Matt looked around him as he spun in circles while dangling by his arms from what appeared to be a long chain hanging from the ceiling. He couldn't see but inches past his face because where ever he was it was pitch black. The only sounds he could hear were the rustling sounds made by rats and other varmints as they scurried around in the dark. He tried to tell himself that he wasn't afraid, but it wasn't working very well, as he seemed to have been thrown into his very own horror movie. He wanted to call out… to cry for help, but his pride wouldn't allow it. So instead he hung there like a cow in a slaughterhouse ready to be butchered.

Butchering… the word sent shivers running over Matt's naked body as the word sent images of his own death running though the elder Hardy's brain. Matt held his breath and tried to slow his racing heart as his mind raced through the possibilities of who could be responsible for this, but somehow never even considered the one actually at fault. Matt turned his head sharply upon hearing his own name whispered sending him spinning in the other direction making his stomach turn yet again.

He didn't want to whimper. Swore that he wasn't going to do it. But when his already darkened world suddenly went pitch black he moaned at the loss of what little sight he'd had. "Maaaaaaaaaaaatty," he heard a voice call again and again he turned his head making his body swing sickeningly in its suspended state.

Feeling hands on his ass Matt swung his feet back but didn't connect with anything and finally broke his vow of silence by screaming, "WHO THA FUCK IS THERE?" But all he heard in response was the scurrying of the noises in the night and soft giggled laughter of small children… something else he hated. Again he felt the hands caressing his body only this time running over his soft stomach and downward. This time Matt swung his feet forward but again came up empty. Shortly after though he felt a blow to his head and lost the capacity for thought all together.

When he awoke, he tried lifting his feet but found that they had been restrained somehow. Once again deciding silence was the best policy Matt refrained from speaking hoping that whomever was out there wouldn't know that he was awake. The unexpected blow to his side crunching one or two ribs though resulted in the unwanted scream of pain to escape his lips. "MOTHERFUCKER!" Again he heard the giggled laughter, but this time picked up on movement around him as his senses adjusted to his loss of sight.

Abandoning the silence is equal to bravery theory Matt let his anger loose and screamed, "WHO'S THERE YA FUCKIN COWARD?" Unfortunately the question only resulted in the another blow this time to his other side. "GODDAMNIT!" He felt hands again caressing his body picking at him, pawing, pinching, and stroking. He swore that he wasn't going to respond, but he was powerless to resist the stirrings of his body that were pushing at him, whispering that he might enjoy this experience. That is until he left the tearing of flesh at his left nipple.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SON OF A BITCH!" Matt screamed but only got tiny giggles and another tearing of flesh at his right nipple. "YA GODDAMN FUCKIN COWARDLY WHORE WHO ARE YA?" His punishment was a blow to the back and a tear at the flesh of his stomach.

"MOTHERFUCKER STOP THAT!" Matt shouted and this time the giggling baby voices spoke. "Whatsa matta Matty? You don like da pain?" The voice set Matt off making him try and lunge at it, but the chains and restraints held him fast and he only managed to hurt himself wrenching his shoulders and ankles.

"YA GODDAMN COWARD!" Matt pretended there weren't tears running down his cheeks from frustration and fear, but somewhere in the back of his mind there was this sadistic whisper resembling that of his baby brother taunting him. "Who's tha crybaby now Matty?"

Matt swung his head from side to side damning the sickening sway it produced only trying to clear the angry drawl from his head. So busy worrying about Jeffy he didn't sense the presence near him until he felt the tearing at his left side near his soft waist. GODDAMNIT STOP THAT JEFF!" Matt cried out still focused on his baby brother and received a shot to the face. He pretended he didn't utter a half sob as he spat blood and a tooth from his mouth.

"I ain't your brother Matty," he heard the baby voices giggle. "And if I were you I'd stop worrying who I am and think about which of your sins you are being punished for."

"YA STUPID MOTHERFUCKER HOW CAN AH FIGURE OUT WHY YA DOIN THIS IF AH DON' KNOW WHO YA IS!?" Matt screamed only to receive another punch to the mouth resulting in another lost tooth and more blood. As he gritted his teeth trying to suck up the pain the entity torturing him tore at his other side making his scream. "DAMNIT STOP! AH DON' KNOW WHO YA IS, BUT AH'M GONNA KICK YA'RE ASS!" The torturer didn't seem very phased though and all he heard were more giggles before feeling a tearing at his belly button. "AH FUCKIN TOLD YA TO STOP JEFF!"

"An' I told you I ain't Jeff," the baby giggled before Matt's world went black again. Matt woke sputtering as he felt something dripping down his face. "Morning Glory," the baby giggled irritatingly. "I wanted to make sure that you didn't miss this one. I think you'll… find it interesting."

Before Matt could ask what was going on he the familiar tearing at the soft flesh of his inner thigh. "GODDAMNIT STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" Matt ordered recklessly but this time the baby didn't retaliate with a blow instead all he heard were the sickening baby giggles. "Oh We almos' done Matty don' worry bout that."

When Matt felt something soft caressing his maleness he panicked and tried unsuccessfully to pull away, but the giggling person held him firmly plucking at the elastic flesh even going so far as to run something wet across it. "WHAT ARE YA DOIN YA SICK FUCK?!" Matt shouted totally panicked, but the voice only kept giggling unfazed. "Oh if you think this is sick… you'll LOVE what's comin up. Matt felt fingers pluck at the skin of his manhood stretching it just before he felt the most agonizing tearing pain yet.

