~nineteen~

awsten awoke with a jolt, tied up in the chair in the pitch black basement. it took him to realize what had happened. then panic set in, shifting the chair around and trying to move.

he flinched as a lamp above his head flickered on, not able to adjust to the light. he squinted his eyes and saw gerard standing there right before him, smiling.

"wakey wakey, awsten." he said, kneeling down to his height.

"what the fuck is this?" awsten spat, still trying to wiggle his way out.

"don't worry, bud." he smirked, walking off into the darkness.

"where's ryan?" he yelled, eventually giving up at wiggling his way out.

"ask him yourself." gerard chuckled before a light flickered on in the corner in the room. ryan sat there calmly, having his face shoved in a book.

"you're a fucking psychopath, gerard!" awsten yelled, clenching his teeth together. gerard scoffed and laughed.

"i could just scream for help and someone would eventually come and see what happened, you two would be in so much trouble." awsten thought out loud, looking at the two of them.

"and we could pull each and every one of your teeth out with pliers, possibly even cut off your tongue. then we could sew your lips shut so you have no choice but to swallow all the blood. or i could just rip out your vocal chords, if you want it the easy way." gerard stepped into the light, chuckling. awsten stopped right then and there.

awsten's breath hitched as he saw a bag of needles and pliers hidden behind gerard's back not so secretly.

"what the fuck did i ever do to deserve this?" he asked, still angry.

"oh, so much," gerard sneered, suddenly pulling out a butcher knife and putting it inbetween awsten's eyes, grazing lightly. "so much."

awsten was far too frightened to talk now, not knowing what gerard would do. he wanted to scream and cry and just run for his life, but he knew gerard would just kill him. anyways, he would want that more than to sit there and be tortured brutally.

"ain't it a shocker that ryan agreed to help me with this?" gerard laughed, spreading awsten's legs as far as he could without them snapping.

"only because you bribed me, jackass." ryan spoke up from the corner, sitting up.

gerard stood up again, walking off into the distance.

"so, what's your plan, psycho?" ryan asked, walking over to where gerard stood.

"hm, we start off easy then get to the big shit, alright?" gerard started. awsten heard the scraping of metal, making him try to get out.

"we're gonna need better restraints, for sure." ryan looked over at awsten who was only terrified now.

"i can go pick those up sometime, it's already nearly ten now. i'm sure they're closed." gerard responded.

"we could start off with just the knives, carving." ryan said.

"thighs first?" gerard asked, reaching for a bag of things.

"i think that'd be fine," ryan shrugged.

gerard nodded and grabbed a knife and a roll of ducktape, walking back over towards awsten. he didn't resist, sitting still as gerard wrapped the tape around his mouth and head twice.

"ryan, hold him back." gerard grunted before forcing awsten's pants down, getting to work on his thighs. awsten was whimpering, begging for mercy. tears rolled down his face, trembling.

"you can let go." gerard said, looking up at ryan. ryan nodded and let go, walking over to gerard's side to look at what he had done.

"you really carved a fucking dick on his thigh?" ryan laughed, patting gerard on the back.

"you bet." he winked, running his index finger and middle finger across it. he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean while keeping direct eye contact with awsten.

"hey, he could get pain, i could get the pleasure." gerard laughed out, cleaning up awsten's thighs.

"sure, whatever." ryan smiled, folding his arms across his chest before walking back into his corner.

"yea, yea, he'll get boring after-"

the doorbell rang from upstairs, causing both ryan and gerard go into a sense of panic. ryan calmed himself down and walked upstairs, peering through a window.

"dude, it's brendon." ryan sighed of relief.

"cool, i'll be up in a second." gerard nodded before ryan closed the door slightly.

"if you move, or make the tiniest bit of noise, you're fucking dead. do you hear me?" he snarled, getting right up in awsten's face. he frantically nodded before gerard walked back upstairs, closing the door behind him.

he ran to the bathroom, getting cleaned up from what happened. right before he was about to exit, he heard ryan open the door. gerard carefully leaned against the door, listening intently.

"hey ryan," brendon greeted, more eager than usual.

"it's almost ten o'clock , what are you doing here?" ryan asked, hinting on a bit of sass.

"just missed you, i guess." he chuckled along.

"or were you just extremely horny?" ryan shut the door. gerard could distinctively hear the lock, smiling to himself.

"maybe.... ok yea, whatever." brendon sighed.

all was silent which confused gerard at first but he opened up the door and walked out, seeing brendon and ryan making out. and damn, was it aggressive.

"hate to kill the mood, lovebirds, but i'm still here." gerard laughed, meeting face to face with them.

"gerard- what the... what?" brendon stopped, looking back and forth between ryan and gerard.

"long story short, i gave him a thousand bucks to suck my dick." gerard said, cocking a brow before walking off into the kitchen.

"wait- ryan, what?" brendon focused now only on ryan, utterly confused.

"no, he's full of shit," ryan laughed, turning the corner. "just needed someone to hang out with."

"i- oh, ok," brendon sighed, following gerard into the kitchen.

ryan and brendon started up a regular conversation while gerard sat at the end of the table watching the two. he was really on the urge of getting another syringe and practicing the same act on brendon. he also knew ryan would be devastated, most likely backing out and telling someone. so gerard just sat there, patient.

he then got an idea, head snapping up and looking right at brendon.

"hey brendon, would you like to... help us with, something?" gerard asked, clasping his hands together.

"s-sure, what is it?" he asked, mostly staring at ryan.

gerard slid another wad of money towards brendon, watching his eyes grow wide.

"what the fuck dude?" he asked, excited.

"you can keep a secret, can't you?" gerard asked.

"yea, of course, man." brendon chuckled, shoving the money into his pocket.

"we need your help, killing him."

...-i apologize for this being so incredibly boring, this story is almost done (dun). i'll start another one soon, promise.-