The whole cabin was awoken by the screams. Aleister sits up, Buddy's arms still wrapped tightly around him. Buddy looked over at the window, the screams weren't ending. Aleister gently pulls away from the young man, making his way over to the window. His stomach drops, he knows that scream.

"Gargano," Aleister says. "You know how long they've been out there, Murph?"

"Only a few hours," Buddy answers. "I think it was well after 3AM."

"What time is it now?" Aleister asks.

"6," Buddy says.

"I might need to help Brandon again," Aleister says. "Let's just hope it isn't as bad as last time."

"Judging by those screams…" Buddy says. Aleister looks back out the window, seeing Hayes and Luger dragging an injured Gargano toward the house. Gargano was holding his arm funny, it looks as if Gargano couldn't walk on his own.

Sammy groans sitting up in bed, his arm was on top of Max's arm.

"Who is that?" Max asks.

"I don't know," Sammy says. "It's out back in Gage's shed." He didn't have the balls to go look out the window. He could handle his own pain, his own blood, but that was in wrestling. This was a completely different story. Max cups his hands over his ears. Sammy rubs his back soothingly, he puts the comforter on top of both of them. "It'll be over soon."

"This is a fucking nightmare," Max says.

"I know," Sammy says.

Janela sits up suddenly, looking toward the window. Brandon also sits up when he hears it. They couldn't identify the screams so that made them both think it was a WWE guy. Brandon stands up going over to the closet. He starts to pick out two outfits. Janela is still sitting in bed, unable to move, those screams were horrifying. He could only imagine what was going on behind those doors. Brandon starts to strip himself of his shirt, Janela now noticing the evident scars on his back. Those weren't there before he was taken. His blood runs cold, he didn't want to ask, didn't want to know, but something compelled him to ask.

"How…how'd you get those?" Janela asks. Brandon looks back at him.

"Depends on which one," Brandon says. "Shoulders are from Luger, back is from DeMott and Hayes."

"Dad did those to you?" Janela asks. "What'd he use? Belt, strap, chain?"

"That's the thing," Brandon says. "I don't know. He blindfolded me. Couldn't see shit. All I know is it hurt." Janela stands up making his way over to Brandon looking at the scars more closely. "Can I touch them?"

"Sure," Brandon says. Janela gently runs his fingers over the scars.

"These are from either a Bamboo cane or a kendo stick," Janela says. "Not the cheap shit WWE uses but an actual kendo stick. Probably made with Bamboo as well."

"And how do you know this?" Brandon asks.

"Had it done to me," Janela says. "Not on my shoulders, he usually only used the belt or chain or if I was really bad a whip. He used the cane on the back of my legs, oftentimes it was my thighs. I'm real sorry he did this to ya." Brandon turns around wrapping Janela in a hug.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Brandon says. "Be safe today, huh? I am going to need to help whoever was hurt."

"I'll try my best," Janela says.

Page groans, rolling over onto his back. He slowly opens his eyes, looking to his left not seeing Kyle.

"O'Reilly?" Page calls worriedly.

"Just a minute," Kyle says. "Blood sugars are going fucking crazy. Hopefully this'll help."

"You could have woken me up," Page says.

"I'm fine," Kyle says.

"We know who's out back?" Page asks.

"Judging by the screams, it's got to be Johnny," Kyle says. "I should get changed."

"Wear something with pockets?" Page asks. Kyle laughs, coming out from the bathroom.

"You worried about me?" Kyle asks. Page just rolls his eyes.

"I was put with you for a reason," Page says. "And also Strong and Cole would totally beat my ass if anything happened to you. This whole thing can't be doing you any good."

"Probably not," Kyle says. Kyle goes over to the closet picking out a pair of sweatpants he didn't know if they were going to be dealing with blood again or not. He sticks his phone in his pocket, a couple of low snacks in the other.

Cole has been awake for most of the night. He just couldn't sleep after what took place 3 hours earlier. They were both sleeping soundly when suddenly the door was opened and Johnny was pulled out of bed by his hair. Cole sprung to his feet, but he was told not to interfere. Johnny put on a brave face and told him to leave it, but Cole could tell he was terrified.

He goes into the bathroom, splashing water in his face. He hears the door open.

"Cole!" Hayes shouts. Cole gulps, but exits the bathroom. "Follow Scotty." Cole nods following after Scotty. He looks behind him to see Luger, Silas, and DeMott carrying a very injured Johnny into their shared room.

"Russo isn't ready for you yet," Scotty says.

"Ryder okay?" Cole asks. "And fucking Gargano?"

"Zack will survive, we put him with Heath last night just in case," Scotty says. "Johnny isn't…it's bad but it seems he only broke a few bones."

"A few?!" Cole asks. "What the fuck, man? You are just letting this guy torture people!"