Matt screamed at the top of his lungs and thrashed about trying to stop the pain, but only managed to make it worse until he eventually ceased moving. Whimpering Matt realized that threats weren't going to get him anywhere cause whomever this was obviously had no fear of Matt Hardy or his Mattitude. "Please," Matt whimpered hoping that begging would please his captor, but the laughs only changed from baby-like to a deep demonic bass that made the Hardy brother long for the baby to return.

"Whaddya think Matty?" The deep voice purred into his ear making the hairs stand up on the nape of his neck. "You ready for the next chapter in our story?" Before Matt could answer he felt a pain searing his back as if someone were driving spikes into it. Arching his back Matt tried to escape the pain, only too feel something smooth and cool being run around his body. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Matthew," came a soft mothering voice. We don't wanna hurt you… so you have nothing to fear from us… really you don't." By now Matt's body was quivering with fear and cries and his bruised mind couldn't stop from being lulled by the comforting voice. "That's it Dearie… don't you worry. We mean you no harm. Really we don't."

Matt felt himself nodding in agreement as he allowed the voice to relax him. "There now… does the good boy feel better now?" It asked and Matt had barely nodded yes before he felt the spikes being rammed into his back again and the air around him was filled with the deep demonic laughs again. "You stupid FUCK! We ain't anywhere NEAR done with your ignorant backwoods ass!! Oh YOU'RE gonna hurt alright pretty boy! The only question is how much pain can you take?"

Over and over Matt felt the spikes tearing at the flesh of his back as he screamed until he was too horse for the sounds to be heard. Limply he hung as the chains tore at the flesh of his wrists. Dumbly Matt hung there, his chest heaving with silent sobs thinking, hoping, praying that this was the end to his torment until he heard a familiar whooshing sound. Before he could place it as the pumping of a super soaker a spray hit his back making his eyes pop open beneath the night mask that had been placed over his eyes.

His voice gone, the screamed coming from his lungs were more like soft animal whimpers as the tormentor ruthless empties the burning liquid onto his back. Matt didn't realize that the spraying had stopped until the hard plastic connected with the back of his head then was thrown across the room. The unmistakable odor of rubbing alcohol filled his senses and Matt's body thrashed as if he could escape the blood and alcohol mixture running through the hamburger consistency the flesh of his back had become.

Matt didn't have too much time to adjust though before he felt a familiar stinging sensation on his chest and recognized the Singapore cane blows from his encounters with it in the ring. His tormentor must have grown bored with the cane after the wonderfully bloody outcome of the spiked paddle he had used on the back because Matt didn't feel the blows for long.

Matt heard steps walking away from him and foolishly though he couldn't possibly become more scared until he heard the crack of a whip close to his ear. Matt's body jerked tearing the flesh of his cock again, but he ignored the pain in his terror to escape the whip. Matt had always hated whips even when he was able to see, but this…

Matt heard a crack and felt something sting and puncture the flesh of his chest. "SHANNON PLEEEEEEEEEEASE STOP!" Matt screamed thinking of the first person that he knew who loved the whip so much. In fact Matt knew for a fact that Shannon had a long black leathered whip that had a steel spiked tip. Shannon once bragged that the spike was wonderfully painful when used by someone who knew how to use it.

"Wrong again Carolina Boy," the demonic voice tisked and chucked darkly as he whipped the soft flesh of Matt's chest and legs repeatedly. At one point the whip centered on the spot where his manhood was connected to his thigh until it had been torn away leaving a large patch of skin missing from the sensitive organ.

Matt's face contorted as he reached yet another plateau of pain he never though possible. Before he had time to adjust he felt hands touching his chest followed by more ripping of flesh. His body jerked spasming with pain as something was torn from his flesh where it had been ripped earlier. When that was done he once again had no time to adjust before he felt another shockingly intense pain. He barely had time to recognize the taste of the liquid splattering on his face as hot sauce before a pain tore through the deep center of his chest.

The last living though Matt Hardy had was a question he'd been trying to answer for the last hour. "Who?"

In front of Matt a bare chest heaved with exhaustion as he watched the life running down Matt Hardy's body. Beneath him was a pool of blood mixed with hot sauce and rubbing alcohol from the Super Soaker's he'd used. Scattered about were the fishhooks all still having large chunks of flesh on them.

Bending the suddenly calm man picked a hook and its flesh from the floor and slowly eased the flesh from the hook then stared at it as if in some trance. Raising his eyes the man looked at the face untouched with the exception of some splatterings of hot sauce. Walking over the man dropped the hook onto the floor headless of the bare state of his own feet and popped the flesh into his own mouth savoring the taste as he chewed. Slowly he ran the hand down his naked body teasing nipples until it rested on his cock stroking slowly as he stared enchanted at the beauty in front of him. Raising the other hand he wiped the face clean then raised it so that he could look into the dead brown eyes once he'd torn off the mask.

"You should have said yes Matty," the man whispered. "All I wanted was one little kiss." Leaning in PJ laid his lips softly on the lifeless lips of Matt Hardy kissing him gently. "All I wanted was one little kiss."

The End

Version #5: Burning Bridges