Thank U to all my readers. Glamagirl, I saw the words 'sick and wrong' and thought 'uh, oh'. I'm relieved you love it. Thanks. NeroAnne, I enjoyed writing the 'bitch' part, hehe. As for Matt, I am sticking with him being the perfect, worrisome, big brother. He will not turn on Jeff, not in my story.

Captive;

Chapter six/ 'Punishment'
Rated; M/ S,L,V

'Damn it'. Jeff thought.

Damn it was right. Edge snorted out of sleep and quickly noticed something was a miss. The Rated 'R' Superstar rubbed his head.

"Shit." He cursed looking around until his eyes landed on Jeff.

Jeff turned the knob as quickly as he could, swinging open the door. Edge was quick on his feet though and Speared Jeff in the door-way before the younger man knew what hit him. Edge stood up and shook his head. Jeff was curled on his side rolled up in a fetal-like position, moaning and twisting in pain from the blow. Edge grabbed a hold of Jeff's ankles and dragged him back inside the door.

"Nooo! God!" Jeff yelled.

Edge slammed the door and relocked it. He looked down at Jeff who was still doubled over on his side writhing in pain, groaning.

"Oh, I see we think we're clever do we?" Edge said angrily

Edge kicked Hardy in the gut to add on to the Spear. Jeff cried out again.

"I tried to be nice to you, Jeff. All you had to do was sit on the fucking couch and watch a goddamn pay-per-view with me. But you failed at that like you fail at everything else in life. What am I gonna do with you?"

Edge leaned down and grabbed Jeff's shirt and pulled him up to where he was sitting on his ass.

"Huh, Jeff? What are we gonna do? I can't have you trying to escape everytime my back is turned."

"You need help, Edge." Jeff slurred.

"I need help? I need help?"

Edge closed his eyes and held his breath. Count to ten methods were useless. He reopened his eyes and glared at Jeff with a cold hatred.

"Get it through your head, you're mine now. You'll do what I say."

"Fuck you, Edge, you bastard."

Edge growled and slapped Jeff hard across the face causing him to shout and fall back to the ground.

"You need to watch your damn mouth." Edge grabbed Jeff's ankles again and drug him on over to the couch.

"Somebody help!" Jeff finally screamed. "Help me, please!"

"No one can hear you, Jeffrey." Edge snarled.

He got down and laid beside of his captive propping himself up with his left elbow and resting his head on his fist.

"This place is far.. far.. from civilization. Even if you did escape, you'd die before you made it to civilization. I'm only protecting you, Jeff. If you are here, you're safe. It's not safe out there. I am positive that there are wild animals... there are wild animals that would think you'd make a fine meal. A Hardy meal." Edge smirked.

Edge ran his fingers through Jeff's hair, playing with his colorful locks.

"You need to stop being such a baby. It's only making it harder on yourself." Edge traced his thumb over jeff's lips.

'I'm gonna die if I don't get outta here. This maniac will kill me.' Jeff thought pulling away. Edge only went back to his hair.

"Tonight's that Tribute To The Troops special WWE does every year. You remember going a few weeks back don't ya? They air it tonight. I wanted to watch it, but I can't trust you, I think I need to chain or tie you up so you don't try and run off again. But if I do that, you won't be able to watch it with me. I wanted you to watch with me."

Jeff let Edge ramble as he twisted a strand of Jeff's hair between his fingers.

"Promise me you won't go anywhere."

Jeff only growled in frustration and looked the other way. He was laying on his back on his arms again and they were tingling with numbness.

"You know, I really should punish you for your defiance."

Edge moved his hand down to Hardy's stomach and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up. Jeff closed his eyes tight. He didn't want him touching him. Edge's hand trailed across Jeff's abs.

"You've been such a bad boy."

Jeff turned his head over and looked Edge dead in the eyes.

"Go to hell."

Edge growled and stood to his feet. He grabbed hold of Jeff's shirt and pulled him up. He placed one hand on his head and took hold of the back of his pants with the other tossing him over the couch arm as if he were tossing an opponent outside of the ring. Jeff winced for a second and then brought his leg up and kicked Edge in the knee. Edge nearly lost his balance, but instead retaliated with a few forearm blows to Hardy's back.

"I'm tired of playing with you, Jeff. You think this shit is funny?" Edge grabbed at his hair as it was habit.

"I think you're psycho." Jeff panted.

Edge hit him in the back of the head right on the bump from the lead pipe shot the previous night. Jeff screamed out in pain laying further over the sofa arm and burying his face into the cushions.

