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WARNINGS : a/n: This is the last chapter that will contain rape! I know that I said in the last chapter it was the final dark time, but This chapter continues from where chapter 51 had left off... This Chapter will contain...Non/Con...violence...and death...please...

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"...why...are...you...here?" John cried out as the blackness came to claim him. John's body went limp as he passed out. Dave Batista kept ramming his hard cock deep into John. "Oh no you don't! Your not passing out on me!" Batista exclaimed. Dave reached over to a black pack he had been wearing around his waist when he showed up at John's front door. The pack was now lying on the floor beside of his discarded clothes and John's ripped ones. Batista grabbed the pack and opened it up. Batista dug around inside of the bag. He smiled when he found the things he was searching for.

Dave pulled hand cuffs, smelling salts, and a syringe out of the black leather bag. He put the tip of the syringe in his mouth and pulled the small plastic cover off of the needle with his teeth. Batista looked down at an unconscious John Cena and laid the syringe down on the floor beside of John. He pulled his cock all the way out of John's now bleeding, ripped hole and climbed off of him.

Dave pulled John down the hall and drug him into the kitchen. He then took John's wrists and hand cuffed John to the island. The island was stainless steel and the poles were bolted to the floor in the middle of the kitchen. Batista was going to make sure damn John was not going anywhere. Batista walked back into the hall way and picked up the black pouch, smelling salts and syringe. He made his way back down the hall and into the kitchen. Batista laid his naked body back down on top of a bleeding John, climbing back in between John's legs again.

"Time to wake up, I can't wait to hear your beautiful screams." Batista laughed as he took the capsule of smelling salt and broke it open, waving it under John's nostrils. John started to come around almost immediately. He could still feel Batista's hand wrapped around his throat. "AHHHHuunngghh!" John screamed out in pain as Batista rammed his rod back all the way in, pushing his cock deep inside of John. John's eyes started to roll in the back of his head, he was about to pass out from the pain again.

Batista slapped John on the face hard. "Oh no you don't Dimples, isn't that what Randy calls you, Dimples? Wakie Wakie hands on snakie." Batista sneered as he grabbed a hold of John's cock, pulling it real hard. John's eyes flooded with tears of anger as Batista touched his privets, and called him Dimples. That is Randy's name for him, no one was allowed to call him that, only Randy. "Awe why so sad Dimples? Don't you like the way my cock feels deep inside of you? Doesn't my hand feel good stroking your dick? Too bad your Baby is not here to see this. I bet Randy would love to get off watching you get fucked by another man." Batista sneered.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Batista demanded. Dave removed his hands from John's cock and red, bruised throat. He took his hand and grabbed John's face, forcing John to face him. "I said fucking look at me Dimples!" Batista yelled as he picked something up off of the floor. Slowly John looked up at Batista, and when he did fear it's self almost made John's heart stop. John looked on in terror at the syringe in Batista's hand.

John struggled the best he could to fight Dave off, the hand cuffs were just too tight, they cut into John's wrist, bringing blood. Batista held onto John's face tight and held him down. Batista took the needle and stuck John into the side of John's neck with it. He placed his thumb at the other end of the syringe and pushed the drug into John.

The drug Batista shot John up with was called Ephedrine, it was a stimulant, Dave knew if he waited for a few minutes John would have no choice but to stay wake, the drug would prevent John from passing back out again.

"Uuuhhhggghh...stooooppp...!" John screamed out as he felt Batista's cock rip his bleeding ass even wider. "Ooohhhh Yeeeaahhh! So damn tight Dimples, I could fuck you all day and night...good thing it is early yet huh?" Dave taunted. Batista continued to ram himself in and out, then back into John over and over again. "Huuurrtttss...uuuuggghhh...sstttoppp...plee...!" John's cries of pain were cut off as Batista's lips were mashed onto his. John struggled to move his head to the side, he was trying everything he could to stop Dave from kissing him. In the past five years only Randy's lips have ever touched his.

