows.
Jeff froze. That was when he realized. That was when he saw it.
Mark Calloway had a knife in his back. He'd fallen to his knees, a stunned and angry expression on his strong face. Even now, Jeff realized, he looked intimidating. His gaze never left Jeff's face, not even after he'd lost so much blood that he collapsed onto his side.
Stunned, Jeff slowly pulled himself to his feet, his eyes never leaving Mark's bloody form. He thought he would be elated once he'd managed to free himself from Mark Calloway, but he felt absolutely nothing. Numbness seemed to invade his entire being, dousing him inside and out like room-temperature water.
Maybe it was better that way, at least for now.
"Enjoy hell, you piece of shit", he said softly, his voice hard.
Jeff tore his eyes away from the pathetic man dying on the floor, and turned his attention to his brother. Matt was sitting on the shitty couch, his head in his hands. Jeff took a seat next to him.
"What did I do?", Matt asked, his voice trembling. Jeff realized, uncomfortably, that his big brother was crying. The smaller man put his arms around Matt, squeezing tightly.
"You did what had to be done so that we could leave here in one piece", said Jeff softly.
Matt rested his head on top of his younger brother's, taking comfort in the fact that they were both alive, and, for the most part, unscathed.
In a few minutes, they would find one of their captors' cell phones, and call the authorities.
But for now, they would rest, and try their best to forget.
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There's only one chapter to go, and that's an epilogue of sorts, involving Jeffro and Mark! Review if ya feel like it!