Edge leaned over him and grabbed a handful of Jeff's hair forcing his face to the side so he could stare him in the eyes. He twisted his fingers in his hair causing his grip to pull tighter. Jeff winced and struggled under Edge's weight.

"You brought this on yourself, Hardy. I tried to be nice to you and you attack me. Well, I'm done being nice."

Edge raised up and reach underneath Jeff unfastening his button and his zipper. Edge then undid his own belt, pulling it free from the loops in his jeans. He raised it up and took a hold of the other end and brought them together fastening the belt back.

"Edge.. stop.. you're only making your death more painful when Matt finds me."

"Matty's not gonna find you." Edge growled.

Edge jerked Jeff's pants down. Jeff wiggled around and screamed when he felt Edge stripe his flesh with the folded belt.

"Oooh, whoo, ooh. I bet that felt good." Edge taunted.

"Fuck you, you sick fuck!" Jeff yelled back.

Edge strapped him again as hard as he could could causing Jeff to shout out again.

"Shit shit shit.." Jeff cursed at the stinging in his flesh. His flesh quickly begining to turn a nice shade of red.

Edge dangled the belt above him running it along Jeff's backside slowly enjoying what he was doing in sick demented ways. He drew back and slapped Jeff again with the leather strap earning another tortured scream.

"Told you you needed to be punished, Jeff. You didn't believe me."

"You're sick, you demented asshole." Jeff panted.

Edge really hated when he fought back. He striped him a few more times half angry, half horny and getting more turned on everytime Jeff hollered out. He raised Jeff's shirt up as far as it would go with the handcuffs in his way. He drew the belt back and strapped his back and arms a couple of times. He liked hearing Jeff scream with every blow. He liked seeing him jerk at the stinging the belt caused as it hit his flesh. He liked how raw and red Jeff's skin was turning.

"Are you sorry?"

"You'll be the one whose sorry." Jeff snapped.

Edge shook his head and delivered another blow receiving another agonized groan.

He wanted Jeff broken. Right now he guessed he'd have to just work on getting Jeff broken in. Jeff was thankful when he heard Edge drop the belt to the floor. That faded, however, when he heard Adam's zipper come down.

'No, not again, please, not again.'

Edge was already hard by that time. He shoved his pants down past his hips and far enough down.

"Edge.. stop.."

"Shut up." Edge traced his fingers over the welt marks that were already begining to show on Jeff's skin.

He spread Jeff's legs further apart for better access. Edge took hold of his own cock, he was so horny that it hurt even touching it. He directed it towards Jeff's center pushing his head slowly past the sensitive tight ring of muscle, nearly exploding when he heard Jeff scream.

"Please.. God.. help me!" He knew no one would. Shit, Orton was upstairs, probably listening and getting off.

"C'mon, beg, Jeffrey. Beg! I like it when you beg, you little bitch." Edge snarled.

Edge forced his way on inside making Jeff cry out louder. He leaned over loving the feeling of being connected to the man he was obsessed with.

"That's it, Hardy." Edge growled grabbing Jeff's hair and holding his head down into the cushions of the beige couch. "You want this hard? You'll get it hard."

Edge slapped the back of his head before raising back up and grabbing Jeff's hips holding on some to his pants and digging nails into Jeff's flesh. Edge wiggled his hips getting in a position that felt right before he started to thrust. Not doing it easy, but rough, and hard. Cold and uncaring. He loved it when Jeff screamed. It sounded like rock music. He craved it like an addiction. And the more Jeff cried out and yelled in pain the more it made Edge wanna pound him harder.

"Go on, Jeffrey, beg. Beg for someone to come save you. Pray. Pray that your brother Matt's gonna come save you. I want him to. I'll tie him up and make him watch while I fuck the hell outta you. Then I'll let Randy have him. And it'll be your fault." Edge ranted.

Jeff tried to tune it out. It was killing all hope he did have left. Edge stopped for a second leaning over, crushing Jeff's cuffed arms under his weight.

"Let me hear you, Jeff! Beg, cry." Edge taunted.

Jeff yelled out as Edge's teeth nipped at his back then at his neck.

"It's funny, you'd think you'd taste like Skittles, rainbow boy." Edge smirked licking up the side of Jeff's face. "C'mon, Jeff, beg for me."

Jeff didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Edge bit him even harder on the back. Hard enough to hurt, almost drawing blood. Jeff screamed.

