Chapter Thirty Six

Rating/Warning: MA for mentions of rape and torture.

Randy had done everything he could to stop David but despite his efforts the shorter man shoved a black cotton sack of his head, blinding him, and ultimately forcing him to follow as he was dragged away from Tristan. He tried to keep fighting but damn it he couldn't see and without his eyes he only managed to earn himself a hard punch to the gut that almost dropped him to his knees.

He was in pain but, they kept going and he was powerless to stop them. "Stupid bitch!" He must have heard that a dozen times by the time David took him into another room; he'd heard the door open, felt the changing of warm air to cool as he as dragged by his neck and forced against something so hard and solid it must have been a wall.

David grabbed the links of the cuffs between his hands and yanked his arms up high. He fought him harder, tearing his arms down and throwing a blind punch that didn't connect. Shit shit shit! He tried again but before his fists could hit the air he felt a large hand closed around his throat, choking him hard as it forced him against the wall instantly. "Stay there you stupid son of a bitch!" David snarled, squeezing harder around his neck, "Don't fucking move or I'll kill you now myself!-!"

"Fuck you," He hissed around the hand that was slowly cutting off more and more precious air, "Bottom bitch!" And David Otunga was just that. A fucking bottom feeder. A useless drone even as a police officer he'd had the displeasure of having to work with! True Randy might not have been observant to some things but he HAD been with others. And even though he'd only been around Michael's "goons" for a short while already he'd learned their order of rankings among them and it was a well known fact that anyone considered a bottom bitch, hated to be referred to it as such. And even more so if they were above them. Above others like say, Tristan or...Or Cody. Their, "bottom bitches".

In the rankings Otunga wasn't exactly a bottom bitch; he didn't have to get on stage or sell his body for money but, he did have to take orders and follow them without complaint. And that was a bottom bitch in Randy's book!

"Bottom bitch?-!" Came an infuriated snarl threw clenched teeth; and fuck he was so close he could feel his breath on his face, his spit landing like liquid fire against his skin, "You think so?-!' His fingers curled into his throat, cutting into his skin and effectively stopping all air from coming or going. "You dumb mother fucker I'll show you who's the bottom bitch!" His hands were forced above his head and this time they stayed there after something made a loud clank and locked into place. He struggled against the cuffs, thrashing so hard he bounced between the wall and Davids hard, solid body that was entirely too close; thinking to bring his knee up to nail him in the groin. But he missed, of course he did! He still couldn't fucking see!

David's hand closed around his throat again, shoving his head to the wall with a hiss and he could have sworn he heard the sound of a zipper tearing open.

Fuck fuck fuck! He grew still, listening hard to David's moments and jerked back as he heard the unmistakable sound of a belt loop slapping against David's thigh. What the fuck?-! What the hell was he doing?-!

"Oh for fucks sake Otunga just get the fuck out of here already!" It was Christopher's annoyed voice that rang threw the air and stopped David from...from...from whatever the hell he was doing! He shuddered, glad the sac was over his head at the moment as he swallowed hard and fought the terror paling his face. Oh god that was way too close! WAY too fucking close!

"But he just said I was-" There was a hard, dangerous, raw, very un-human like snarl from across the room, and something metal was suddenly dropped against something solid and made a loud bang. "Otunga!-!" Christopher lashed out with his name and the word was so hot, so ferocious it felt like it might actually cut into his skin as it echoed. "Are you, arguing with me?-!"

"No sir." David replied without hesitation.

"Then why are you still here?-!" Came another snarl, "I said get the fuck out of here you insufferable parasite! Get out! Get out! Get! OUT!-!"

"Fuck!" David hissed and he felt his hand loosen and fall away from his throat. "I'm going!" And just like that the sac was torn away.

"But first!" David said as slapped his face about as Randy blinked and squinted while his eyes adjusted to the light. "Look at your boy, bitch! Look at your boy!"

