Days passed. There weren't any clocks in the cabin and Jeff hadn't gotten a good look at Randy's watch, but it felt like days were going by. It was starting to drive him nuts because he didn't know what to do anymore. Fighting Randy hadn't done a bit of good but being submissive had just made Jeff feel dirty, so what was he supposed to do? Fight, give in, wait to be rescued, try more to escape…his brain was starting to hurt from trying to figure out what he needed to do. All he knew for sure was that he wanted to go home. He didn't care how it happened or what the cost was; he just wanted to be able to go home and forget this whole thing had even happened.
"Jeff! What do you want for breakfast?" Randy yelled for the kitchen.
"I don't care," Jeff responded, which was the truth. At this point, what he wanted to eat for breakfast was one of the least important things on his mind. He looked down at the chain on him hatefully before rolling over and closing his eyes. He had been doing his best to sleep as often as possible. Sleep was an escape for him and he was going to use it for as long as he could.
He almost managed to doze off, but before he could fall completely into slumber Randy came in and ruined it for him. "Get up Jeff," Randy ordered. "I've got food."
"I'm not hungry," Jeff said sullenly.
Randy just grunted and forced Jeff to sit up. "Eat," he grunted as he put a bowl of cereal into Jeff's lap. "Now."
Jeff glared at him but did what he was told. The only consolation he really had at this point was that the cereal was Fruit Loops. Those and Trix were the only kinds of cereal he even bothered to touch, and even then he would much rather just eat a few bags of Skittles instead.
Randy watched him eat for a few minutes before sighing and looking away. "This place is making me feel stir crazy," he admitted. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Jeff, his cool eyes filled with a twistedness that Jeff had grown used to. "I can't stand this place. No TV, no internet…I think we should move."
"Move where?" Jeff asked angrily. "Where do you think you can take me? The only reason they haven't found me yet is because you have me in the middle of fucking nowhere."
"I'll find a place," Randy said. It was hard to tell whether he truly believed that or he was so determined to get his way that he was going to completely lie to himself in order to stay in the little fantasy world he was living in. "It'll be isolated but it'll have cable and-"
"Randy!" Jeff said firmly, raising his voice so that he could actually get the Viper's attention. Whether he was going to keep it for very long was completely debatable. "Listen to me. You have got to stop this. Do you have any idea what kind of hole you've dug yourself into?"
"I don't care. I love you."
It took every ounce of self control Jeff had not to start an argument over that statement. What was even the point anymore? They had had that conversation on more than one occasion and Randy was utterly blind to the truth of the situation. "You're hopeless," Jeff declared. "You're a complete hopeless idiot." He set the half eaten bowl of cereal off to the side and laid back on the bed. "If you're going to rape me just get it over with. I'm not in the mood for games today." He closed his eyes and waited for Randy to make a move. He was honestly expecting for Randy to get pissed and hurt him because that was what he was good at, but he was taken by surprise when he felt Randy lay down next to him and wrap his arms around him. He opened his eyes slightly and looked back at Randy, who was now snuggling with him like he was a giant teddy bear or something. Crazy fucking bastard, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes again and turned his head back in the direction it had been originally. He wasn't even going to bother with fighting the contact at the moment. If Randy was at least going to leave him at peace for now, he would put up with being touched by him.
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"Fuck!" Mark shouted angrily as he and Glenn ended up in yet another dead end. This was starting to really piss him off. They had been to three different places so far and had come up empty handed each time. "Fuck fuck fuck!"
Glenn shook his head as he watched Mark throw his tantrum. "That's not going to solve anything you know."
"Shut up!" Mark growled. "Just shut up!" He picked up a chair and tossed it across the room. "I bet he's fucking loving this."
"Who, Randy?"
"No, Santa Claus," Mark said sarcastically. "Who the hell did you think I was talking about?"
Glenn put up his hands and tried to look innocent. "Hey man, don't take your anger out on me. I didn't do anything."
Mark just started muttering curses under his breath as his phone rang. "What?" he snapped angrily as he answered the call.
"You find him?" It was Matt.
"No," Mark replied. "I'm assuming you didn't either."
"No," Matt confirmed. He sounded beyond pissed and Mark didn't blame him. They were on a wild goose chase and there was no telling what condition Jeff would be in by the time they finally got to him…if they even got to him that was.
"Shit." Mark took a very long, deep breath in order to keep what was left of his composure. "Where are you going next?"
"Colorado," Matt answered. "What about you?"
"Minnesota."
"Okay. I'll call you later then."
"Fine." Mark hung up the phone and motioned for Glenn to follow him out the front door. "Come on. We're wasting time just standing here."
Glenn sighed and followed along like the good little brother he was. "You're going to kill Orton on sight, aren't you?"
Mark just grunted. He was too angry to give a proper response. All he could do was visualize strangling Randy as soon as he found him and smile at the very thought of it.