"Please... please... stop... I can't take it... Adam.." Jeff screamed at him.

Edge raised back up again satisfied as he began pounding into Jeff's ass again.

"Oh.. God... please.."

Edge stabbed at Jeff's prostate, hitting it, causing the younger Hardy's body to tense up.

"C'mon, Jeffro, relax. You know you like this, you slut." Edge growled.

Edge thrust hard once again piercing that hidden little pleasure button, and couldn't resist hitting his mark again and again. He relished the fact that even though Jeff was in pain and hated what was being done to him in such a heinous manner.. Jeff's body couldn't help but respond to it. Jeff closed his eyes tight trying to block out the waves of torturous pain and the brief stabs of unwanted pleasure. It wasn't his fault that the human body reacts to things it shouldn't or that its mind knew was wrong. It wasn't helping, he still felt like a whore.

"You are a whore, Jeff." Edge groaned almost reading his mind. "You're my whore. Don't you forget that, ever."

Edge reveled in the fact that Jeff was now hoarse from screaming and was crying. He loved being in control of him. He loved calling the shots in his life now.

"Just hold still, almost there.." Edge grunted. He came a few second later, pulled out and fixed his clothes.

Jeff laid still, feeling sick, his chest hurting from trying not to cry, his throat sore from all the shouting. His soul was numb. Numb from the pain, numb from the guilt, literally numb. Edge pulled Jeff's pants back up then grabbed his shirt and lifted him up.

"I know; duct tape." Edge announced.

He grabbed Jeff's hair and lead him into the kitchen. Okay, lead wasn't it, more like dragged. He shoved Jeff to the ground on his stomach placing his foot on his back to hold him down. He opened the drawer and rummaged around inside finding what he was looking for.

"Aha!" Edge proclaimed happily.

He rolled off some of the tape and bent down and wrapped it multiple times tightly around Jeff's already cuffed wrists. Jeff just breathed heavy, his eyes still blurred with tears, he wasn't even sure he had stopped crying. Edge sat on Jeff's lower back facing his feet as he tightly bound Jeff's ankles together. Jeff only winced and groaned in compliance.

"This will guarantee you won't leave me." Edge smiled.

He got up and studied his work and the duct tape. He had used a lot.

"I'll have to get more of this tomorrow." He tossed the nearly empty roll of silver tape back inside the drawer and picked Jeff up like he was a child and carried him back to the living room.

--xx--

Matt sat on his sofa with his elbows propped up on his knees, his hands were clasped together holding up his chin with both thumbs. He sat blankly as he watched his little brother receive a Bigboot from JBL during the Tribute To The Troops special. He continued watching as Jeff ducked the Closeline From Hell, hit the Twist Of Fate and then scored the Swanton Bomb on the Texas brute for the pinfall. His look was of stone as he saw CM Punk and R. Truth pull Jeff up and raise his arms high in the air.

Matt was at an utter loss.

Everything was going fine for Jeff. Finally everything seemed to be falling into place. Matt had taken Jeff's house apart looking for clues. He found nothing. No reason for just vanishing into thin air.

No trail to point Matt in the right direction.

Jeff Hardy has vanished.

But what really pissed Matt off is no one knew why, or where to, no one acted surprised. Didn't they fucking care that his brother, his flesh and blood, just went poof into almost non-existence?

Matt covered his face with his hands.

It made no sense.

Jeff wouldn't of just ran off like this without telling him, of their dad, a relative, a family member, a co-worker, a friend.. Somebody had to know!

But Matt had tried all of them, All the people Jeff would have confided in if there had been a problem, or if he felt like he needed to disappear for a while.

Matt didn't think this was Jeff's doing... no... he knew this was not Jeff's doing. He had a feeling in his gut, in his soul, in his heart, in all the places where he knew Jeff best that this was the work of something sinister.

And even if Matt died trying, he was going to get to the bottom of it. It was time to start interrogating Jeff's enemies. All the people who would want to hurt his brother, or use him to get at Matt. Or better yet, someone who might just be jealous, embarrassed, or vengeful.

He had a few people in mind. Even though one name placed at the top of his list. Matt got out his paper and began to write.

Numder one; Edge...

Okay, I'm evil, I'm mean, I'm demented, I know and realize and revel in this. But, you knew that I couldn't let Jeff escape. I wouldn't have a story if Jeffrey escaped, now would I? No, I would not. And you also knew that Matty would suspect Edge first of all. That's all I'll say.