Thank U all! Renna33, have faith in Matty, will ya? He will do all he can, I promise. NeroAnne, What is it about Jeff that screams, "Rape me!" ? Glad I wasn't the only one who thought so. And if Orton didn't act like a jerk, well, he just wouldn't be Randy Orton. Glad you don't hate me. Hope no one else does...
Captive:
Chapter five/ 'Bitch'Rated; M/ L,V
Randy led a clothed Jeff Hardy down to the kitchen at knife point. He held the handcuffs in his hand. Randy pulled out a chair.
"Sit." He commanded motioning to it.
"I'm not a dog, Orton." Jeff reminded him again.
Randy sighed. "Would you please have a seat, Mr. Hardy?" Randy sounded more polite, but that was cloaked with sarcasm.
Jeff glared at Randy for a second, irritated, but hungry. So he sat down. Randy grabbed Jeff's left hand and pulled it behind him.
"If you cuff me, how will I eat, Orton?" Jeff asked.
"Relax, Jeff, I'm only cuffing one hand." He assured.
Randy snapped one cuff on Jeff's wrist, making him wince at the metal's coldness, then he snapped the other cuff on the back of the chair. It wasn't fool proof, Randy understood that, but he had a knife and figured it'd be pretty hard to run from him bound to a chair. Randy walked over to the counter and picked up a paper plate that had a sandwich on it. He sat it down in front of him.
"Eat up. Don't worry, it's not poisoned." Randy added when he noticed Jeff looking at him funny.
Jeff rolled his eyes.
"What? We can't give you utensils. It'll have to be finger foods til we get plastic." Randy understood that forks and especially knives could be used as weapons.
"I could kill you with a plastic spoon, Orton." Jeff threatened. A half smile on his face. 'See, I can be demented too.'
"Be thankful you get a meal." Randy hissed.
"What about something to drink. Or, would you like it if I choked? Edge wouldn't be happy with you if I choked to death." Jeff replied eyes drilling holes through Orton.
"All you had to say was 'Can I have something to drink?', you don't have to be rude."
Randy opened the refrigerator and got out a bottle of soda, then retrieved a paper cup off the counter and poured the drink inside. Jeff flipped through the sandwich, curious as to what it was. Randy sat the pop down.
"Actually, I could kill you with this paper plate. I think it'd be sharp enough to slice a vein." Jeff pondered.
Randy was agitated. He picked up the plate and sat just the sandwich back down on the table.
"No plate for you then." He said tossing the plate in the trash.
"Fine. I'll just drown you then." Jeff tossed the pop in Randy's face.
Randy backed up and shook off the liquid, seething. He grabbed a hold of Jeff by the back of the neck. Holding the knife tightly to the front of his neck almost breaking skin. Jeff never tore his off Orton, holding his breath trying not to focus on the knife that was against his throat.
"Listen you little shit, for that I should..."
"What, Randy, what? You're not gonna do shit, because you're more afraid of Edge than anyone else is. You're doing this for reasons other money aren't you? Edge has something on you, doesn't he?" Jeff shouted even though he was scared shitless.
Randy never took his eyes off Jeff's. "You have no idea, Hardy."
Randy let Jeff go and got a towel and wiped his face. Jeff returned to breathing.
"So, what is it? Why are you helping Edge?"
"Just shut the fuck up and eat, Jeff. You're lucky I'm not letting you starve, but thanks to that little stunt, you do not get anything else to drink. If you choke, I know the heimlich maneuver." Randy sat down across the table not relinguishing his stare on Jeff.
Jeff finished eating and to Randy's credit the sandwich wasn't poisoned. Yes, he was thirsty as hell, but be damned he ask Orton for anything. He now found both of his hands cuffed interlocking with the chair behind him.
"Let me ask you something; Do you think you deserve to be WWE champion?" Randy asked from across the table as he literally cleaned out from under his nails with the tip of the knife. He looked up at Jeff awaiting an answer.
"That's a stupid question."
"Answer it." Randy demanded.
"Yes, I deserve it. I've earned it. What about your last title run, did you deserve it?" Jeff countered.
"I beat Triple H in a Last Man Standing match." Randy said leaning foreward.
"After he had competed in two other matches earlier in the night. The first one being against you where he took the title you were handed." Jeff debated.
"I earned that belt, thank you. I defeated all comers proving that I was better than all of them. Infact, you were one of the people I beat while I was champion. I went on to 'Mania, I successfully retained my title on the biggest stage of them all. You won't make it there this year, Hardy. You are a ghost as of now." Randy stated.
"Whatever, man." Jeff turned his head and stared at the wall away from Randy.
"Whatever? Can't wait for you to 'whatever' Edge." Randy replied.
"You're just a bitch, man. You're Edge's bitch." Jeff stared back at him.
"I'd talk about being Edge's bitch. I came so hard thinking about him fucking you. Maybe he'll let me watch sometime, then we'll see whose the bitch." Randy folded is arms.
"Not only a bitch, but a dumb bitch." Jeff smirked.
"Shut the fuck up, Hardy." Randy sat back. They heard a car door slam. "Ah, good, Adam is here." Randy smiled.
They heard the door in the living room being opened and shut back.
"Hello, Kiddies. You miss me."
Edge grinned widely as he entered the kitchen.
"Ah, Jeffrey, I see Randy has made sure you're clean and fed, how nice of him." Edge said snaking his arms around Jeff from behind.
