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legs stretched out in front of him and his arms behind him. He was trying hard not to let Trent see just how afraid he was, but he suspected the fear showed
    clearly in his eyes, as Trent looked at Lane, ordering him to handcuff Jaylin firmly to the bed.
    When Lane hesitated, Greg cursed and snatched the
    cuffs from his hand.
    “I’ll do it. I want this done right.”
    Kneeling on the bed, he slapped a cuff around Jaylin’s
    right wrist, hooked the chain around a wooden bar in the
    headboard and then cuffed the left wrist. His arms were
    pulled tightly behind him, and at an odd angle that made his shoulders cramp and ache, but he said nothing. Greg
    smirked down at him.
    “You think you’re a tough guy, don’t you?” Greg
    taunted. “I bet you’re thinking how you’d like to kick my ass, but that won’t happen in this lifetime, you dirty, worthless fag.” His ignorance and his hate echoed in the words and
    Jaylin wanted to spit in his face but he knew it wouldn’t do him or Max any good.
    Laughing, Greg glanced at Max, then back to Jaylin,
    and without warning, he pressed the glowing end of his
    cigarette against Jaylin’s shoulder. Searing pain made Jaylin scream out loud. He could feel tears spring to his eyes and 51
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    Greg and Trent laughed and he heard Max yelling for Greg to stop and leave Jaylin alone.
    Jaylin watched in horror as Max tried to get to him, but
    Trent blocked him, kicking him hard in the stomach. Jaylin
    forgot his own pain as Max doubled over and dropped to his
    knees.
    “Stop it! Please, don’t hurt him!” Jaylin half-sobbed,
    half-screamed. “Please!” He knew his pleas were falling on
    deaf ears, but it ripped at his soul to see Max in pain and Trent certainly knew that, as he kicked Max again, even
    harder this time.
    Enjoying the power, Trent looked at Hank and Lane.
    “Stand him up.” This time, neither of them hesitated. They
    were likely far too afraid to see what would happen if Trent turned on them. Jaylin watched helplessly as Hank and
    Lane grabbed Max by the arms and forced him to stand even
    as he struggled to breathe.
    He lifted his head and looked at Trent, and Jaylin could
    see the pain in his eyes. “You have a problem with me. I get it. I know you’ve always hated me, so do whatever in the hell you want to do to me, but leave Jaylin out of this. Please.
    He’s never hurt you.”
    “You begging to save your fag boyfriend?”
    “Trent, please….”
    “Don’t worry, Maxie. Jaylin isn’t the one whose really
    gonna suffer here. I just want him to sit and watch what I
    have in mind for you.”

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    Panicked, Jaylin struggled against the handcuffs, but it
    was useless; he wasn’t getting free. Greg laughed at his
    efforts.
    He’s going to hurt Max. All of them are. Something
    horrible will happen to him and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
    He was completely powerless to save the man he loved
    from suffering. All he could do was pray that both he and
    Max would survive whatever nightmare Trent and Greg had
    in mind for them.
    But even if they did survive, Jaylin knew one thing for
    certain.
    Nothing would ever again be the same, when this night
    was finally over.
    The world as he knew and loved it was coming to an
    end.

    LANE had never seen so much blood in his life. He wasn’t
    certain a person could lose that kind of blood and live, and that thought terrified him as he looked around the room,
    eyes finally falling to Jaylin Ryan, who sat on the floor,
    holding Max’s battered body in his arms, crying as he begged the other man to live.
    Shit! What have we done? How did I get into this fucked-up mess?

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    Four hours after they first confronted Jaylin and Max,
    Trent and Greg had finally grown tired of their so-called
    games. They had already left.
    Hank was outside, throwing up, and Lane stood there,
    gun in his hand.
    Trent had handed it to