John felt a darkness in him as he cleaned he never had before. It was a hopeless feeling he couldn't shake. When he was finished he didn't even bother looking for clothing as he walked out to see Randy. What did he have to hide now?
"Hey Johnny." Randy looked over hearing him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the older man. He then shook off the feeling. "I still have a couple hours before I leave for my fight. Did you want to do anything upstairs?" When John shook his head no Randy asked him. "Want me to go now then?"
"Whatever you want is fine." John assured him. Why did he care if he worked out to stay healthy and strong? What was he being healthy for...wrestling was over for him. There was nothing left.
Randy walked over to John grabbing his jaw to peer in his eyes. "I asked what you want. When I leave I won't be back for a few days...do you want company while you can have it or do you wish me to leave now?"
Fear flashed in John's blue eyes at the touch, trying to think of the right thing to say without pissing Randy off. "If you don't mind...I am a little tired." He said at last.
Randy nodded slowly, loosening his grip. He gave a faint smile even if he was disappointed. "See was that so hard now?" John shook his head no and stood to move to the freshly made bed where he laid down to rest.
"See you in a few days, Johnny." Randy turned, heading back upstairs to finish packing before he had to leave. John closed his eyes to sleep, blocking out the world around him. Part of him hoped he would never wake up. Time came for Randy to leave. Part of him wanted to check on John one last time, but he told him he wouldn't see him until he returned. He packed his car and headed for the airport. John woke and the silence was too much to bear. He turned on the TV and left it on for sound, spending hours trying not to lose his sanity from the lack of fresh air and windows.
Randy arrived at the hotel, checking into his room. He was preparing for the arena when there was a knock on the door. He went to answer it seeing Hunter. "Hey, Boss. What's up?" Randy asked him.
The older man took a breath, looking him over. "Can I come in a moment."
"Ah...yeah sure." Randy turned to walk in and let Hunter follow him shutting the door behind him. "What's up?"
"I was wondering if you heard anything from John yet?"
Randy paused and turned to look. "What? Still nothing yet?"
"Nope...not a word. We are making word tonight that he has turned up missing."
"I see...anything I can do?" Randy asked.
Hunter tried not to narrow his eyes. "No...Vince already has something prepared."
Randy pursed his lips with a nod. "Okay...no problem, just let me know."
"Yeah I will." Hunter stated simply before patting his shoulder. "See you at the arena."
"Yep." Hunter turned heading back out. Once he was back in the hall Hunter looked back at the room, shaking his head. "I hope I am wrong, Kid."
Monday crept by for John, the man's mind breaking more and more the longer he sat in the silence. Before that his life had always been a flurry of activities and work. Claustrophobia wanted to set in locked in the small space but he fought the rising panic, not caring to eat or exercise.
That evening John turned on the TV to watch Monday Night Raw, hungry to see people he knew and loved. They were all like family in the locker room. Before the show Michael Cole announced that sadly John Cena was a missing person, stressing this was not a storyline and the disappearance was under investigation. John felt confused when there was no mention of Nikki's death. Wouldn't the police found her body by now if they were looking? He missed her so damn much. Tears once again wet his eyes as he pictured how he would touch her and the love in her eyes as he filled her when they made love. He wiped his eyes and wanted to scream at the TV that he was right here. Everyone looked so sad and worried. The night wore on and John sat like a zombie in the dark room, staring at the TV as his only escape.
Tuesday crept by and Randy returned to the house Wednesday morning, having a rare two days off. He dropped his bags and went for his precautions. before going to check on John. He didn't know if the gun was really needed anymore as John had been nothing but good when they were together. He opened the door and made his way down the steps. He stopped near the bottom looking around as an odor hit his nose. "John?" He called out.
John turned empty eyes to look at Randy from where he sat on the bed. Two more days of empty isolation had passed and the older man's mind had began to think Randy would never return. He was still naked. "Hey."
Randy walked over looking at him. "Did you shower at all while I was gone?"
"Don't remember." John looked almost confused at the question. "Don't think so."
Randy sighed then headed for the small kitchen area. "When did you last eat?" He asked before opening the small fridge.
John tried to think the last time he had eaten. He had tried to hoard his food in case Randy never returned and in his depression he didn't feel hungry anyway. "Yesterday morning...I think I had an egg and mushrooms."
"Yesterday morning?" Randy fought not to raise his voice. "An egg?" Randy knew he bough John enough to easily have four to six for each breakfast knowing how much his meals used to be. He shut the fridge then headed back over toward John. "Come on. Follow me."
