Thank you to all my readers, and everyone who love this story. And to all the 'not nice' people who thought Vickie got what was coming to her. Renna33, lol! I so warned everyone. sevvysvampire2008, was that a good, or bad, 'wow'? Chisato-chan, Vickie had to go. Proud 2 be cruel, happy to not be a bitch. XD! Animal Luvr 4 Life, I have taken everything in to account, trust me. I think I've over-used the basement, so no one needs to be back there. It is especially filthy w/ Vickie germs everywhere (shudder). grleviathan, I still have secrets to expose. NeroAnne, it gives me grief. Randy was supposed to be Edge's dim-witted accomplice and be evil. Rated-RKO style. But I accidently turned it into a (gulp) lovestory. And now he seems Bipolar.
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Chapter seventeen/ 'Digging Graves'Rated; M/ L, S, V
"Dig!" Edge demanded.
Randy had a shovel and was attacking the dirt with it. Edge sat on the pattio with Jeff beside him as he held to him lovingly. He had cleaned him up and duct taped his wrists tightly together behind him. Edge also had tape over his mouth incase he decided to scream for help.
"Shhh, it's okay. No more Vickie. Vickie's gone. Now I have all the time in the world for you." Edge cooed.
"What about her children, Edge." Randy asked with his hand on his hip, holding the shovel up with the other.
"I don't give a shit about those brats. They have other family. Let Chavo deal with them. He was screwing the fat slut anyway. Or Big Show. I know he was fucking her. I just know it." Edge said biting his nails.
Randy sighed.
"Get to digging, Orton."
Vickie had been chopped up and placed in various garbage bags and they were just waiting to be dumped in the hole Edge was making Orton prepare. They had mopped up the floors and cleaned the blood off the walls the best they could. Now, Edge had Randy digging a grave in the backyard to bury his wife. Randy still didn't understand Edge's motives.
"I have all I want right here. All I care about." Edge kissed Jeff's cheek.
Randy shook his head and continued the labor.
Soon the 'grave' was deep enough to be approved by Edge.
"Toss the bags in the hole." Edge demanded.
Darkness had set in. Edge held on to Jeff who whimpered and whined through the thick tape, he struggled against best efforts. Edge didn't care though, he was used to Jeff wiggling around. All it really did was make him hornier.
"Why are we doing this?" Randy asked tossing the bags down into the grave. He was glad they weren't leaking blood. Randy, however, was still covered in Vickie's blood and brains. And now he was covered with dirt.
"Becauuuse, I have a way of explaining both my lovely wife's disappearance and Jeffrey's at the same time." Edge smiled.
"And how the fuck is that? If I'm gonna be your partner, I want in on your plans." Randy tossed the last bag inside then grabbed the shovel.
"It's simple really; we're gonna dump her car somewhere, it's a rental, so... I'm gonna have Jeffro here write a little note explaining to Vickie that he loves her and they're gonna run away together, to be left in the car. I'll tell the authorities that we were having problems and I suspect she was cheating on me. They'll just think that Vickie and Jeff ran away together and that'll be the end of it. I'll play grieving husband, people will pity me and stop looking to me as a suspect in the disappearance of Jeff Hardy."
"You seriously think that line of bullshit will work?" Randy shoveled dirt inside the hole.
"I know it will work. Now, shut up and fill in the dirt. Besides, I do know she was seeing Chavo. I have proof. I have love notes she had written him. I have notes from Show. So people won't second guess that she left me for Jeff." Edge continued to nip at his fingers, spitting out pieces of nail fragment.
Randy shrugged. He thought it was a stupid plan, but why argue with the mad man?
Randy heard Jeff moaning louder, struggling and kicking on the lawn sofa. When he looked over, Edge's hand was sliding down inside Jeff's pants. Edge only pushed and held him against the sofa as he began kissing his neck.
"Shhh, shhh.. it's okay."
Edge's hand was now all the way inside fondling him much to Hardy's protests.
"Hey, man, do you have to do that out here?" Randy asked.
"I'll do it wherever I feel like it. This is my property. Mine!" Edge snapped.
Randy nodded. "Okay, dude... I just.. never mind." Randy continued to shovel.
"I thought you wanted to watch, Randy." Edge pointed out still molesting Jeff under his pants. Jeff struggled more, crying.
"You just do it so much." Randy muttered.
"I can't help it. I can't get enough of him." Edge licked up the side of Jeff's face taking tears with him. Jeff rolled his eyes over at Edge before blinking them.
"I'm just horny, man. And watching you doesn't help me out." Randy sighed. He was disappointing himself with his shitty excuses.
"Someone else is horny too." Edge laughed rubbing Jeff's cock. Jeff hated Edge touching him. He hated that his dick responded to it.