Randy blinked hard, the light shinning from a single lamp above the room hurting his eyes until they adjusted and came into focus. His boy?-! Oh god Cody was there?-! Oh god fuck WHY HADN'T HE SAID ANYTHING?-!

He followed the length of David's arm to the tip of his finger pointed outward and beyond, his heart already pounding with terror in his throat and stealing his breath. Oh God please let Cody still be alive!-! Please oh god PLEASE!

David's hand dropped and he laughed as he backed away, "Look at your boy! You see those bruises?-!" He laughed harder, still backing towards the door, "I fucked the shit out of that worthless bitch!"

No! God damn it NO! He jerked forward as far as he could go with a terrified shout, "Cody!" Oh god he was all chained up to some fucked up looking table! His legs strapped around the knees and spread wide; and he was naked, small red welts covering his thighs and chest as if someone had been...Had been... Oh Randy was going to be sick. It was like someone had been whipping him! "Randy!" Cody cried and together they fought wildly against their restraints, fighting like hell to get to one another but Cody was forced to stop quickly as Christopher emerged from the darkness with a growl and pressed a knife to Cody's throat. "Shut up." Cody snapped his mouth closed as he nodded slowly, swallowing hard with wide, terrified eyes. And he didn't move or make another sound.

"About fucking time you started listening!" Christopher sneered as he lowered the knife and set it aside, "Too bad that it's too little too late."

Randy didn't stop fighting to free himself, tearing and yanking on a pipe he'd been all but hung from, kicking and thrashing about until he ran out of strength and had to slow to catch his breath. He just kept going, he wouldn't stop! Oh god he couldn't watch Christopher hurt Cody! He just couldn't! "Get away from him!" He gave his cuffs another yank and pulled as hard as he could, putting all his weight into it; snarling as the metal pipe refused to give way. "Cody!-!-!"

Cody stayed silent, his eyes locked on Christopher and watching his every movement as the blond stepped away from the table with a sinister smirk. He was a strange sight, wearing all white, some kind of jump suit that was freshly cleaned and ironed, very neat and perfectly tailored to fit his wide frame. Such an odd choice for the things he's was planning to do! "I've got something very special planned for you Cody." He started rubbing his hands together slowly, his smirk widening to a toothy, sickening smile. "I've had this planned out for quite some time as I knew this day would come. In fact, from the first moment that I laid eyes on you I knew that I'd get your weak on my table one day."

"So did I." Cody admitted softly, his voice so dull, so empty.

"Mmmwell seems you may not be as stupid as I figured you to be?" He shrugged before Cody could answer, that sick smile still in place over his lips, "Oh well, that adds to the fun anyway. I kinda like the fact that you have an idea of what's coming." He started to snicker, "Makes me curious as to what you think will come first hmm?"

Cody took a shaky deep breath and let it out slowly, "You're um-You're going to-to cut me."

Christopher nodded, his smile widening. God he was such a twisted FREAK! "Oh yes, but, where? Where am I going I cut you?"

Randy froze as Cody gulped, his beautiful lover visibly trembling and paling with horror as he struggled to hold Christopher's gaze, "My-My dick."

Oh god! "NOOO!-!" Randy let out a terrified howl as flailed against the metal keeping him in place, "CODY!-!-!" He couldn't bare hearing what Christopher was going to do with his beautiful Cody! Oh god he had to stop this!

"God damn it!" Christopher suddenly whirled around with a hard snarl, his blue eyes ablaze with such dangerous fury, "Would you shut the fuck up?-!" His face was red, his jaw clenched shut tight as he hissed threw his teeth and came towards him, closing the short distance in just a few quick strides. "Or do I have to cut your fucking tongue out?-!"

Shit. Christopher would fucking do it, he would do it and fucking laughing about it! He started to draw back but stopped. Wait, fuck that! This wasn't going to happen this way! Michael would not win their game!-! No more running remember?-! He pressed back in his face, drawling his lips into a hard snarl, "I swear to god," His voice was so deep and so thick with rage it burned his throat, "I'm going to kill you." He felt the truth in his words in his very core, shaking him deep and taking him back to that dangerous place he'd only just discovered.

