AN: So, I know I said that I figured it would be three more chapters, but I foresee it as this one and one more. That's it. We're slamming down on the end of this, and it's going to get very dark in this chapter. Next chapter, it'll be lighter. Alright now!! Moving along.

Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners. The torture scenes portrayed in this part of the story are taken from Hostel: Part II, and may have been recreated slightly to fit the story. They are copyright of their respective owners.

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Katie awoke a while later, though she had no idea exactly how long it had been. Whatever it was they had done to knock her out had worked well. She shifted to start looking around, and felt herself sway. Her eyes widened and she shifted to look around.

It appeared that everything was upside down. There were candles above – below? - her, all lit, sweet scents filling the room. It actually looked empty, though Katie had no idea where she was. She looked down – up? - at her body, and would have gasped had it not been for the material preventing noises from escaping her tied tightly around her mouth.

She was naked, a rope secured around her ankles. Tugging her arms slightly, she felt that there was a rope around her wrists, tied securely behind her back. Tears started pouring down her face. She struggled, whimpers and cries coming out from behind the gag. She tried to rip her hands away, crying out, as though someone could hear her.

"Aw, would you knock that off?" a voice asked. Katie paused, her eyes searching around the room. She recognized the voice as that of the man that had been questioning her before. She made a noise and he made a face.

"The gag is to prevent you from talking, fuckface," he snapped. Soft foot falls hit the floor and moved over to where she could see him. His hair was slicked back, lying on his neck. His chest was bare, and bright purple bruises could be seen on his neck. He wore a pair of low-riding black pants... the same black pants he had worn earlier. In one of his hands was a scythe, the wicked-looking blade curved just right.

"You know, your biggest mistake wasn't your greed. It wasn't your lust for money, or your desire for some better life. It wasn't your magic. It was the fact that you listened to some steroid-driven muscle head and attacked my family. That's right, Katie Lea. The Undertaker has passed on command to me. You picked one of my best friends to go after, even if you were just doing it for the money."

Katie started to make a noise again, but Jeff merely sighed, raising the blade in his hand, putting it against her cheek. She froze, immediately silencing herself. Jeff tapped it against her cheek before lowering it.

"You are a quick learner. If it wasn't for the fact you went after one of mine, I'd probably recruit you. Unfortunately for you, recruitment's over."

With that, Jeff reached up with the blade, ripping the gag out of her mouth. Immediately, she screamed, but Jeff paid her no attention, running the blade over the flesh on her leg. At first, the flat part rubbed against her leg. However, with a quick flick of his wrist, the blade pierced her skin. Jeff ignored her scream, simply closing his eyes as the blood trickled down her leg and into his face. He smiled, moving the blade on instinct, making the blade cut down the rest of her leg. It continued, moving up to the top of her thigh, then over to her other leg, down her thigh, then up from her ankle. He avoided her stomach, repeating the treatment to her arms. Once the blood dripped from his face to his chest and stomach, down his back through his hair. He removed the blade from her body, opening his eyes. The blood fell over his thick lashes, and he smirked, seeing the way she whimpered. She was on the edge of life, the blood pouring from her arms and legs, covering him. Finally, he moved the blade from her navel up to her collar bone. The blood seemed to pour from her body, and Jeff clenched the blade, gasping softly as the blood covered him. He had always known he seemed to have a bit of a blood fetish. There was just something about being covered in someone else's life essence. Finally, he moved the blade, flicking his wrist, slitting her throat.

The blade clattered to the floor, blood dripping from the now-dead form of Katie Lea Burchill. Jeff opened his eyes, bringing one hand up to run through his hand, the blood drenching his hand, seeming to have been pushed from his hair like water from a sponge. Jeff licked his lips as he moved to the wall, pushing a button that let Katie drop to the ground, her head hitting the floor before her body seemed to bounce to the ground afterward.

One down, one to go...

