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John knew Randy had to have help. It was worth the risk. "You still have Hunter's gun?" He asked Randy as he slowed the jeep.
"Beside me...sa-safety is on."
"Okay. Here's what we'll do." John parked the jeep in front of the large house. "I'll conceal the gun. We'll ask for help. If worse comes to worse I'll pull it out. At least we won't be defenseless."
"Yeah...do-don't wa-want to sc-scare Be-Becca is she is home. Le-leave me he-here for now."
John took the gun from Randy, hiding it from view in his jeans. "Be right back, Babe." He walked up the long walkway to the porch of the country home. He knocked on the door loudly and waited. It was a few moments before the door opened, Shawn was wiping one hand on an apron, it was splattered with blood.
"Ye...John?" Shawn asked in a shocked voice looking him over. "What happened to you?" making note of the blood coating parts of the younger man's outfit. "Whatcha doing here?"
"I need help." John said simply, eyeing Shawn closely to read the man's eyes. "Randy is shot in the back of Hunter's jeep. We finally escaped your...friend's clutches. He won't be hurting anyone again."
"What? Hold a moment...Shot...what you mean escape." He held a finger up. "Just hold one minute...be right back." Shawn hopes it was some weird event that could be explained later, there had to be a misunderstanding, an accident. He turned rushing back into the house & the hall closet. He pulled out an orange bag slinging it over his shoulder & heads for the front door again. He grabbed a cordless phone as he passed it.
"OK call 911." He passes John the phone as he looks for where the jeep is. "Just tell them to send a rig to the Heartbreak Ranch, main house." He instructed John as he was already heading down the path to the Jeep. John did not know if Shawn was truly in the dark or playing innocent to cover his own ass. He placed the call and was told by the dispatcher that help would be on its way. Shawn reached the jeep opening the back. "Oh fuck." He exclaimed looking Randy over. Blood had soaked through the sheet that was wrapped around him. He saw how ashen the young man's face looked. "Randy? Can you hear me?"
"Yeah." He groaned. "Pl-ple-please..."
"Conserve your energy...I need to look...I have a kit with me." Randy faintly nodded. "It will hurt some I am sure." Randy just nodded again moving his hands away from the wound.
John jogged back out to the jeep after placing the call. "Help is on the way." He announced to them both. "How bad does he look, Shawn?"
"Wh-what happened? Wh-what was he hit with?" Shawn asked as he was examining the area.
"St-stopped Hu-Hunter fr-from sh-shooting Jo-John." Randy hisses in pain when Shawn pressed on an area near the wound. "Cl-close ra-range."
"OK I wouldn't want to attempt to remove it, no clue how deep it is." Shawn admitted. "There was no exit wound was there?" He asked as he moved to open the bag.
"I don't know. It all happened so fast." John admitted. "I just wanted to get Ran to a hospital."
"OK let's get what we can see under control. I may need your help." Shawn commented as he pulled out three items. Handing John a roll of tape & setting a thick thing of gauze down. "Open the gauze & after you hand it to me I will need a few good pieces of tape." Shawn ripped open a package marked QuikClot & pressed it to the wound that was still bleeding despite the blanket Randy had pressed against it the whole time.
"Thank you for helping us." John replied as he handed Shawn the gauze after opening it. "We were worried your reaction once you found out we escaped. I'm glad to see you doing the right thing." John began tearing pieces off of the tape.
"What you mean escaped?" Shawn wondered as he pressed the gauze over the clot pad. He looked up when he was surprised not to get a sound from Randy. "Randy?" He almost snapped to see if the stern tone would rouse the young man. "Come on, RANDY!" He took the first piece from John. "John the left pocket has some smelling salts. Break one & wave it under his nose."
John tried not to panic as he found a capsule and broke it, waving it under Randy's nose. "Randy! Wake up, Man!" He said in a loud tone. John looked at Shawn. "You know what I mean, Shawn. Randy and I weren't exactly willing guests."
Almost as soon as the vapors his Randy's nose he began coughing. "I hear you." He groaned at John's yelling.
"Welcome back." Shawn said faintly. He went to grab a second piece of tape. "That should hold you till the medics get here. "I don't want to move you to look for an exit would till they get here."
"OK...th-thanks Shawn." Randy fought to stay focused.