"Well now I know you're stupid." Christopher brought his hand up and knocked against his temple as if he were a door or perhaps a window, implying there was nothing within. "Hello in there? You're stuck to the pipe remember? How are you going to kill me when you can't even scratch your own ass?" He dropped his hand with a short laugh, "Michael was right about you, detective. I could find more intelligence in a piece of dog shit than I could in that thick ass head of yours."

"Fuck you let Cody go!" That was all he cared about! Fuck his intelligence and he was threw talking about it because he just didn't fucking care! Jericho could do whatever he wanted to him if he just let Cody go! He'd take his place! HE'D TAKE HIS PLACE!-!-! "Let him go!-!-!" He'd stopped fighting! He'd stop resisting and give in if they would just let Cody go!

"Let him go?" Christopher repeated with a laugh, "Oh my you are just-just wow. WOW." He laughed more as he stepped away and returned to a tall silver tray beside the Cody on table, eyes scanning over a long, thin shiny black box there. "You had best be quiet because, I'm not a big fan of noise while I work." He started running his hand over the top of the box, petting it, stroking it sensually as he visibly shuddered. "Do not disturb me, detective, or I will make Cody suffer all the more." He said the last part in a deep purr, his voice thick with arousal as he slowly opened the case and gazed at the contents within.

"Randy...please..." Cody called to him and he jerked his attention back to his distraught, tightly bound lover on the table and cringed. Oh god he just couldn't take this! "I-I can't Cody." He shook his head, his heart breaking so hard it stole his breath. "I can't watch him hurt you!"

"Baby you don't have to." Cody reassured gently, shaking his head awkwardly against the table, "Just close your eyes Randy...Close your eyes..."

"Cody," It was a desperate sound, "No...No! I can't!"

Cody's eyes grew softer, calmer even, his gaze so harrowing it actually hurt Randy's heart, "Please," He begged softly, "You have to baby. You know you can't watch this-"

"HUSH!" Christopher shouted from behind his tray; his head snapping up from a set of perfectly aligned scalpel's and what looked like long, thick surgical knives he'd arranged from smallest to biggest in a solid, perfect line along a soft blue towel. "One more fucking word from either of you and I'll cut both your tongues out right fucking NOW!" He let out a huff and went back to staring at the dangerous tools so carefully laid out. "Now shut the fuck up would you?-! I'm trying to work here!"

Randy swallowed hard, falling slack against the cuffs as he closed his eyes and sent out another silent prayer, begging, pleading, bargaining for Cody's life and offering up on his own if that's what it would take. He was shaking as he prayed; oh god he couldn't take this! If Cody died in front of him, if Christopher tortured him and he heard his screams...Oh god...No. NO! He tore his eyes open with a gasp and found Cody's gaze to tell him he wasn't giving up! He wasn't going to let this happen! But just as he opened his mouth someone else was coming threw the door and drowning out his words, "Knock-knock." Came a sing songy friendly voice that Randy didn't recognize as a short brown haired man came into the room, closing the door hard.

"Anybody home?-?-?" The smaller man called out with a smile. Randy tensed, staring at him cautiously as he squirmed and pulled against the pipe and prayed for any kind of slack. Jesus now what?-! Was this guy here to hurt them too?-! Christopher huffed as looked up from his task and glared, "What do you want Evan?" But the smaller man didn't seem bothered by it, a smile remaining on his thin, suddenly familiar face. He stared at him harder. What the fuck he had seen him somewhere before! He just couldn't place where and for some reason that really bugged him right now. It just felt like he should remember him. He should. He should. He should. HE SHOULD!

Shit!

He watched him closely as Evan glanced around lightly, doing a double take when he spotted Cody on the table and then turning and found him staring quizzically along the wall. "Oh my..." The smaller man said as their eyes locked. "I didn't know you were busy."

"Extremely." Christopher snipped, "Now what the fuck do you want?"

