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John was looking over drink choices when he noticed two tall guys were acting strangely. They weren't really buying anything just kind of standing around looking nervous. All of the other customers had cleared out but Sheamus and himself. He walked past one of the two men and he stopped John. "Hey, aren't you that wrestler guy? Cena?"
"Yeah, excuse me, Man, but I'm kind of in a hurry." He went to walk past the guy to pay for his water. The next thing he knew, he was in a headlock, his head leaning against the taller man's chest with a gun pressed to his head.
"If I were you, I wouldn't move." John's heart raced as he gasped out in shock. The second man had pulled a gun on the cashier, a frightened looking young woman.
"EMPTY THE REGISTER OR I START SHOOTING!" The man screamed in the woman's face. He cast a stern look in Sheamus' direction. "Don't try anything stupid or your buddy gets a bullet through his head." He warned coldly.
The first sign Sheamus knew something was up was the feeling of fear as it hit him like a strong wave. As he turned to look for John was when he heard the one robber ordering the cashier to open the register. "Don't worry, fella...none of our lives tis worth the cash..." He took a deep breath looking at cashier. "Relax, lass, tis alright...ju-just do as they say..." He looked at the guy holding John. "Pl-please let 'im go...we won't cause a problem. We just don't want any accidents." The young girl fought not to cry as she emptied the contents of the register inside of a bag for the man.
"Oh no." The man holding John answered Sheamus. "We're taking him down the road with us a piece. If we are followed, we'll shoot him. If we're not, we'll leave him his phone and drop him off the side of the road once we're in the clear. He can call you to come get him then." The two men exited the station, the one man dragging John along with him.
They moved quickly for an old car parked by the entrance, one guy taking the driver's seat and the other climbing into the backseat with John. Sheamus knew he had to at least try something as he saw John being dragged, the gun pressed to his head, fear in his bright blue eyes. Sheamus closed his eyes trying to focus, he used the fear from John to try to grab a trace of his captor's energy. He tried to tap into it so he could draw it...maybe weaken his hold on John so he could break free. He feared if that car got away John was as good as dead. John fought not to tremble as the man sat beside him in the back seat. "Listen, man. No one is gonna make any problems for you. Why don't you just let me go?"
"Than you have nothing to worry about do you?" The driver replied coldly. He put the key in the ignition. "Get the guy's hands tied. We don't want any trouble." The robber beside John rummaged through a bag and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He pulled John's hands together in front of him and taped them together firmly as the driver prepared to pull out. Randy was sitting in the driver's seat, wondering what was taking so long. That was until he saw two guys rushing from the store with a third that looked a lot like John. "What the fuck!?" He looked for a sign of Sheamus the same time he pulled out his phone to call the police. Sheamus felt a panic, unsure if it was his own or John's as he opened his eyes. He moved to the cashier. "Please tell me this place has a silent alarm and ye triggered it?" The young woman was crying, in obvious distress.
"No, I don't know. I-I'm new here and I was so scared. I can call 911 for you now if you want."
John was sitting quietly as the car drove away from his two lovers. He fought to keep a level head, not knowing how mentally stable the guys were. "Hey, you know who this is? His name's Cena. He's that famous WWE wrestler." The man sitting beside him told the driver.
"Is that so? Well, you do as you're told, boy, and you'll be back wrestling in no time at all."
"He doesn't seem so tough to me." The guy in the back studied John carefully.
"No shit, Dude. You know wrestling is all fake."
John wisely kept quiet and waited for the whole ordeal to end.
"Aye, call them..." Sheamus tried not to get too worked up. He felt a failure as he headed for the front of the shop. He looked around. His body shook wanting to collapse. Randy was still on the phone with the police when he saw Sheamus appear in doorway. That took some weight off his mind. Hanging up, he got out of the car heading towards him.
"Shea..." The larger man gulped looking at Randy. His eyes already growing wet.
"I...I ju-just h-had a feeling...an-and I failed...I..I just stood there..."
"What happened...I saw John, but it was all so fast.."
"Ro-robbers...One gr-grabbed him...gu-" Sheamus lowered his head, starting to panic.
"Shea, calm down...it will be fine..."
"Nay...nay...Jo-Johnny...god..."
"Shea, you need to focus...the police will need a statement...you can't loose it now."
The men drove a ways down the road. To John it felt like an eternity. "Well, it looks like we're not being followed. Your buddy must have some sense to him after all." The driver neared a secluded area and pulled the car over. "Check him for money or valuables. Being a big shot he has to have something." The guy in the back reached inside of John's pockets, pulling out his wallet and phone. "Let him keep his phone. We promised he could to call." The robber nodded at the driver's words and noticed the chain around John's neck, pulling out his dog tags and taking them off John.
"P-Please let me keep those. They aren't worth much money." John spoke up for the first time. "No way, dude. We could sell these for a bundle you being a celebrity." The robber glanced down at the inscription. "Your first love RKO? Isn't that another wrestler?" He read the rest of the lettering. "That's fucking sick! Dude is a flaming homo!" John felt dread as he looked at the disgust on his captor's face.