"You can thank me by trying to answer something." Shawn said as he moved to close the medic bag. "What is John talking about ? You not being there willingly. Why did Hunter try to shoot John?"
"I...I wa-wasn't, Hunter abducted me, drugged me...br-brainwashed me."
"No...he...where are they...or don't they kn...what they would have to know."
"Hu-Hunter is dead...th-the gun went off three times."
"Shit...ok...um..." Shawn shook his head looking down some as he tried to process the information.
"You really didn't know about this, Shawn?" John asked, studying the man. "I was drugged and kidnapped as well. When I woke up in one of your cabins Randy was out of it. He had been practically starved and abused for months. I heard you came to play a few times. How could you not know?"
Shawn looked at John. "Yeah I was there a few times...But I had no clue it was not a consensual arrangement. Hu-Hunt told me Randy was under direction not to speak so I never tried to ask him anything. He never seemed to hesitate when given orders. I knew how Hunter could be...but I never thought he was that bad to use someone against their will." Shawn looked back at Randy a look of regret to his eyes. "Randy I know we majorly have our differences, but you need to believe I would never go that low." He looked back at John. "I didn't even know you were around."
John sighed. "Yeah, I found Randy tied up and hurting at a hotel while on the road. He was in Hunter's room. I took him to a hospital and Randy pressed charges. I thought Randy was on his way to rehab facility. Instead Hunter somehow grabbed him again and was holding him at your place. I was on my way to an interview and my water was drugged. I ended up here with Randy. Hunter said it was punishment for turning him into the cops." He looked at Shawn. "Shawn, Randy was living like an animal. Barely fed, used, tortured...I was tortured with an electrical device and locked in a closet while he hurt Randy. He pumped so much electric through Randy the guy was about paralyzed."
Shawn almost looked like he was going to be ill. "I had no clue it was that bad...I even helped make sure there was enough provisions for all three of them. I know what I saw & to the outside it would of looked bad. I had no clue Randy was not willing in his treatment. Where is Stephanie?"
"Tied in the room I was being held in." Randy admitted.
"I'll let the police know once they are contacted." Shawn told them as he saw lights approaching from the main road. "OK Help is almost here for you Randy."
"Th-thanks."
John felt relieved to see help arriving. "I'm glad you weren't involved, Shawn. I always considered you a decent man."
"Thanks John." Shawn looked at Randy. "Sorry again Randy. Maybe in time we can bury the hatchet."
"Maybe." When the ambulance arrived Shawn walked over to it, he quickly began to fill them in about what he knew. They pulled out the stretcher & brought it over to the jeep.
"Can you move?" The one paramedic asked Randy.
"Yeah...not great, but yeah."
"OK hold on to the door & me if you need to, just need you to stand & turn to sit on the stretcher. Think you can handle that?"
"Yes." Randy cringed as he tried to move.
"Need help, Man?" John asked, noticing Randy's face.
"Ma-Maybe a li-little." Randy almost blushed a sight Shawn was unsure if he ever seen before.
"I'll be right out...let me get out of this & I'll be back...I'll drive you to the hospital John." Shawn offered.
"Okay, thanks." John answered Shawn. He reached a hand into the jeep to help Randy get out and on to the stretcher. Randy at this point didn't care too much of seeming macho right now & hooked his arm around John's shoulders. John supported Randy's weight easily and helped lift him into the stretcher. He gave the injured man a smile. The paramedics secured Randy to the stretcher & headed for the ambulance. Shawn came out cleaned up closing the door behind him.
"Come on John." He called out heading for the side of the house.
John hurried to follow Shawn, almost jogging in his direction. Shawn unlocked the car slipping into the driver seat waiting for John to get secured. Once he was ready Shawn started the car & headed off the ambulance was already gone. "Thanks for the ride, Man." John said. As some of the adrenaline began to wear off John began to shake at the realization of how close he had cheated death.
"No problem." Shawn answered as he focused on the road. "Just breath John...we both know you both will be asked questions, but you just need to stay focused." Shawn gave a sigh knowing he will have a large mess to clean up once he returned to his property.
"Yeah. Sorry." John tried to calm himself and breathe. "Just a hard thing to face your own mortality."
"I understand John, your friend will need you though. Don't worry he was still awake when they loaded him up...what I patched him with should hold him till they reach the hospital."