John's eyes widened in fear as his body trembled slightly. He had heard the displeasure in Randy's voice. Should he have choked down more even if he wasn't hungry? "Am I...going back in the r-room?"
"No...no…" Randy lowered his eyes with a sigh, resting a hand on John's shoulder. "I am taking you up to my room and going to wash you." He tried to tell him in a calmer tone. John nodded, his body language relaxing slightly as he stood from the bed so he could follow Randy. Randy led John out of the basement and upstairs then headed right for the top floor and his master bedroom. "Would you like a shower or a bath?"
John honestly didn't care but a shower sounded quicker. "A shower please."
"Okay, Johnny." Randy told him as he removed his shirt and went to set the water. He made sure it was nice and warm before looking at John. "Go ahead." Randy wanted to join him, but did he trust opening himself up with no protection.
John climbed slowly into the shower to step under the water. He felt slightly weak and dizzy from not eating as he reached for a bar of soap. Randy could see John wobble slightly. He bit his lip before stripping down, tucking the gun out of sight before stepping in behind John placing his hands on John's waist. "Maybe a bath would have been safer. Allow me." Randy took the soap and began lathering John's back.
"Thank you." John said quietly as he stood and let Randy wash him. Fear had imbedded itself so deeply in the older man's mind he never even considered fighting Randy now in his weakened state.
"Of course." Randy almost whispered as he leaned to kiss John's shoulder. He would have loved to take his time and worship every inch of John's flesh as he washed him, but he could tell that was not possible at this time as John seemed ready to collapse any moment. He hurried but was thorough as he washed John's back then his front. He made sure John was fully rinsed before stepping out for a towel. He reached around John to shut the water. "Come." John stepped from the shower as he was told, still feeling dirty despite being washed. Feeling Randy touch him in any kind of intimate way did that to him.
Randy led John into the bedroom and his bed, pulling the blanket down. "You rest...I'll make us both something to eat."
"Thank you. You sure?" John asked as he sat in the bed.
"Yes...I'll open the window for some fresh air...remember my rule though okay?" Randy asked as he moved towards the windows to pull the drapes back.
"Okay." John laid down, closing his eyes as he felt weak. It did feel better being out of the basement but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be sealed in the lonely place again.
Randy opened the windows allowing a faint cross breeze to go through the room. "I'll be back up in a bit...well after I dress." Randy went to pull shorts from his dresser sliding them on. Before he left the room he looked at John then towards the bathroom. He went in grabbing the gun. He didn't feel he needed it. He didn't want John getting access to it though. He headed down to cook for them.
John lost all sense of time as his body finally relaxed from being out of the basement and feeling the breeze on his face. He could almost pretend he was back home. The older man drifted off to sleep. It took Randy about a half hour before he came up with food for them. Scrambled eggs with diced ham, peppers and mushroom. He also had two cup of cut fruit salad. He looked over seeing John asleep. He almost wanted to let him sleep, but then the meal would grow cold. He set the food down in the dresser before walking over to lightly touch John's shoulder.
John's eyes opened, at first seeming normal then the light faded from them as he remembered the reality of his situation. "Food is ready?" He asked, smelling the ham.
"Yes." Randy told him as he moved to grab John his plate bringing it over. "I'll get you a glass of water. My hand were full to bring juice."
"Thank you." John's stomach rumbled as the smell of food hit him. He took the fork and ate a bite of the eggs.
"Of course." Randy went to the bathroom returning with a small glass of cold water. He then grabbed his own food. "I have off two days." He told John as he sat near by.
John felt relieved at the news. He paused, wanting to ask something but kind of scared to. At last he just went for it. "W-Would it be possible for me to stay up here during the day unless you have to go out? I get so claustrophobic down there."
"Of course." Randy told him.
John looked grateful as he nodded, returning to his food. The longer he ate the better he felt, not feeling quite so weak but because of the stress, lack of physical activity and depression his appetite was not what it used to be. He sat his fork down with about half the food left on his plate. "It was good...I feel better...but I think I feel full."
Randy had a worried expression as he came over taking the plate. "Okay, Johnny...rest a bit and we can swim or workout later."
John was shocked, thinking in his mental state all he was to Randy was a sex toy. "You aren't going to fuck me now?"
