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Both Cody, and his kidnapper came to at the same time. Rhodes simply groaned, but the assassin whispered in his ear, "You little spitfire, you.", and then licked The Dashing One's left lobe.
"Please stop that."
"Why? Because you don't swing that way?" Said Warren with laughter in his voice. He got up from the floor, but reached down to grab Cody. Patrick slung the bound wrestler over his shoulder and carried him to the sofa. He slapped his captive on the ass before sitting him down.
"Please. I'm begging you. Let me go. I'm not into men, and I don't want to die."
"All of this begging is beneath you sunshine." Answered Warren as he sat next to his captive, and stroked the young man's hair. Cody tried to pull away, but his captor pulled out a gun and cocked it. "I'm losing my patience hon. It's time. You have two options. Option one, you are dead. Option two, you become my lover, and I protect you. In other words, you get to live."
Cody's mouth was wide open in shock.
"I certainly know what I could put in there." Joked the hired killer.
At that comment, Rhodes shut his lips tight.
"Are you going to choose Cody?"
"But, I'm not gay!" The wrestler shouted desperately.
Warren stood up and placed himself directly in front of Cody, pointing the gun at his head. "Make your choice."
The Dashing One was sobbing, and shaking uncontrollably now. "Okay! You! I choose you! Please don't shoot me! I'm yours, okay?"
Patrick smiled, uncocked the gun, and put it in a duffle bag that lay on the cocktail table. He again gathered Cody in his arms. Warren carried his new "lover" into a vast bedroom, and plopped him on the bed. Cody was crying loudly now, saying, "No. No. No." over and over again.
"Like a girl." Rhodes thought shamefully. "Bawling like a little girl."
The thing was, Cody was so damn terrified, he didn't believe that he could ever stop.