"Id' like the rest of my payment now." Randy's eyes were shadowed as he gazed up with them, his head still down, still picking at his nails with the knife.
"In due time, Randy, in due time. I have DVDs." Edge announced. "Let's go watch, shall we?"
He nuzzled his face next to Jeff's neck breathing him in. Jeff inched away, but that didn't bother Edge.
"Orton, the key please."
Randy sighed and got up and retrieved the key from his pocket and handed it to Edge. Edge unlocked the cuffs from the chair, pulling Jeff up and recuffing his hands behind him. Jeff's eyes were trained on Orton who held up and tapped on the knife. The move should become his new taunt or something.
"Don't try any shit, Hardy." Randy warned.
"To the living room, let's go." Edge replied guiding Jeff in to the room adjacent to the kitchen. Jeff didn't feel much better now that Edge was home.
--xx--
Matt held on to the phone looking down at the pad of paper he had with Superstar and Diva names scribbled down on it. He had lost track of who all he had called, so he had made a list. Some of the locker room was getting irrittaed at being called multiple times and drilled on the whereabouts of one Jeff Hardy. He tapped the pen on the paper waiting.
"Maria? You haven't see or heard from Jeff have you?" Matt asked the Smackdown Diva.
"Jeff? No. I said 'good-bye' to him before I left last night. But I left before he did. He's had no reason to call me. Was he supposed to call me? Ohh, Eve's calling me! Hold on." Maria babbled.
"No, it's okay, Maria. If you do see or hear from Jeff, call me, alright."
"Okay, bye, Matt."
Matt closed the phone. He was getting no where fast. He just wanted to find Jeff, strangle him for worrying him and then he could go on about living his life normally. Well, okay, his life was far from normal, but as normal as it gets he supposed.
--xx--
Edge pushed Jeff down on the couch. He sat down beside him and grabbed the remote as Randy popped in the DVD.
"That's fine, Randall. You better go get rest so you can watch Jeffy here tonight." Edge wrapped his arm around Jeff who struggled with him to his not caring.
"I have RAW Monday, Edge. I can't stay up all night everynight babysitting." Randy pointed out.
"I know, I have it all figured out, don't worry. I'll be here. I told Vickie I'd be staying with relatives Monday night. We're good." Edge reassured. Jeff didn't like the thoughts of being here all night with a maniac.
"Fine." Orton rolled his blue eyes and retreated up the stairs.
Edge jerked Jeff closer as he pushed 'play'. Luckily it wasn't porn or another horror movie to give Edge more ideas. It was a WWE pay-per-view DVD home video. It was the 2008 Royal Rumble. Figures.
"Since you and Randy will be getting close.. I wanted to watch you two in action." Edge smirked skipping to the match.
Jeff stared. He had all the closeness and action he wanted from Orton earlier. It's funny, he felt numb. He was just counting the time until Matt found him, or until he could find an escape plan. Edge brought his other arm around and locked it on the hand that was around Jeff's shoulder, snuggling into him as if he was a pillow. Edge grinned, he was psychotically happy.
"Oooh, what a move that was. You nearly broke Randall's neck there, Jeff." Edge looked over at him, not bothered by the hatred in Jeff's eyes or the misery on his face.
Time had passed. Jeff stared, bored watching the Rumble match. Edge hadn't uttered a peep. Infact, he heard him breathing soundly, it sounded like soft snoring. Jeff risked taking a peek.
Edge's eyes were closed, he was indeed snoring. Edge was asleep!
Jeff's heart nearly skipped a beat. This could be his chance out. All he'd have to do is get free without waking him. Slowly Jeff began to wriggle out of Edge's grip which had losened thankfully. Jeff sat up cautiously. Almost there. He prayed Edge wouldn't wake up, all the while thinking about getting free.
What if he did? He didn't know where he was at, he had no phone, no car. Unless he used Edge's. He couldn't drive like this. The keys to the cuffs were in Edge's pocket. Probably along with the car keys. He'd have to run. But that was fine. He'd worry about all that shit as soon as he was out the door.
Edge snorted and moved a bit. Jeff froze, his eyes wide, holding his breath, listening only to the commentary on the DVD and his heart which drown that out. He waited a second. Edge didn't stir, but his grip was even more losened.
Jeff wriggled on out and stood up very slowly. He turned his head from the floor to Edge as he started tiptoeing across the floor. He'd have to be as quiet as possible. The door was in plain sight, it wasn't far. Jeff swallowed, making sure Edge's guard dog wasn't around.
No sign of Orton, and Edge was still out.
Jeff backed up to the door and began fumbling with the lock. He turned the bottom one slowly making sure it didn't make a noise. There was a slight click that made Jeff's blood freeze in his veins.
But, Edge was still out.
Jeff took hold of the top one, the pad lock. Turning it slowly, it was so hard. He pushed a little bit harder. And heard a loud 'click'.
I love cliffhangers. I don't know how long this story will be. Pretty long I'm betting. It's writing itself. I actually have later chapters already wrote and a plot for the ending. Guess you're just along for the ride. Will Jeffy make it out? Stay tuned. Oh, and no, this will not be a Maria/Jeff. Or Maria/Matt. Some Superstars and Divas included are are irrelevant to this story.
Also, I have also been stupidly spelling 'fasten' wrong. I've been spelling it 'facen' b/c I'm a dumb ass, and my brain has been like on the fritz. Forgive me, I'm not perfect, it will be spelled correctly from now on.