"Damn I would love to...you look so tired though." Randy commented. He set both plates aside before he moved around the bed to climb in next to John, moving close. "Was there something you wanted to experience?" He asked as he lightly touched John's chest. "We have two days...there's time."
John shook his head. "No...I just thought...isn't that why I'm here? So you can fuck me like you always wanted?" The words were spoken almost child like and nothing like the outraged man Randy had forced there at gunpoint, so full of fire and life.
"Well of course I do, Johnny...but you are not a machine." Randy continued to lightly massage John's chest. "It's not purely my pleasure." Randy looked at John with a smile. "I would love you fuck you. I just wasn't expecting it the moment I walk in the room." The older man felt a faint clenching of anger in his chest at Randy's sweet words. It wasn't purely his pleasure? Where was his caring when he had raped him despite John's pleading to be left alone...that he was straight and didn't want to be touched or used? But then the fear overrode the rage, leaving John feeling empty and like trash. He just nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. Randy was acting like they were lovers and John was here by his own choice.
The two just laid there as Randy kept lightly touching John, taking in the soft feel of him. It may have been a few hours before either one realized the time passed when Randy heard a sound from the bathroom. "Fuck." He grumbled as he moved from the bed to check the ringing phone. John just laid, feeling conflicted by Randy's actions. How could the man go from a cold blooded killer one moment to soft and sweet the next?
"What!, NO...you can't!..Yes...yes I understand...yeah...fine...I will." Could be heard from Randy in the bathroom. John turned his eyes toward the bathroom, wondering what was wrong but didn't move. Randy returned to the room sitting down on the bed. "I'm sorry, Johnny...I need to leave tomorrow morning."
John looked crushed, his eyes lowering but he nodded. "Work called?"
"Yeah my extra free day became a media day." Randy sighed. "I am really sorry." He turned and used a hand to brush John's face.
John blinked his eyes as tears wanted to burn in them. He wanted nothing more than to be out working his own media. He wanted to jerk away from Randy but it would only result in punishment. "I...I understand."
"Johnny...do I have your word...you won't try to run away during the night if I let you sleep up here with me? This way I can give you as much time as possible before you go back down?"
John nodded his agreement. Anything to stay away from that place. "Yes."
"Good boy." Randy told him. The rest of the day passed including Randy getting John to take a swim with him before dinner. They ate and Randy took John sexually in his bed before both men retired early for the night. During the night Randy had moved to hold John against his chest. John laid in the darkness in a state of shock. Randy had fucked him again and not stopped until John got off too. Every time they were together John felt like another piece of him died inside. He had whored out his body just to avoid being punished. He just let Randy hold him, feeling nothing anymore.
Randy's alarm went off in the early morning groaning. "Fuck." As he shifted he felt John's what. "Oh...hey." He mumbled still half asleep.
John woke, hearing the alarm. "Hey."
"I'm sorry, Johnny...I only have enough time for a quick breakfast before I need to get heading for the airport."
John nodded, his eyes lowered as he moved from the bed. He wanted to plead and beg for Randy to let him go but he knew it was no use. "I know how work can be."
"Yeah. I'll fix us something...promise me you will eat while I am away." Randy told him as he got up to dress.
"I'll try." John told him, no emotion in his voice. "Sometimes...after awhile I start to think...maybe you're not coming back. I try to save food."
"Why wouldn't I be coming back?" Randy asked, looking at him. "It was only two days John and I had enough food for you for about a week..and you only ate a minimal breakfast. Now I am not on Smackdown next week, so I can head back right after Raw."
John began to tremble as he swallowed hard. "You lose track of time when you're alone with nothing to do...then it seems so long...and I remember when you said..." His voice lowered to an almost whisper. "If...I didn't please you I would be sealed down there and left to die. P-Promise me...if you ever get tired of me you won't do that...shoot me instead?"
"It was more a matter of disobeying me, John. I doubt you could ever displease me. I also said the hidden room...if you are in the main room know I will be back."
John nodded, as he waited on Randy to go back down to eat. He said after Raw and today was Thursday...at least five days of silence and isolation with no fresh air or sun. The men went down to eat. As Randy said it had to be quick. He sent John back down afterward and closed the door before heading out. John looked around the room, his heart pounding and stomach sinking. In the back of his mind he knew he should shower after his long sex session with Randy last night but a part of him didn't care. He wouldn't be seeing anyone for days anyway. Not bothering to put on the robe he sometimes wore John walked to sit on the couch, turning on the TV for sound. He wondered how many days it would be before he almost welcomed death.
