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What to do when your boyfriend is a serial killer (4)

Jeremwood
Word count: 18285
Chapters: 7

"Kill the Fake AH Crew? You do know that they are immortal, right?" Ray snorted . Burnie just smiled smugly at him.

"Well yeah, of course I know that. I guess it's a good thing I have an immortal here to experiment on." Burnie said with a malicious grin. Jeremy's eyes widened a bit as he though of what he was about to be put through. "My, what a bright purple your hair is now! I wonder what that could mean?" Burnie smirked, walking up to Jeremy and grabbing his face. "Could it possibly mean... fear?"

Jeremy, against his better judgement, spit right into Burnie's face. Burnie wiped the spit off, chuckling.

"You are a wily one aren't you?" He pushed a button on the desk. "Blaine, Tyler, come take our friend here to his new living quarters. I'm sure Jon has some things to test, right?" Burnie smirked, and seconds later Jeremy was being dragged from the room. "Fuck it, bring Ray too! Maybe Jeremy will be more cooperative if the threat of Ray's death is looming over him." Burnie laughed evilly. Jeremy wanted to kill him himself, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. To think, a single man could bring back his murderous tendencies.

Jeremy was roughly thrown into a room. Before he could even think of retaliating, he was put into a chair and strapped in. No matter how hard he struggled, the restraints would not loosen up. He looked around and saw Ray being placed at the wall across from him, his hands and feet bound.

Jeremy's face paled when he saw the different items in the room he was in. It was quite obvious that he was about to be tortured. A first for him.

"Oh Jesus, this is gonna suck, isn't it?" Jeremy groaned. Understatement of the century, but he couldn't really find the words to properly show his immense fear.

"Hey, don't worry. You're immortal, and have, like, impervious skin. No weapon they have is going to work on you. You'll be fine." Ray told him. He didn't sound too sure of himself.

"But what if they come after you, then? Ray, I wanted to help find you so that Ryan would be happy. That certainly won't happen if you end up dead."

"I'll be fine; cant use me as bait if I'm dead, right?" Ray squeaked, obviously not believing his own words. It was quiet a few moments before a man with long hair walked in.

"So, you're Jeremy, then." The man said coldly. He looked angry.

"The one and only. I'm guessing you're Jon?"

"The one and only." Jon mocked. "I don't know what Burns expects me to do. How the fuck am I going to hurt you if I can't even break your fucking skin?"

"Beats me, dude. I'm not exactly an expert on this shit either."

"Well, I guess we're going to have a lot of fun then, aren't we?" Jon grumbled, picking up a knife. He walked over to Jeremy, and swung the knife down as hard as he could. It broke on contact with Jeremy's leg.

"I'm getting real tired of people trying to stab me. That's the third time in the past two days! How ridiculous is that?" Jeremy complained. He was beginning to feel more at ease; they couldn't hurt him.

"That does seem like an excess amount of stabbing attempts." Ray pointed out, earning a glare from Jon.

"You might want to keep your mouth shut, before I sew it shut for you." He growled. Ray immediately shut up, not exactly wanting to experience any more pain. "Now, what else can we try? Perhaps some acid will weaken whatever shit is going on with your skin?"

Jon grabbed a large bottle of some sort of chemical, and just soaked Jeremy in it. It was all over his clothes, his skin, his hair, everywhere. To his surprise, he did feel a weird tingling sensation, but nothing more.