"Well that worked brilliantly," Adam muttered. He and Christian had Russ put a little camera in Matt's room to see how everything would go down. It was safe to say it definitely didn't go as planned.
"It's your little boyfriend's fault," Christian snapped. "He gave Jeff a nice set of balls." He grabbed Russ and pulled him out of the dumpster. "Jesus Christ man. They didn't even fuck me up this badly."
"Shut up Christian," Russ growled. He wiped some of the blood off his face. "Jeff may have won this round, but I promise you, the game is far from over. He's not going to be so brave when I get him alone."
"And how exactly will you get him in your current condition?" Adam asked.
"I'll show you," Russ replied. He led them to his car, where he pulled out a gun from the glove box. "I figure this will do the trick."
Adam smirked. "I think it will too. You're a pretty smart guy Russ. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
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A week went by and it was a busy one for Jeff. Matt was released from the hospital after a few days and he was now resting comfortably at home. Randy and Jeff had moved into Jeff's newly rebuilt house and everything seemed to be fine. Jeff certainly felt a lot better. He hadn't even thought about cutting himself once.
That should have tipped him off that something was about to go terribly wrong.
"I get a WWE title match. I get a WWE title match," Jeff sang happily. He was bouncing around the dressing room, much to the amusement of Randy and Mark.
"Baby, you do know you're only winning the number one contender match tonight, right?" Randy asked.
Jeff pouted. "I know. But that means I get a match for the title. And I could actually win the title this time. Could you imagine wearing the gold?"
"I'd rather imagine you wearing nothing at all."
"Well if you play your cards right…"
"Stop right there!" Mark ordered. "I don't need to hear anymore."
Jeff grinned. "You're so sensitive Poppa Mark." He patted Mark on the head. "I'm going to get some Skittles. Anybody want anything?"
"I'm good," Randy said.
"No thanks," said Mark.
Jeff shrugged. "Suit yourself." He left the room and went to the nearest vending machine. As he was putting the money in, the hair on his neck stood straight up. Before he could turn around though, a familiar hand covered his mouth and a gun was pointed directly at his head.
"You should have kept your mouth shut Jeff," Russ hissed. He dragged Jeff into the nearest men's bathroom. "All you had to do was keep quiet but you couldn't even do that, could you? Now you've forced me to raise the stakes in this little game of ours."
Jeff felt like he had gone into shock. Russ was supposed to leave him alone now. This wasn't supposed to happen anymore. Maybe he's still beat up from last week and I can get a lucky shot in…
Any thought of that went right out the window when he saw that Adam and Christian were waiting for him. "Oh no," he moaned.
Christian grinned as Russ pushed Jeff towards them. "Hey babe." He grabbed Jeff and pulled him close. "Miss me?"
Jeff shook his head. Jesus, he was so fucked right now. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice shaking terribly.
Adam smirked. "We want to play a little game with you. You see Jeff, your big mouth has caused Russ and I some grief lately. And it's time we take matters into our own hands."
Jeff gulped. He didn't like the sound of that.
"What's wrong Jeff?" Russ asked. He sounded extremely angry now. "You don't sound as brave now that you're all alone. It was just a week ago that you were telling me you were sick of playing my games." He poked Jeff on the chest. "Come off Jeff. Why don't you tell me off again?"
Jeff didn't get a chance to really say anything though. Russ hit him on the head with the butt of the gun and he went down with a cry of pain. Christian and Adam laughed and they joined Russ in kicking the shit out of him. He tried to scream for help but Russ pointed the gun right in his face.
"Scream and die Jeff," Christian said. He burst out laughing. "I actually like the sound of that."
They ripped Jeff's clothes right off his body, laughing and insulting him the entire time. He struggled as best he could but it was no use. They had him right where they wanted him and that knowledge excited them even more. Adam and Christian pinned him down on the floor as Russ forced himself into Jeff's unwilling body. Jeff let out a scream of pain, but Christian silenced him with a kiss that bruised his lips. The pain, while familiar, felt worse than it ever felt before. Russ was being rough in a way he had never been before, and the feeling of Adam and Christian biting and slapping his body added to the torture.
When Russ was done, it was Adam's turn. Then it was Christian's turn. And then the cycle started all over again. Jeff lost track of how many times they brutalized him. Only a few things really stuck out in his mind. Russ standing him up and making him look at his reflection as he was being raped. Adam choking him with a rope until he nearly passed out. Christian nearly drowning him in one of the toilets. And the pain. The pain was the biggest factor. The words pain and suffering were being redefined specifically for him.
"We should probably get going," Christian finally said. "They'll be looking for him soon."
"Hold on a second," Adam said. He took a knife out of his pocket. "There's one more thing I have to do."
Jeff whimpered as Adam turned him over on his stomach. He let out a moan as Adam began to carve the word SLUT on to his back. Every movement of the knife caused extreme pain and Jeff was bawling and begging Adam to stop.
"Oh cut it out, you big baby!" Adam snapped. He smacked Jeff on the back of the head. "I'm all done." He chuckled. "Let's see if your precious Randy wants you now." He spat on Jeff and the three rapists left, laughing all the while.
Jeff laid there on the cold bathroom floor, sobbing silently to himself. His entire body was in terrible pain. He tried to move but the pain flared up so badly he nearly passed out. So he stayed perfectly still, sobbing, broken, and praying death would claim him now so he wouldn't hurt anymore.