Randy got in his car and drove of. Just down the block was a black town car. Two men were inside. One man nudged the other. "There he goes...let's get moving." He told his companion before he stepped out in jeans, a white t-shirt and black boots. Kane looked at Hunter as he climbed from the vehicle. He was dressed in casual clothes unlike his normal work attire. He still thought this whole thing was a little crazy. "You know this is breaking and entering...right."
Hunter chuckled as he pulled a single key from his pocket on a key ring. "Not breaking if you have a key." Hunter locked the car after Kane got out and the two men headed down the block to Randy's house. Hunter unlocked the door and entered quickly punching in the security override.
Kane looked both ways, feeling a bit nervous. "This feels insane, Hunter. We've known Randy since he started...you actually think he did something to John?"
"You didn't hear what I did on the phone...you didn't see Randy's face when I talked to him Monday. I hated even waiting this long." Hunter stated as he looked. "Hmm top to bottom sweep? Any locked doors knock." He instructed as he slowly headed for the steps.
Kane just shook his head and followed Hunter up the steps of Randy's large home. There were a lot of rooms so he took one end of the hall while Hunter took the other. He walked through several rooms and a bathroom, pausing in the master bedroom a moment. "Hunter! Come Here!" Kane shouted out.
Hunter rushed down the hall stopping outside the room. "What did you find?"
Kane made a face as he pointed at the messed bed. "Tube of opened lube...and spots on the bed...both sides of the bed the pillows look used...He had someone in here with him last night."
Hunters face hardened slightly. "Doesn't mean it was John." He stepped in the room to look around closer. "That would explain why he didn't want to leave today." Hunter turned his head, cocking a brow before he rushed past Kane into the hallway, opening a small panel. Almost as soon he did he thought he heard something. He moved his head closer to the opening to listen.
He walked over to Kane. "Randy has a dumbwaiter. Go over and tell me if you think you hear a TV or radio."
Kane walked over to where Hunter had listened and grew silent a moment. His eyes widened as he nodded. "Yes. Sounds like a movie plaything...cars and people talking."
"Why would Randy leave a TV on?" Hunter questioned. "There is only two other entries to that thing. Follow me." Hunter rushed to the kitchen, lifting the access for the dumbwaiter. He knew he heard the TV louder. His heart raced with some adrenaline before he spoke. "HELLO!? HELLO! ANYONE THERE?!"
John was curled on the couch when he thought he heard a voice calling out. He frowned, knowing Randy had gone to work unless he came back. He moved to turn off the TV so he could listen more closely. Once the room fell silent his heart began to race as he thought he heard a familiar voice yelling. Was it in his imagination? John stood and walked closer to where the voice was, yelling in response. "HUNTER? HUNTER, IT'S JOHN!" His voice sounded hoarse and desperate. It seemed too good to be true.
"OKAY JOHN HANG TIGHT!" Hunter replied then looked at Kane. "This way." Hunter headed back for the steps, moving a curtain that was under them leading to the small pantry. Hunter looked at the door. "Damn, this is a change," He commented as he examined the lock.
"I can't believe this." Kane growled as he eyed the door. "I can't believe Randy has John locked away like some kind of prisoner...we don't know the code though."
"Well, want to see if you can kick hard enough?" Hunter asked. "I think you can kick harder than me. That or I can try a few combinations and hope one is right."
"No...let's get him out of there. I'll try to kick it in. Stand back." Kane growled, feeling a deep righteous rage. Once Hunter moved he gave a hard kick, putting all his weight against it. It made him so angry that John was locked away in his best friend's home and had probably been molested if not hurt. Three furious kicks later the door finally gave way.
"Good job, Big Guy." Hunter patted Kane's shoulder. "John? John?!" He called down the steps.
John felt almost dazed as he stood frozen. Was his nightmare really over? "Down here." He called, not even thinking of the fact he was still nude. The only clothing there was the robe anyway.
Hunter made his way down the stairs, looking around. "Hey." Hunter tried to greet John in a casual tone. "Ready to blow this joint?"
John nodded slowly, being rescued somehow was snapping him out of the fog of depression his mind was in. "You don't know how much. Randy's fucking crazy. He was going to keep me here forever." He tried not to shake as he walked toward the hidden room. He wanted them to understand how sick his friend was. "L-Look in here." Kane frowned but moved that direction.