Randy moved Sheamus back inside the building and got him to sit on the floor while they waited for the police. It was a few more minutes before the lights were seen flashing outside. Two officers came in looking around. "I'll be right back...just calm yourself." Sheamus nodded as Randy stood up moving to the officers to give them what little information he had.
Both men were now looking at John in disgust and hatred. John sat quietly, his heart pounding. "I hate fucking fags more than I hate spoiled rich brats." The driver spat, his eyes dark with anger. The man in the back grabbed John by his short hair, jerking his head backward hard. "What should we do with him, man? We can't keep him or kill him, he's too famous. The cops will be all over our ass."
"I think I know a way to cure the SOB for good. He won't be forgetting us anytime soon."
Once the cops had the information from Randy including the description he could give of the car the officers moved to the sales clerk, but the terrified woman didn't have much to give them details wise as she just panicked. She admitted she only reacted because the other victim tried to keep them all calm. The officers then moved to question Sheamus.
John was on his knees in the backseat as the robber beside him held his head down with a gun against his neck, causing his ass to stick up in the air. "W-What are you gonna do?" John's voice was a little muffled by being pressed against the car seat. The driver had gotten out of the front seat and went to the trunk. He then opened the back door and grabbed John's dress pants and underwear, pulling them to his knees. "Please don't rape me!" John pleaded, his voice breaking.
"Rape you? You wish, you faggot. I wouldn't get my cock anywhere near that ass. You want to be a homo? You like to feel something hard fill up that ass? I'll fix you for good!" John screamed in agony as he felt something hard being jammed inside his ass, tearing him. The driver fucked John with the large handle of a screwdriver, driving the tool in and out of him until he was bleeding. 'Master!' John's heart cried as he was brutally violated, wanting his Irish lover to comfort him.
Randy was on the phone with Hunter, explaining about John being abducted after a robbery. Hunter said of course they would do what they could to help find John safely. Randy explained about Sheamus being inside when it happened...physically he was fine, mentally he wasn't so sure. One moment he was focused, trying to give whatever details he could, the next he spaced out from fear and guilt. Sheamus kept asking if they were trying to find the car. He kept fearing that look of fear in John's eyes was the last he would see of him. They had to find John...he had to find him. He went to get up to leave and the officers tried to stop him.
"I gave ye me statement...if ye won't find John than I am gonna bloody go meself!"
"Whoa, calm down...we were already told by your other friend the direction they took off, we already have APB out on the car and the description of your friend and the two gunmen."
"Ye have no grounds to keep us!"
"You already said you were going to look yourself...that can hinder the investigation to find him. For that reason at least for now we must keep you here."
"Ye got to be bloody joking..." Sheamus went to move again and was stopped again. "GET OUT OF ME WAY!"
"We will hold you on obstruction of justice if we must."
"Hunt, I'll need to let you go." Randy got off the phone walking over to Sheamus. "Officer can you please let us go?"
"Not while we feel your friend can cause a problem with the investigation to find your friend."
"I promise he won't...can't you see he is stressed enough as it is?"
The two officers were debating it. "Fine take him...but you best not try to follow that car."
"Ok officer." He looked at Sheamus. "Come on, man."
The two headed back to the car. "Randy, fella..pl-please don't tell me you are honestly gonna listen to them.."
"And what do you want me to do...getting your ass thrown in jail won't help any of us."
"Bu-but Johnny..."
"We just have to hope he will be ok..."
"You don't fuckin get it! I should of done something...something sooner to stop them..."
"Shea, they both had guns...one pressed to John's head...you did the only thing you could have done."
"NO! I DIDN'T! I just fucking reacted too slow..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear it."
"You know it's true!"
"NO...I don't I neither do you...you said it is limited."
"If...if I had sooner..."
"Stop it...stop blaming yourself...let's get you out of here."
"And go where? Two hours back to John's? Hours more to the meeting!? They promised to let him go...let him call...WHERE THE FUCK IS IT!?"
"Shea, you need to calm down...getting worked up won't help any of us." Sheamus broke down, slumping in the seat crying. He just could not fight Randy...he had lost...He lost his precious Angel...he could feel it.
John felt numb as he was raped with the hard handle. The driver pulled the screwdriver out of his ass and handed it to his partner in crime, who raised John's head and jammed the bloodied handle in his mouth. When John protested and gagged, his face was slapped hard and punched until he took the dirty handle obediently, his stomach churning his throat ravaged until it was raw.
"We gotta get out of here before the cops show up." The driver pulled John from the car and cut his hands free with a pocket knife, pushing him to the ground with his pants still to his ankles. His phone was tossed out beside him. Before John could register what had happened, the car pulled away, leaving him all alone on the side of the road. John began to shake as shock set in. He fought to stand up. Pulling the tape free from his one wrist, he reached down to pull up his underwear and pants, a red blood stain tainting the back of the material. Picking up the phone, John dialed Randy's number, his hands shaking.