"Yeah, well, they had it coming," Scotty says. He unlocks and opens the door. "I know you don't know the dude, but he's the most chill out of all of them." Cole walks into the room, Cassidy sitting on the bed on the tablet. Cassidy had a cut on his face, just above his eye that was taped up. Cassidy looks up from the tablet.

"Oh, hey, man," Cassidy says.

"What happened to your face?" Cole asks.

"Called Hayes a pussy and a coward," Cassidy says. "Don't think he appreciated that."

"Um…well, I'm Adam," Cole says. "Most people just call me Cole."

"Cool," Cassidy says. "You can call me whatever. Orange, Cassidy, OC, anything except JC, that's only for Chuck and Trent." Cassidy turns back to the tablet, pushing it away out of frustration. "Fuck this thing! They got to have a jammer here somewhere. I tried everything. There's nothing around here from what it seems, just this cabin and the boat house."

"We can only hope that someone will have a change of heart and release one of us," Cole says. "That seems like our safest bet."

"Yeah, but…fuck, man," Cassidy says. "They've been keeping me away from Trent as much as possible."

"I…" Cole says, sighing. He wasn't exactly sure of what to say. He heard the screaming from Buddy late last night, now Gargano and not to mention whatever the fuck happened with Zack. He looks around the room, now noticing the TV. "The TV get an internet connection?"

"No," Cassidy says. "Comes through the box. I have a few channels."

Johnny is gently laid on the bed. Brandon, Kyle, and Aleister are led into the room.

"We have splints, some wrap, and a few other things," Silas says. "If you need anything else, ring this bell, we'll bring it in. He was given a shot of pain medicine just now so he should be comfortable."

"Alright, thanks," Kyle says.

"I expect you not to try anything, Aleister," Silas says. Aleister just shakes his head. Silas nods, shutting and locking the door.

"His fingers are fucked," Kyle says. "Can't tell if it's his shoulder or his arm."

"It looks like he tried the burning method again," Brandon says. "Looks like it didn't work. Some of his toenails are missing."

"Yeah, you focus on the feet, Brandon," Aleister says. "Just wrap each toe, maybe put some of that antibacterial stuff on it."

"Okay," Brandon says, taking the bag of wraps and gauze. "We know who he's going to target next?"

"Well, the pattern seems like everyone that had to do with the firings," Kyle says. "Zack found Johnny being beat up by Scotty, then Zack texted Trent, Trent released the statement, Buddy was the reason why they were fired."

"So Trent?" Brandon asks. He looks at Aleister who looks like he is focusing real hard on something. "They won't target Buddy again. Don't worry, Aleister."

"I'm going to assume you heard?" Aleister asks.

"Everything," Brandon says. "They had no right to put their hands on him." They all turn their attention back on Gargano who is groaning in pain. Kyle leans forward, listening to something.

"Fuck, turn him over," Kyle says. Aleister gently rolls Johnny onto his side. "Did he get any dinner last night? Looks like his stomach is empty." Kyle waits until Johnny stops gagging and retching before they flip him back over.

"I think it's his shoulder and elbow," Aleister says. "It looks like his arm was twisted behind him. Those fingers look fresh, that's probably what caused the screaming we heard."

"Should we pop it back in?" Kyle asks.

"He should see a fucking doctor," Aleister says. "Well, we can't just leave it dislocated like this, it'll cause much more pain. As far as his elbow is concerned, we leave it as is. We don't know how that is injured."

"Okay," Kyle says. "Brandon, step back." Brandon stands up stepping back.

"You guys need help?" Brandon asks. "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Hold his other shoulder?" Aleister asks. Brandon nods. He makes his way over to the bed, holding onto Johnny's left shoulder. Aleister is holding onto Johnny's wrist, Kyle behind Johnny forcing him to be elevated.

"Johnny, we're gonna pop your shoulder back into place," Kyle says. "You want us to count?" Johnny shakes his head.

"Just do it," Johnny says. Aleister gets a good grip on Johnny's wrist pulling it toward him until he hears a pop. "Ah, fuck!"

"Sorry," Aleister says. "Now, let's get those fingers taken care of."

"You want some water or something," Kyle asks.

"I don't think I can keep it down," Johnny says.

"We got to keep you hydrated," Kyle says.

"I'll drink later, when the pain goes down," Johnny says. "It's not horrible, but it is also not great."

"How many splints are in there?" Aleister asks.

"15 for the fingers, 3 shoulder splints," Kyle answers.

"I think we need those 5," Aleister says. "Looks like he focused on Johnny's non-dominant hand."

"He asked before he started," Johnny says. "He said that even if I don't heal all the way, it won't affect my wrestling?"

"What'd he do?" Aleister asks.

"Pulled them back, took a hammer to three of my fingers," Johnny says. "He only stopped when Hayes and Luger came."

"We'll take care of you," Brandon says. "Just try and rest."

"He filmed it," Johnny says, wincing when Aleister moves his finger the wrong way. "I don't know if it was him or if it was someone else. But it was filmed."

"They really are stupid," Aleister says.