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(December 31, 2008-- Wednesday/ January 1, 2009 New Year's)
Randy finished burying what was left of 'Mrs. Edge'. They cleaned up, making sure no blood was evident, changing into clean clothes. They took shifts so the other could watch Jeff. To Adam's credit, he didn't rape Jeff again. Then, Edge forced Jeff to write a couple of love notes. Jeff had screwed up twice, his hands were so shaky. It didn't help that Edge was holding a knife over him threatening to chop off fingers if he tried anything funny. Edge reread them making sure they were okay.
Edge put on gloves then tied his hair up and stuffed it inside a skull cap that covered a lot of his face. He wore black clothes. Orton was sure he had been watching too many crazy movies. Randy took the other car, while Edge shoved an unwilling Jeff into the passanger side of Vickie's rental. He wasn't afraid he'd bail, Jeff couldn't with his hands retaped behind his back. Edge didn't want to leave hair samples, of fingerprints. He wanted Jeff to, which is why he made him touch the door handle before he stuffed him inside. He even plucked a few strands of Jeff's hair to plant in the car. He knew the road he was ditching the car in, it took a while to get there.
Randy drove behind him. Orton could drive away in the car and be free. But there was the evidence Edge had on him, tied with the Vickie murder, and Edge had Jeff in his car. What a shitty way to spend New Year's Eve. News Year's day wouldn't be any better. He could be somewhere getting drunk. No, he had to aid in a murder.
Edge parked the car and flipped open his cell.
"Come around to the side and get Jeff. Wear your gloves." Adam demanded.
Randy rolled his eyes. Edge sure liked to boss him. Randy pulled on his gloves. No fingerprints. Edge planted the letters in the visor. Randy jerked Jeff out of the car and shut the door. Edge walked around and took hold of Jeff and led him to the other car shoving him in the backseat.
"You next, let's go." Edge said as Randy got in behind Jeff and shut the door.
Edge got in the driverseat and adjusted the mirror. He didn't have to adjust the seat since he and Orton were basically the same height.
"Hold on, kiddies." Edge smiled looking back at Randy as he held tightly to Jeff through the mirror. Edge ignored the cold glare that Orton shot back at him as he pulled out.
--xx--
Edge shoved Jeff inside the house. Randy followed and locked the door. He was so tired.
"Let's go, everybody upstairs." Edge commanded.
"Where are we going now, to get a good night's rest?" Randy smarted.
"No. I wanna finish what Vickie interrupted earlier. To the bedroom. Move it."
"Noo.. please.. noo." Jeff whined crumbling to the floor. The duct tape had long been removed.
"Randy, carry Jeffy here upstairs." Edge pointed, the lunatic was still holding the knife.
Randy rolled his eyes and picked Jeff up slinging him over his shoulder. He wasn't about to argue with Edge, the man was unstable.
"Randy.. no.. please.. don't.." Jeff begged.
"You be quiet, Jeffrey. We're gonna have some fun after a long day of work." Edge said following behind up the steps.
Randy sat Jeff down on the bed, sticking to the whole 'it's me, or you' bullshit. Orton sighed and started to leave. Edge stopped him holding the knife to his chest. Randy looked down at the blade.
"Ohhh, no, no, no. You stay." Edge shut the door.
Randy swallowed and gazed over at Jeff.
"Pick him up and hold him." Edge said motioning to Jeff with the knife.
Randy looked at him confused. But instead jerked Jeff up to his feet holding his arm around him from behind. His heart pounded, praying in his head that Edge was done killing for the night. Edge walked over to Jeff slowly, grabbing his face as Jeff whimpered.
"Shh, shh, no, you're okay. Other than earlier, you've been good today. But don't worry, any aggression I had against you, or Matt, I took out on Vickie." Edge groped him through his pants.
Randy looked away feeling more than uncomfortable. Edge unbuttoned Jeff's pants taking his time, sliding down the zipper slowly. Edge leaned in and kissed Jeff's lips gently. Hearing him moan as he slipped his hand down his pants. Jeff wiggled making it hard for Randy to hold him. It was wrong in so many fucking ways. But the feel of Jeff's behind rubbing against his crotch was making him hard. Edge continued to fondle Jeff, stroking him roughly. Kissing near his mouth and neck as Hardy turned his head. He could feel Orton's hardness poking him in the ass, he couldn't believe he was helping this monster do this to him. Why the fucking hell should it surprise him?
Randy stared at Edge. He was terrified. The man had not too long ago murdered his wife, fucking Lizzie Borden style, with an axe. And now that same man was giving a hand job to the man he was convinced was his fucking soul mate like nothing bad existed.
Edge dropped to his knees, raising Jeff's shirt up and kissing his stomach. Jeff held his breath, he had every reason to be scared shitless. Orton had just as many rights to be scared shitless. Edge had finally gone completely off. There was no telling what else he was capable of. Who he was capable of doing it to.
