Millennium || Billy & Stu ||

1. Seven Days of Creation

DAY ONE-

I open my eyes to darkness. The same darkness I saw with my eyes closed. My back aches and my limbs scream at me to move them from their uncomfortable positions. My wrists. Shit, don't get me started on my wrists.

These chains make me feel like a stuck pig. Which I basically am.

Something scurrys across my arm rested on the floor and I scream. Its barely formed with the tape over my mouth, but I'm still just as shaken as if it were a real scream. It echoes around the empty chasm, and screeches around me.

I thought I heard someone approach the basement door, but its just my imagination. No one is coming for me.

Hours pass, and my throat gets parched. I wiggle my mouth around until a corner of the tape is loose from my now partially exposed mouth, and I gasp for air. I then lean to my left and open wide to drink the water dripping from the crusted ceiling.

I can hear footsteps. Someone is upstairs. Maybe someone has found me? No. I recognise the muffled laugh of Stu Macher. He's watching TV. While I'm kidnapped and chained down in the basement. Asshole.

I slump around for an eternity, until I hear two muffled voices. It sounds like there's cotton in my ears preventing me from comprehending their words. But I can tell that it's the voices of Billy and Stu.

DAY TWO-

I wake up feeling like shit. I only feel like this when I sleep shitty, which I did. By my guess I fell asleep at around 3am after listening to Billy and Stu converse, and now it's probably the afternoon by the way I'm feeling. Groggy and passive aggressive.

Im pissed, and fucking starving. My stomach squelches again to remind me of the pain I'm in.

Miraculously, the basement door slams open and down the stairs pounds a 6"3 Stu Macher, a Cheshire-like grin on his face.

He pads over to where I'm chained and stoops down to my level.

"You look so fucking delicious," he mutters, after surveying my body.

I let out a little noise muffled by the duct tape, but he can tell I'm surprised. His smiles grows wider, if thats even possible.

"I'm being serious, sweetheart. Why do you think we brought you here? For entertainment? You're so fucking boring I could never even jack off thinking about you naked. We brought you here... so we could eat you. Hey, its slim pickings out here, and you look really tasty," he sighs in delight at the idea of... eating me?

I shake my head no, trying to tell him I'm not going down without a fight, but he just shoots up to his normal height, laughs like a mental patient, and screams, "GOTTCHA!! DID YOU REALLY THINK WE WERE GONNA EAT YOU, PRINCESS? THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WAS PRICELESS. GOD I’M HILARIOUS."

I stare at him, even more confused than before, and scrunch up my eyebrows to show concern. Stu just bends back down and whispers, his face completely straight, "Just so you know, we did bring you for entertainment. And I think about you naked all the time."

He leaves, but not before throwing a gas station pack of chocolate donuts into my lap.

"Eat up, princess," he says, not facing me but focused on walking back upstairs.

DAY THREE-

I hear a door slam upstairs. An engine starts, Billy yells something, then the engine slowly gets quieter. Its gotta be about 12am. I only just fell asleep. A body flops down onto where I've pinpointed the only two beds in the cabin to be at, just above my head. The TV clicks on and cheesy music can be heard seeping through the floor into my dungeon. Stu must be watching a romcom.

The only time I had ever seen Stu watch a romcom was after Casey broke up with him, so this must be serious. Evidently Billy was pissed off at him for something.

My stomach groans and I remember I havent eaten the donuts I was graced with yesterday. But my hands are chained to the wall. Frustrated, I lean over and pick up the package with my teeth, and tear it open. A few fall onto the dank floor, but two land directly in my mouth. I guzzle then down, grateful Stu isn't going to eat me.

DAY FOUR-

Stu comes shrieking down the stairs, screaming for absolutely no reason, holding a piece of bread and a cup of water.

Stu, in a voice sounding like a knock-off Randy cries out while bowing, "Good morrow, fair lady. Dinner is served. Today's special, bread and water."

I almost smile at his stupidity, almost. I'm certain its morning and not dinner time. But whatever.

DAY FIVE-

"Hiya, sweetheart."

I wake up startled, and scream bloody murder.

Billy Loomis just laughs.

"Stu couldn't help but take a few shots of you while you were asleep. Sorry about him," he says gritting his teeth.

"If you're good today, maybe we'll take you outside," Billy says, a preditorial look in his eyes.

"So you better be good!" Stu adds in enthusiastically, appearing from behind the crouched Billy.

The psychos take you outside, trading your chains for simple rope, and try to scare you with showing you the traps they have set up around the perimeter of the tiny cabin.

You're not scared. Sure, you've been kidnapped by two of your best friends that murdered the rest of your friend group, but you're certain you'll find a way out.

DAY SIX-

Stu brings me the usual. Bread, with a small plastic cup of water. Billy's idea, no doubt.
As he leaves I get the sudden urge to not be alone, so I try to get him to stop. I rattle my chains and scream as loud as I can. He stops and turns back around slowly, with insane patience. He treds back to me and smiles gently, then removes my muzzle so I can speak. He's glancing carefully between my eyes and mouth. I furrow my brows at this action, and he just smirks at me.

"Why... why are you..." I croak out, testing my new voice.

"Shh. Im not supposed to talk to you. Billy's orders. Just... be good, okay?" he hums in satisfaction when I nod to him, submitting.

He then gently removes my chains and my hands fly to comfort my raw wrists. He looks at them with pity.

I glance down at my nutrition he still has cradled in his hands, and like a broken trance, he suddenly thrust the food into my hands. I scarf it down while he watches motionless. He takes the cup, and leaves me. Alone.

DAY SEVEN-

I'm surrounded by warmth. It's the most comfortable I've been in the past week. My wrists feel free, I'm warm, I'm dry, and I feel content. Suddenly a snore slices through the quiet morning air causing me to jump off of the warmth. It's... Stu? What.

I was sleeping on Stu. I then realise that he's got to be breaking Billy's rules if he's down here, so I start to shake him awake frantically.

"Stu! You need to get out of here before-"

"Before what, Y/n?" Billy snarls, stepping out of the darkness. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he adds, chuckling.

"Billy! I didnt know she still liked me! She used to cuddle with me all the time before... well... ya know," Stu says, full of joy.

"Looks like our little toy is playing favorites. Don't worry sweetheart, I won't hurt you. yet." Billy chuckles again at the look on my face as I scramble back towards the wall.

"I'm gonna ask you to do something for me. Can you handle that?" he inquires. I nod.

"Good girl. You want out of those chains, right? Then you're gonna have to gain my trust."

You think for a moment before replying, "How do I do that?"

I HOPE THIS WAS A GOOD CHAPTER.
SORRY IF IT SUCKS ASS. I WROTE IT IN THE CAR.