Hunter turned his head looking where John headed. "Look where, John?" Hunter was confused as he had been down there before.
"Just watch." John managed to open the door, cold air floating out of the room as he turned on the light. Kane walked in to the room first with Hunter behind him. He actually gave a gasp as he took in the chains on the wall and the pictures of John. "This was our play and punishment room..." John's voice sounded pained. "If I refused to have sex with him he threatened to seal me in here and let me die. The day I screamed for you, Hunter, on the phone he chained me to the wall and left me here awhile."
Kane gave a growl as he let it all sink in. "And people call me twisted."
"Fuck." Hunter whispered, almost in shock as he looked around. "I never knew this was here, John...I..I know of the basement set-up, but not this part." He looked at John with an almost apologetic look. "Let's get you out of here and to a hospital. Do you have anything to put on?"
John looked thoughtful. "I think there's a robe out there I wore the other day."
"Okay, John. Let's get you out of here and to a hospital...I am guessing you are wanting to press charges right?" Hunter left the smaller room to look for the mentioned robe.
John nodded as he walked out to where the robe was lying and picked it up. "I invited him to my place for dinner...he killed Nikki and forced me to go with him at gunpoint. I was tied up in my SUV all the way from Florida."
Hunter shot Kane a look. Then back as John. "Well it's isn't as bad as you thought. Nikki's hurt...but alive."
Hope and a smile broke on John's face for the first time in days. His girl was alive! "I'm so glad. I thought I lost her." He said, his voice breaking. "Should I shower? I had sex last night but never cleaned up." Kane shook his head, feeling bad for John.
"No...John, they will want to do a full exam...I know it will be hard, but it will help your case if you don't clean anything." Hunter tried to explain. "You said he took your SUV...any chance he left the keys with it?"
"I guess we can see. It was in his garage." John fastened the robe. "I'm ready...I don't have socks or shoes." The next thing he knew he was being scooped up in Kane's arms and carried up the stairs.
"Okay...if so I'll take you to the hospital in the SUV and Kane can follow us." Hunter explained as they headed up.
"Sounds good. Thank you both so much. You saved my life." John said.
"You should have never been there in the first place." Kane growled as he walked.
"I am sorry I just never thought he would have taken it this far." Hunter told John as he headed for the garage. "Okay let's see if Randy is predictable at all." He opened the SUV, his nose scrunched at a smell. "What the hell?!"
Kane sat John down beside the SUV. John smelled a pungent odor of urine and spoiled food and blushed. "I...um pissed myself on the way here. I was tied and gagged on the floor for hours so I had no way of telling Randy I couldn't wait." He explained. "Sorry."
"Don't be. Let's just take our rental...leave this here for the police to deal with...I would offer you to change but your clothing probably smells in there too." John nodded. Kane picked John up and carried him the distance from Randy's house to their vehicle.
As they headed down the block Hunter pulled out his phone dialing a number. "He's all yours...yes….yes...I can...give me an hour we are taking John to a hospital now...thank you." He hung up, getting in the driver's seat."
They headed to the hospital. John was quiet in the back seat for awhile before he spoke. "What will happen to Randy now? He's at work. Should we call the police?"
"That's who I called, John. We came in right after Randy left for the airport, so doubtful his flight even landed yet. They will grab him at the gate. Once you are at the hospital Kane will stay with you while I go back to help the local police gather legal evidence." Hunter tried to explain.
"This will destroy him...and Bob and Elaine...it hurts me but I can't let it go." John sighed. "He was honestly convinced he loved me and in time I'd love him the same way. I'm afraid if I drop it he would come after me again."
"Even if you didn't press charges yourself, John...there is still Nikki." Hunter told him. "A a family company we can't just let it slide even if you asked us to. It's over. It's best he be dealt with to not be a threat to anyone else."
"I know." John said. They arrived at the hospital and John was taken inside by Kane. He was examined fully and asked questions which he found embarrassing but was honest in his replies. He stayed a few hours and then was released after Kane went out to buy him a set of clothes and he checked in to a local hotel. Kane sat with John while Hunter dealt with the local police.
"When Hunter returns we will take the jet back to Florida. Then we can take you to Nikki. I do warn you she is very shaken up...hurt physically and mentally."
John looked worried as he nodded. "I'm just glad she's alive. I feel different mentally too. What if she thinks it's disgusting I had sex with Randy?"
"I am sure she is worried what you think of her. He sliced her cheek...and her chest." Kane informed him.