"Randy.. please.. stop.. you.."
Randy cupped his hand over his mouth and nuzzled his face next to Jeff's. He reminded himself to explain everything if they lived through the night. Edge dipped his tongue inside Jeff's belly button making him whine more. Edge tugged at Jeff's pants pulling them down.
"That's it, hold him.."Edge panted.
Jeff's eyes widened as he felt Adam's lips slide over the head of his cock and down his shaft, fucking him with his mouth. Randy continued to nuzzle Jeff's neck, breathing him in. Hoping it would offer a little bit of comfort if any.
"Don't fight him." Randy whispered. His voice was shaky, he was surprised the words came out steady and whole at all.
Edge took him out still stroking Jeff's semi-erect cock in his hand.
"That's it, Jeff, get hard for me... you can't lie to yourself, you know it feels good." Edge taunted.
Jeff gasped as Edge took him back in, sucking hard.
"No.. please.. just stop.."
It did feel good. Jeff was damning himself, and he felt dirty and seriously afraid for his holy fucking life. But his cock somehow saw different. It was getting harder as Edge sucked him.
"Stop it, please.. no!" Jeff shouted, panting.
Edge got to his feet and looked him in the eyes.
"See, I told ya, you enjoy it." He replied stroking Jeff a couple more times. "Let him go, Orton."
Edge took hold of Jeff, holding him up.
"You. Sit down." Edge said to Randy who looked confused.
"Wh..why?"
"I'm giving you what you want. Now, sit down and stop asking stupid questions." Edge tapped on the knife still holding it.
Randy swallowed and looked pitifully over at Jeff who looked away from him. He sat down on the side of the bed.
"Down on your knees, come on." Edge guided Jeff down.
"What the fuck are you...?"
"Unzip your pants, let's go." Edge comamnaded.
"Have you lost it?" Randy knew it was a dumb question.
"You wanted a blow job. You're gonna get it."
Edge forced Jeff over to him. Randy stared at Edge like he was crazy. Crazy was a fucking understatement.
"C'mon, Orton, get that cock out."
Randy felt tore in two. He wanted it. He wanted it fucking bad. But he wanted it to be more on Jeff's terms. Not Edge's. Randy lifted his shirt and undid his pants. What choice does he have? Refuse, let Edge stab him to death?
"A little bit faster." Edge demanded holding Jeff's head up as he slumped over on his knees.
Edge licked his lips.
"Go down on him."
"Edge, this is crazy. Let him go, he doesn't have to.."
"Shut up, Orton. Come on, Jeff, I wanna see Randy's cock in your pretty mouth. I think you wanna make me happy." Edge growled.
Edge literally shoved Jeff's head in Randy's lap.
"I said 'go down on him'."
Edge pulled Jeff's head up.
"Open you mouth, Jeff. Don't make me fucking hurt you." Edge threatened.
Randy's heart pounded. Edge was beyond insane.
"That's it, open your pretty little mouth."
Randy held his cock in his hand as he helped guide it into Jeff's mouth. The man was beginning to be devoid of human life. Whatever Jeff had left, disappeared when he saw Vickie murdered. This shit was getting too deep. Randy groaned as he felt Jeff's lips close around his hard member.
"Ohh.. shit.."
"Yeah, you like that, Randy. You like Jeffy sucking your cock." Edge taunted rubbing his hand across Jeff's back.
Randy held Jeff's head, threading fingers in his hair.
"Feels good.." Randy growled. It was no lie.
Randy cried out as Jeff's teeth scrapped him.
"You wanna fuck him?" Edge panted getting more turned on himself by what was going on.
Randy looked at him. Was it a trick question?
"What do you want, Edge?" Randy said slowly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Edge squinted his eyes.
Jeff winced as Edge reach down inside his pants running fingers between his ass cheeks.
"It means, I don't wanna die because of what I say." Randy said blatantly.
Edge smirked. Jeff cried out as Adam slid two fingers deep inside him, delibertly probing at his prostate.
"I'm not gonna kill you, Orton. You're too valuable... Vickie.. Vickie wasn't valuable to me. She's better off dead."
Randy swallowed. Jeff had stopped, his head laying in his lap. His dick was so hard and needed attention.
"Do you want to fuck Jeff? I'll let you. It's okay. Infact, I want you to fuck him. I wanna watch as you fuck him." Edge panted lustful.
Randy directed his eyes to Jeff's head in his lap, whining as Edge fingered him.
"Fine. But I wanna use lube." Randy said looking up at Edge with a defiant glare.
"That's fine by me."
Edge pulled his fingers out and raised Jeff's head up.
"How 'bout you? Is it fine by you, sweetheart?"
Edge forced another kiss on his lips. Randy actually tasted good. Edge licked his lips.
"Okay, lube is in the drawer, Randy, let's go."