"He saved my life, Shawn." John said quietly, looking out the window. "I owe that man everything. Hunter had the gun pointed at me and Randy threw himself at him. He was hurting and barely able to stand. H-Hunter had put some kind of electric probe in his ass that made him cum over and over again while he whipped him. Randy's heart was racing and he was paralyzed for a while. And he still risked it all to save me." John wiped a stray tear wanting to fall. "Sorry. I know Hunter was a friend."
"Yeah." Shawn almost whispered. "I had no clue his...actions became that bad."
"I don't know what happened to cause him and Stephanie to become so sadistic." John said in reply. "He locked me in a closet and made me listen while he tortured Randy. Randy was screaming in agony...Hunter was keeping him locked in a small bedroom feeding him pills so he could perform and drugging his drinks to keep him cooperative." John shuddered at the memory. "When they threw me in with him Randy was protecting his food like a starving animal. All he had was a thin lunch meat sandwich. It broke my heart."
"Sadistic can sometime be up for debate by the person involved...but yes that does sound like my old buddy...had lost touch with reality." Shawn gave a faint cough as he ran a hand over his mouth & jaw. "I did know of some...but I guess not the full extent."
"Up for debate?" John snapped a rare thing for him. "Lost sense of reality? I'm sorry, Shawn. The guy fucking kidnapped Randy and kept him for months as a sex slave! He fucking drugged my water and kidnapped me. We were tortured, threatened and almost killed." John's fist was clenched as well as his jaw, showing the rage his body was feeling. "You fucking live that life a few months...think you'll never see your family again and see how subjective you think it is!"
"Some people are submissive & welcome being treated like that. I had no clue Hunter was forcing Randy...He wasn't like that before. He kept how twisted he really became. I am partly sick at myself, I cannot say sorry enough. Randy & I never saw eye to eye...but if I had known."
"Did you...do things with Randy?" John asked as they drove. "Randy said you came to visit. Surely you could tell the poor guy wasn't well...I barely recognized him. He lost so much weight and his hair and beard was overgrown and scruffy."
"It had been over a month...but yeah I did...I guess I didn't think much of it & believed what Hunter told me. I am not saying it is a good excuse, but it's the truth."
John nodded at Shawn's words. He suddenly had a rush of conscience. "Might want to send someone to the cabin to free Stephanie. I left her tied up in our room. I'm still pressing charges against her though. She knew all about Randy and joined in with Hunter."
"Already being tended too...A buddy of mine is a deputy. That's what took me a little bit of time coming out. I see a lot of sweet talking in my future."
John nodded. "Okay. I just wanted revenge at the time. Kind of feel bad now. Hunter is in there too."
"Hold on what? Fuck John." Shawn groaned running a hand over his head. "Should just be a few more minutes...now you see why I keep such an extensive first aid kit."
"It's smart of you and I'm grateful." John answered. He just wanted to see Randy was alright.
"Well you figure not just for my family, but any hunters I allow on my property. I know it wasn't in this case, but accidents still happen."
"Yeah." John looked down at his hands, seeing some of his fingers red and inflamed where the wooden splinters had been so long. "I need to see a doctor myself later. I've got some wooden splinters shoved up under my fingernails...they look infected and swollen."
"Ouch...yeah let them know when we get there. What happened?" Shawn wondered
"I told you Hunter locked me in a closet...to make me listen to him torture Randy. Randy was screaming in pure torment. I tried to fight my way out to help him...I guess the wooden door was old."
"Yeah that place was set to repairs this spring." Shawn admitted. "Sorry to you too John." Shawn saw the signs. "Almost there."
"Okay." John nodded. He could not wait to see Randy was okay.
They pull into the lot of the hospital ER & Shawn parks. "I'll go in with you John."
"Thanks, Man." John said as they got out and started to head inside. "I'm so worried about Randy."
"Understandable." Shawn told him as he got out & follow John inside. "Don't forget to get yourself checked either. Remember you will need your hands in good working order."
John almost waved off Shawn's concern. "I will, Man. But I'm more worried about Randy. He's the one with the gunshot wound."
"I understand that John...but I don't know how much they will tell us anyways." Shawn tried to reason with John as they reached the check-in desk.