"I don't give a damn. I just want her." John assured him. He felt rage that Randy had hurt her so much.
"I'm sure she will feel the same." Kane tried to put John's mind at ease. "After the police were done at your place Hunter made sure it was cleaned over for both of you."
Meanwhile Randy landed in Florida for what he thought was a speaking engagement at the performance center, but he never even got out of the airport when he was met with the police. He tried to act innocent having no clue what the police wanted, but he went without drawing too much attention. Once Hunter returned John gave the two men a heartfelt thank you and they left for the airport to see his girl. A few hours later they landed in Florida and rode to the hospital. John felt butterflies in his stomach as he walked down the hospital hallway to Nikki's room.
Brie was in the room with her sister. The left side of Niki's face was bandaged. "Come on...it's not that bad. Look on the bright side."
"Bright side?" Nikki's voice could be heard cracking with tears.
"You're alive." Brie told her.
John walked into the room with love and concern in his eyes. "Nikki...Sweetheart." He said softly as he neared the bed.
"John?" Brie looked surprised as Nikki just turned her head trying to cover the left side. Brie ran over ot give John a big hug but then stopped right in front of him. "Can I hug you?"
"Sure." John smiled, bending to hug her. "It's so good to see you both."
Brie reached to hug him tight. "Don't mind her too much." She whispered to him. "I guess I'll give you two a few moments." She told John as she let go and headed for the door.
John walked close to the bed, looking down at his girlfriend. "It's so good to see you, Baby. I was told you were dead."
Nikki slowly turned her head looking at John. Pain, hurt and worry were in her eyes. "I was worried you were too." She whispered.
"I nearly was...Kane and Hunter rescued me." John told her, putting his hand on hers.
"Hunter came to see me last night." She told him. "I can't wait to get out of here. "I guess I won't be modeling any sexy bikinis for you any time soon." She tried to joke.
"I wouldn't mind if you did. You look beautiful...but you're going to let me pamper you awhile." John told her with conviction. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I put you in this position. I had no idea Randy was obsessed with me."
"I know...and yeah...you can pamper me." She tried to smile. "As for sexy outfits...um they will be on hold for a while."
"I'm a patient man." John looked embarrassed as he paused a moment. "Nikki...this is hard to say but Randy raped me...more than once. I hope that doesn't change things between us but you should know."
"Of course it doesn't change anything, Babe." Nikki told him. She looked slightly worried. "What he did to me...doesn't change how you feel right? What if I stay scarred?"
"I don't care. You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." John leaned to give her a gentle kiss.
Tears wanted to wet John's face as the spilled from Nikki's face "Th-that was so sweet."
"I meant it...you need to take care of yourself." He whispered. "How else am I going to give my lady the ring I've been hoarding and ask her to be my wife?"
Nikki's face went almost slack jawed. "Ah...wh...what? You better not be messing with me, Johnny." She told him. "But you said...you wouldn't ever again."
"I know I did...but I love you...you changed things." John told her with a smile. "And I'm not messing with you, Baby. It's at my place hidden away."
"Oh my god, John." She almost raised her voice then cringed holding her face. "Oww." She pouted.
"Take it easy, Hun." John's eyes twinkled as he touched her face tenderly. "I take that as a yes then?"
"Of course." She told him. Part of her would be jumping up and down into his arms if she could without hurting herself more. John gave her a heart warming smile. Nikki was eventually released and John kept his word to pamper and treat her like a queen. They both suffered from nightmares at times but therapy helped them to move on together as they planned their wedding.
Randy was found guilty of all charges and sentenced to life in prison for attempted murder and kidnapping. The young man seemed to descend even more into madness when he heard the news that Nikki was alive and marrying "his" Johnny. Eventually his lawyer convinced the state that Randy was mentally ill and he was transferred to the local mental hospital. He paced back and forth in his small room, raving like a man possessed. "He liked it...I know he did...he's just scared to admit it...and brainwashed by that bitch." He said over and over as he looked at the room. It was small and windowless, with padded walls. It seemed forever since he had seen the sun. A faint thought crossed his mind that this was the fate he had tried to force on John but his deluded mind pushed it away. "No...NO...It wasn't like this...He was happy...he was happy..." John's face haunted him...the way his body had felt wrapped around his cock but there was nothing for him but loneliness. Karma was truly a bitch but the lesson was lost on Randy. He was in hell and John Cena the demon that haunted him.