January 5th, 2024
Day Thirteen
JJ pranced down the hallway, a delirious grin on his face. A series of giggles echoed throughout, though he kept them to a minimum to avoid being overheard.
"I tasted him." He thought, giddy, salivating as he remembered what he'd done to Mikey earlier. "Not just his skin, not just his blood. His flesh. I got to taste it, and eat it as well. He was so delicious..."
He paused and leaned against the wall, trying to relax himself since he was getting too hyperactive. A constant wave of laughs and chuckles spewed from him, and anyone who'd have the misfortune of bearing witness to it would've instantly called for him to be thrown in a mental asylum. Unfortunately, nobody ever saw him. Nobody ever kept an eye on him.
Nobody knew what went on inside of his room with Mikey.
Tears pricked the edges of his eyes, his laughter bleeding into hysteria. As he slowly but surely recovered, an underlaying wave of sadness crept in.
He knew what this feeling meant.
If killing and eating strangers was addictive enough to draw him back here every night, then he knew for certain that he wouldn't be able to hold back with Mikey. This hysterical over a single bite? There truly was no way.
"I'm sorry, Mikey. My sweet, loyal, innocent Mikey... I wish it wasn't like this. I'll try so hard to contain myself, but I don't know if I'll be able to. I love you. I wish you felt loved by me, instead of afraid. How did I get to this point?"
By now, JJ was silent. With his tears dried and his laughter now faded, he appeared more depressed than excited.
Then, he caught sight of a door in the distance. Banana Kid was behind there, just where JJ had left him. He hadn't eaten in days. He'd come here because apparently he had to feed him to some extent, as to keep him alive.
"Great."
When the door was burst open and the light was turned on, Banana Kid jolted, his eyes shooting open. They were wide and disoriented, not used to finally having sight after spending days in pure darkness. He shook, sweating horribly as JJ approached him.
"If it were up to me, I would've tortured and killed him already." JJ thought, meeting his terrified eyes with a contemptuous glare. "Keeping him alive, and unscathed at that, is truly the biggest test of my patience. It's laughable, really - you don't deserve to live after you tried to pry my Mikey away from me, leaving me suffering and alone while you sweep him off his feet and live your perfect little lives on the surface. You're this terrified because you've finally found out that I won't let you get away with it. Whatever those men choose to do with you once I sell you off to them, I hope it's equally as painful as I would've made it, if I had things my way."
"The boundaries I have to pertain to in order for this to work, is tearing at me." JJ started explaining, sounding smooth compared to Banana Kid's desperate gasping. He was still majorly adjusting for the change in scenery; his eyes not used to light and struggling to comprehend it. On top of that, he was clearly still thinking of JJ's threat from when they last saw each other, predicting he'd be harmed and maybe even tortured down here now. "You don't fucking deserve to live. I want to tear you open so badly-"
JJ slammed his hands on the sides of the board Banana Kid was strapped to, causing him to whimper.
"But I can't. You'll never understand how infuriating that is. I can't bruise you, I can't cut you, and I can't malnourish and starve you. What did you ever do to deserve such perfect treatment? Fucking thief; trying to snatch my Mikey from me, with your perfect little mental health and personality. You knew you'd look like a saint compared to me, and that was your chance to get him. You knew he'd be tempted to come to you because you don't have any mental issues that he has to witness. Why though? He doesn't need to flee to anybody; I keep him safe and protected. Sure, I snap on occasion, but it's his fault for breaking my rules. And maybe I do think about what it'd be like to kill him and eat him sometimes, but what about it? When I do that to people almost every night, why wouldn't it come to mind? It's completely natural. I can control myself, though. I love him, I'd do anything for him, and I don't know how many more times I'll have to tell him before he finally understands-"