Edge got up and jerked Jeff to his feet despite his protests. He shoved him over the side of the bed pulling his pants down further. Edge walked over to the other side, out of Randy's way.
"And untie his fucking hands. He's out of it, man. He's weak and done." Randy undid the duct tape and threw it down.
Edge grabbed Jeff's arms and jerked them above his head and held them down on the bed. He still held to the knife as twisted collateral.
"Fine, have it your way, just hold him." Edge licked his lips staring at Randy.
Orton rubbed some of the gel-like substance between Jeff's cheeks and then some on himself.
"Hurry up, Orton. We don't have all damn night." Edge encouraged.
Randy slowly pushed his way inside, wincing as he heard Jeff scream out.
"That's it, c'mon, make him scream." Edge actually bounced up and down.
Randy grabbed Jeff's arms, holding him down as he gently thrust into the man underneath him. Jeff was shaking and crying. Randy wanted to say he was sorry, apologize, but he could not say anything in front of Edge. Adam walked around to the side, getting a good view. He relished the sight of it. He unzipped his own pants, taking his cock in his hand and jerking himself as if he were at home alone watching porn. How wrong any of it was, didn't bother him. Why the fuck should it? Edge slowly crept around behind Orton. Studying his ass as he fucked Jeff.
"Hit his prostate a couple of times, see if he'll come." Edge smirked.
He continued to watch Randy's ass, remembering how he tasted. He wondered if Randy's ass was as tight as Jeff's. Before Randy could protest, his pants were yanked down as he felt the pain of Edge's cock shoving inside him.
"Oh, shit.." Randy groaned. This must be how Jeff felt.
"Don't stop, keep going." Edge nuzzled his face next to Randy's neck.
Randy had stopped when Adam had entered him. Edge took hold of his hips bending him forward just a bit as he began plunging in to Randy. Orton continued thrusting inspite of all of it. His head was spinning. Okay, the pain was intense, but he'd delt with pain before. Edge deliberty hitting his prostate, coupled with him fucking Jeff... was like incredible. A couple more thrusts and Randy came and pretty fucking hard. He rested on top of Jeff while Edge pounded him, holding to his shoulders, fucking him harder, rougher. Randy could feel burning pain shoot through him with every stabbing thrust. The stretching and tearing.
Randy knew it was wrong. They were in such shit and he felt like shit for what he had just done. He heard Adam moaning, grunting as he came before he pulled out and fixed his clothes. Randy looked down, lifting up a bit. Jeff wasn't moving. Randy pulled out and turned him over.
"Jeff, Jeff, Jeff!" He called.
Jeff was breathing. He had just passed out. Randy breathed relief.
"Hey, get your hands off my boyfriend, Orton." Edge pushed Randy away.
'But, I.."
"He's asleep. You wore him out. I let you fuck him, but he's my soul mate, Randy. Remember what your role in all of this is." Edge barked, now territorial.
Randy zipped himself up.
"Sorry. I'm gonna go to bed now. If that's okay by you?" Orton growled.
"Yeah, sure, buddy. You go on, get some sleep." Adam's tone changed back instantly to friendly.
Edge picked up the handcuffs and pulled Jeff's pants up and rolled him to the other side of the bed. He cuffed his hands to the top rail of the bed as usual. Edge kicked off his shoes and sat the knife on the dresser.
"We're gonna get some sleep too. Big day tomorrow convincing the world that Jeff and Vickie ran off together." Edge smiled. He covered Jeff up and got in beside him.
"Yeah, man. So, see ya tomorrow." Randy rubbed the back of his neck and exited the room.
Edge cuddled up to Jeff, laying his head on his chest and falling asleep.
Okay, I give you permission to hate me. I'm a cruel person, I'm evil, demented. This scene was wrote along with the murder scene and didn't quite tie in to everything else. This was actually the scene where Randy originally started to have a heart. Randy is scared shitless. And I have a hole to dig myself out of. Randy buried me in there when he buried Vickie.
I still have things to expose, I couldn't explain it all in the first chapter. As always, if something is a miss, I apologize.
I think Orton came down with reverse Stockholm Syndrome and fell in love with the captive. He does seem Bipolar, but he's just acting one way around Edge to cover his ass and at the same time trying to at least keep Jeff alive. Randy needs to grow a set, I know. But he's also had a hell of a lot of growing up to do thru this story.
With this story, I took the repressive chains off to write brutal and no holds barred. I do get graphic and descriptive, but I feel if you're gonna do it, then do it loud. If I've offended anyone, I'm sorry. And I plan on writing a sweeter love story between Jeff and Edge, or Jeff and Randy, maybe Randy and Edge to make up for my cruelty. I actually really do feel bad for making Edge such an ass, and Randy such a bitch ;) I also feel bad for hurting Jeff so badly. Sorry.