"Well Michael sent me to tell you he was going to wait for you to kill the others but uh-." He looked away but only for a moment after seeing Christopher was bent over his tray, fussing over it, obsessing. "I guess it's going to be a while?"

Christopher huffed again as he glanced up from his tray once more, "Obviously so since, everyone keeps fucking interrupting me."

"Sorry guy," Evan's shoulders rose and fell in a graceful shrug, "I'm just doing what I was told."

"I'm aware."

Evan nodded, his smile returning, "Okay so messaged delivered but, mind if I stick around for a minute? I just want to see the big one up close." The big one? Randy assumed that meant him and was assured when Evan gave him a wink. He frowned at him; what the fuck who was this guy?-?-?

Christopher shrugged this time and didn't even look up from the tray, his eyes fixated on the shiny metal that would soon be covered with so, so much blood if that sick bastard got his way. "Do whatever you want, I'm still getting set up over here." No he was still obsessing is what Randy witnessed him doing. "Just don't make too much noise."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Evan waved him off, sauntering towards him with a smirk. "All I want to know is, damn, how come I never got any of this?" His hand slapped over and cupped his sex threw his jeans as if he'd done so a million times before, curving around it perfectly for a solid groping. "Holy shit!" His eyes went wide, "Fuck man you're huge!" His other small hand came up and curled around his shoulder, "Oh fuck dude this isn't fair! You're going to die in like ten minutes and this big fucking cock's going to go to complete waste!"

Randy would have fought his touch but instead searched his face, trying like hell to remember where he'd seen him before. He was wearing black slacks, a baby blue silk button up shirt...black shoes...Fuck he just looked so familiar! And it just seemed so...important. Like maybe he was...He was...Fuck! "Who-" He started to say but Evan pressed a hard kiss to his mouth, his little tongue already trying to force it's way inside. He fought him now, grunting and jerking back so hard his head snapped against the wall.

Evan's tongue was hot and slick against his lips but he clamped his mouth shut tight until Evan snagged his bottom lip and bit down hard. "Just kiss me you fucking idiot." He hissed around the wet flesh and the look on his face told him there was something he was trying to tell him but...but maybe he couldn't?

What the fuck?-!

This time when Evan kissed him he was too confused and before he could stop him his small fingers were wrapped around his chin, yanking it down and he forcing his way into his mouth. His small tongue rushed in, pushing something hard and solid against his teeth that at first he thought was a tongue ring until Evan drew back enough and left the object behind. It felt weird, out of place, and hard like something thin and definitely metal. "He has a gun." Evan mouthed as he drew away, "Watch your back."

Randy was so confused as he moved the strange object back and forth along his tongue, feeling the length of it and small pieces that jutted outwards against his teeth. What the fuck? Was-Was Evan helping them?-! He pushed it harder and suddenly he discovered its shape as it slid across one last time. His eyes grew wide as he bit back a gasp. It...It was a fucking KEY! Oh god OH THANK FUCK!-! A FUCKING KEY!-!-!

"Mmm shit, can't stay." Evan said with a moan although his eyes told him just how much of the game he really wasn't into. Apparently, whoever this guy was, he wasn't about to let Christopher kill them either but he certainly had to play his part. And thank fuck he had because Randy had a key! A fucking KEY!-! "I'm due back on stage in a few minutes but," Evan paused with a smirk, again his eyes telling the truth that his mouth couldn't. "Mph. DAMN dude... Damn. "

Randy would play his part now too. He nodded slowly as he pressed the key to his cheek and whispered for him to wait as Evan turned to leave. "I-I-" He mouthed softly because he didn't know what to say. Fuck what did he say to this guy? Whoever the fuck he was! "Thank you." From the bottom of his heart he would forever be grateful to the man he couldn't remember. This small muscle bound little man that just waltzed in the door and saved their lives in a matter of minutes. Fuck, he'd saved their lives with just one kiss!

Evan nodded and gave another wink and left, skipping along and playing his part as he waved Christopher good bye.