A/N: Hey there, folks. Just a warning concerning the story you're about to read: Undertaker's portrayed as a terrible, terrible person. Also, as a brutal abuser. If you're a fan and don't care for that sort of abuse of the Deadman's persona, feel free to check out now. Otherwise, strap yourselves in. It's gonna be a wild ride.
I do not own any of the characters in this story; if I did would be writing fanfiction about them? All are property of themselves, and WWE.
The night was terribly dark. There were hints of stormclouds bruising the starless sky, surely heralding a storm. A cool wind began to pick up suddenly, pulling the trees back and forth in an obscene and angry dance.
Thunder rolled across the empty Texas plain. The man in the black truck smiled. He loved nights like these.
His smile only widened as he thought of his destination. His foot unconsciously hit the accelerator as he rummaged around in the dark with his free hand. After a few moments, he discovered the cell phone he'd been looking for, lodged inside the cup holder.
He dialed a familiar number, and waited only half a ring before the person on the other end picked up.
"Mark?", came the unsteady, quiet voice. He sounded tired.
"Jeffrey", Mark replied steadily, his tone unreadable, "I'm on my way over."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone.
Mark smiled. He lived for this.
"I assume you're by yourself", the Deadman said, his voice eerily calm.
"Y- Yes, of course!", stammered Jeff, obviously agitated by Mark's tone, "I just-"
"It's alright, Jeffrey", interrupted Mark. His voice hardened abruptly. "Just make sure you're ready for me when I get there."
He hung up, not waiting for a reply. A predatory grin spread slowly across his chiseled features.
This was going to be fun.
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Jeff paced back and forth in his small, sparsely-decorated hotel room. He just needed to get this over with, so he could get some sleep. He felt like he hadn't slept in a hundred years.
He hadn't meant this to go as far as it had. He'd always wanted to have a fling with the great and powerful Undertaker, despite everyone in the locker room strongly advising him to stay away for his own safety. But Jeff had been intrigued. What made the man so damn dangerous? He'd wanted to know.
As always, he'd leapt before he looked, and this time, it had burned him, badly.
He'd found out, many times, what it meant to be on the receiving end of the Undertaker's punishment. And, he thought with a chill, he had a feeling he'd be experiencing more of that tonight.
With uneasy desperation, he wondered if he should call Matt for help. But his brother was taping with the other brand, in another state. What could he do? Besides, he didn't want Matt to know about the things Mark made him do.
His head shot up as the sound of knuckles rapping lightly on the wooden door met his ears. He thought for one wild moment about not answering, about barricading himself in here until Mark got bored or tired and decided to leave. Maybe he would cause such a commotion that they would arrest him. Jeff immediately dismissed the idea when he realized that he would be out within a few days at the most, and his punishment for such disobedience would be swift, and awful.
No, best to just get it over with.
Sighing miserably, Jeff shuffled quickly over to the door and opened it. He kept his head down, and his eyes averted, as Mark preferred.
He felt the big man move past him into the room. Jeff closed the door with the air of a man walking to the gallows.
"Hello, Jeffrey", he sighed audibly, "God, how I've missed that face." There was dark glee in his voice. Jeff found it disturbing.
Mark walked towards him, his movements reminding the young Hardy of a stalking cat. The tall man reached out and stroked calloused fingers down the smooth skin of Jeff's cheek. As soon as he was touched, every muscle in his body tensed in fear. Mark seemed to like this reaction. He leaned in to whisper in the smaller man's ear.
"What's wrong?" The Undertaker pushed a hand into the unruly mop of blue and pink hair, grabbing tight. He flicked his tongue up the lobe of Jeff's ear, causing him to whimper. He laughed, enjoying the smaller man's discomfiture.
Jeff looked away. "Nothing's wrong", he replied softly, fear present in his quivering voice, "I'm just surprised to see you, I guess."
Mark scowled, and yanked the colorful clump of hair roughly. Jeff let out a yelp of pain.
"You little slut", the Deadman growled, "You were hoping I wouldn't show because you had someone else here, didn't you? Didn't you?!"
The young Hardy's green eyes widened in terror. He shook his head dumbly in protest.
Mark pushed Jeff forcefully into a wall, and wrapped a huge hand around his slender throat.
Jeff struggled weakly. "Please, Mark", he whispered, "Don't-"
The Undertaker slapped him. "Shut up, you little whore", he grated. Jeff whimpered, trying desperately to pull away from the furious death's head that was Mark Calloway.
Mark began to drag him towards the center of the room then. He pushed him down roughly, so that he fell onto his side.
"Get onto your knees."
Jeff immediately complied, afraid of pissing Mark off anymore than he already was. His hair fell into his face as he turned his face downwards and averted his eyes.
Mark bent over him, making him extremely uneasy. "Look at me, whore."
Shaking, Jeff did so.
"Now, you know the rules, Jeffrey", Mark said softly, reaching down to push a stray lock of pink hair behind the younger man's ear, "There are to be no others."
"SILENCE!" Mark looked as if he were going to destroy something. Jeff had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"What did we decide would happen, should one's eye decide to roam?" Jeff thought to himself that he had never decided anything. "Jeffrey?", Mark prompted, his voice cold.
Hating himself for not being able to fight back, hating himself for being here, Jeff quietly uttered, "Punishment."
The Undertaker smiled, an evil grimace. "That's right. Just remember, little whore. You brought everything I do to you tonight on yourself."
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Uh-oh, Jeff's in trouble! Stay tuned to see what happens next!