This Jayge was a different Jayge, a sinister, cold, heartless one, not the one he was his Family, not the one he loved.
This Justin pinned him against the wall in the shower, nearly choked him with the filling up, being rough for once instead of taking it.
This Justin looked the same but felt strange, the scent of cruelty on him.
Along with a thick circle of leather around his throat, black of course, stabbed dozens of times with pins and needles, huge heavy chain attached as leash.
This Jayge scared him because he had Changed for the worse.
Justin he knew, great friend, wonderful tag partner, amazing choice for a road bro.
That guy was his Justin, his and Drew's and to a lesser more bizarre extent, Wade's.
But replaced now with this odd beast, rage and anger, fury and hate, total rebellion in winged boots glaring, spitting and scowling.
this new frightining Angel of Anarchy, one that Corey owned.
Corey wiped the flesh carefully before inserting the last hook.
Washed away blood rivulets, yanked off the rubber gloves, stepped back and smirked.
Lone Were swinging on the ropes and chains attached to these eight sharp hooks, suspending him many feet off the floor.
Kept his eyes shut, this Justin, barely breathing, let his mind open.
Drifted as he swayed, from dream to nightmare, memory to black spots, spinning, hurting his eyes, felt his mind float away.
There was past, present, future, all he had to do was touch it with his fingers.
One Were hanging up.
One chaos creator sitting back, observing.
One dog collar and chain leash, on a table nearby.
This Justin was a different Jayge.
Owned and controlled, like any submissive animal.