John prayed for the darkness to come and claim him again so he wouldn't have to continue to feel the pain, but it never came. Dave Batista was not only ripping John's insides apart, He was taking all of the intimate things John loved about him and Randy and was trying to rip those out as well. Batista pulled his lips away from John's, but not before forcing and plunging his tongue deep into John's mouth.

"Raaannndddyyyy!" John cried out in a whisper as Batista's lips left his own. Batista smirked at John. Dave laughed, "Randy won't be coming to save you Dimples, he is having some fun of his own right now. Well that is if John Laurinaitis is having it his way." John gasped at the words he heard. "God no! Not...no...Randy!" John cried out in fear. The thought that Randy was going through the same thing he was right now, was just too much for John's mind to take. John screamed out one last time in pain as Batista came hard inside of him...

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Mark sighed as he climbed out of the rental car. He hated what he was about to do. Kevin's husband had took his own life, before Mark's plane had even taken off. He had no choice but to rent a car and head back to Kevin's house. Mark felt that Kevin should be told about Scott's death in person.

Mark walked into the house and looked around for Kevin. He searched the whole house, even the basement that Hunter was once held in. Mark had walked down the stairs to the basement. He couldn't find Hunter or Kevin. "What the hell, maybe Kevin has Hunter tied up in that old storage building he used to have on the property, that is if it's still there.?" 'Taker thought to himself.

Mark left the basement and the house, making his way back to the rental car. He drove to the storage building and climbed out of the small car. "I can't believe that was the biggest vehicle that they had." Mark said out loud as he shook his head. He made his way to the door of the storage building and opened it up. "What in the hell? Who in the hell are you?" Mark yelled.

AJ jumped at the mans voice. He was lost in his own sexual thoughts. Mark moved closer to the man who was bound to the bed. "Ugh ummn" AJ stuttered. Mark looked down at a cum covered Allen, who still had the dildo inside of his ass. "Never fuckin' mind I know what you are doing here. You must be Kevin's new play thing!" Taker stated.

Mark was beyond furious. He stormed around the room and started to toss things and kick stuff. His heart stopped as his eyes feel onto the over turned trash can. A shirt, well a part of one, laid on the floor. Mark bent down and looked at the torn material that was stained with dried blood. "Evan?"...Mark exclaimed. He picked up the shirt and stood up.

For the first time Mark really looked around the storage building at all the chains that hung from the walls and the ceiling. Mark gasped and tears filled his eyes at the thought of what might have happened to his son in this very room. "Evan?...

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His heart was pounding so hard in his chest as he ran to the front door of his home. His heart stopped at the sight of the scattered clothes on the floor. His heart broke as he saw the streaks of blood that trailed to the kitchen door. His heart shattered at the moans he heard coming from down the hall.

Randy took off running to the kitchen, He stopped for only one second at the sight before him. Batista was sitting on top of John's chest and had his cock in John's mouth. John's eyes were tear filled, red, and bulging as he gagged around Dave's thick cock.

As quietly as he could Randy reached for a knife. Randy took the large kitchen knife and plunged it deep into Dave's neck. The knife went straight into Batista's jugular vein. Randy pulled Dave off of John. John gasped for air, when Batista's cock was yanked from his throat. "Ran...dy?" John crocked out. Randy looked for the key to the hand cuffs, finding them in the black pouch. He unbound John's wrists and took him into his arms. Randy held onto John, and John held onto his life line as tight as he could. "It's all over. I've got you Dimples. Batista can't hurt you anymore." Randy said to a shaking John. John shivered at the nickname, then looked over to a bleeding and dieing Dave Batista.

One last gurgle came from Dave Batista, then hell welcomed him with open arms...

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a/n: As noted at the top of the chapter this will be the last chapter with Non/Con...I'm sorry to anyone this chapter might have upset...I hope you all will continue to keep reading and reviewing...but for story reasons this chapter had to be written the way it was...thank you M.j