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Mike took his time as he tied Chris up, tying his wrists first, then tying his ankles to the chair legs. Then, just for fun, Mike tied a rope around Chris' neck, intertwining it between the wooden beams on the back of the chair. Mike then spun the gun absently around in his hand, looking at Chris.

"What is it you wanted so damn much with me?" Mike asked, blue eyes hard and watching Chris with intensity. Chris swallowed, feeling the rope dig into his neck.

"Kane told me before he could give you to me, but then that little Berserker of his killed him. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands," Chris said. Mike sighed, shifting and rolling his eyes.

"I didn't ask that. I asked what you wanted with me," Mike growled, eyes narrowed. Chris shifted slightly. Well, the best he could given the circumstances.

"You're hot. I wanted you for my own. Of course, you were with that cop, so I had to get you away from him. Good thing too... He's a big of an idiot, isn't he?" Chris spoke. Mike looked away from Chris, closing his eyes. Chris was starting to push all the wrong buttons. However, getting angry wouldn't give him the kind of relief he wanted from this situation. So, Mike put the gun away, slipping it into a holster at his side. He then turned to Chris, his blue eyes clear, soft even.

"I guess he kind of is, huh?" Mike asked, moving over to stand directly in front of Chris. He leaned in, brushing his fingers against Chris' cheek. He then spread his legs, straddling the larger man. "And... you know... muscles do something for me... They make me hot..."

Chris' blue eyes darkened considerably, and he looked as though he wanted to lean up to touch Mike. Mike, however, leaned in, his breath hot against Chris' neck. He didn't say anything, just moved his hips up against Chris, grinding their jean-clad crotches together. Chris sucked in a breath through his teeth, biting his lip when he felt Mike's nimble fingers undo the button on his jeans. He reached in, his hand closing around Chris' already-hard cock, stroking it to make sure it was hard. Then, he leaned in, crushing his lips to Chris'. He teased, his lips staying closed to deny Chris entrance to his mouth. However, when it seemed Mike would open, let Chris taste the sweetness within, a cool ring clamped over Chris' dick and Mike pulled away.

"You're filthy," he spat. Chris growled, lust and frustration in the noise. Mike spat on him, his eyes narrowed.

"You fucking slut," Chris snapped back. Mike watched him, moving forward, pulling out a knife. He grabbed Chris' cock, gripping it tightly.

"You know... There are a lot of things I can put up with in my life. You can say whatever you want about me... But I don't deal well with people talking about John like that. He's mine, idiot or not, and the bullshit you did to me, him, and the entire gang, that's crossing the fucking line. Aside from this, you hadn't done anything bad enough to bring us up against you, so I don't know if I'm the one who's supposed to be after you. But, seeing as I'm the only one here right now... I get the honor."

Before Chris could ask what Mike meant by this, the knife slipped down, between Mike's hand and the cock ring, easily cutting through the tissue and muscles of the organ. Chris' eyes bulged, and he started to scream. Mike made a face and easily put the now-severed penis in Chris' open mouth. Chris began to panic, tears falling from his eyes, blood dripping from between his legs. Mike smirked, standing up, laughing.

"I guess in the next life, you'll learn not to fuck with people who are better than you, huh?"

Mike walked toward the exit, pulling a remote out of his pocket. He hit the door and pushed a button, tossing the remote over his shoulder as he did. He walked out, turning a corner and walking away as an explosion rocked the dock. Now, it was time to take care of some other business...

TBC...

AN: Alright, that's the torture. The second torture scene is... more modified and not as much from Hostel as I originally intended, but it is close enough. Um, I'm going to type the final chapter right after posting this one, but I'm not sure when it will be posted. Probably... tomorrow? Two days? Something like that. Also, Behind the Facade has two chapters left. After I finish these two, since they are both almost done, I have another story in mind... Another Mizena, inspired by last night's (1.25.10) RAW. The segment with MVP and The Miz where MVP said that Miz would have lots of friends in prison. I blame Vince McMahon for that one, but oh well. ANYWAY! I'm shutting up.

.: TheMizMagnet :.