Suicide House // Lashton [COMPLETED]

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Holy shit 1.03k 0.0 thank you so much!!!! Thanks for reading my shitty book :D you made my day, I was really exited in the morning and made sure to let everyone know (especially Dc32177 ) that this book had 1k reads!! (No one knew what I was talking about apart from some close friends) so here is chapter 12! <3
[contains a torture scene]
Back to Ashton's POV

I woke up with my eyes still feeling heavy. I walked to the bathroom with my eyes still partly shut.

[oh and sorry if I type shit instead of shut, Dylan pointed it out to me and I do notice I just cba to change it, sorry loves]

I stripped off my clothes, ignoring the mirror and stepped inside. The whole thing relaxed my muscles making me sigh with content.

I started to hum some Panic! While I was washing my hair. Showers aren't that interesting. I finished and got out, making sure to dry my feet this time. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to the bedroom looking through the wardrobe.

I wore my Jimi Hendrix tank top and some black jeans. Everyone used to think I always wore the same jeans, but I just have about 30 pairs.

My feet lazily took me to the kitchen and I realised that I have no food except from a bag of cool original Doritos and some chicken.

[Ashton never actually went shopping but this is a fanfic...no one eats or drinks of burps or farts or hiccups or shops for food or pees...but whatevaaaa]

I sighed and grabbed a paper plate and put the chicken on the plate and grabbed the Doritos.

I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. I watched Family Guy while eating.

The TV stopped playing and turned black. I reached for the remote but it wasn't by my leg.

I looked on the floor and under the sofa, behind all the pillows. I stood up to look under me and the TV turned on again.

I shrugged it off thinking that the power switched of and back on. That always happened at my old home.

I continued watching, when the screen blurred. The channel changed.

The video was of a little boy on a bike, his (presumed) father was holding onto the back of it.

"Are you holding on dad?"

"Yes son, keep pedalling!"

The boy pedalled faster, causing the dad to let go. But the boy swerved out of the way into a thorn bush.

The camera faced the ground as the person filming ran to the boy. The clip changed to the boy crying and the little cuts across his arm from the thorns.

"Aw it's okay honey, it'll heal."

The boy silently had tear falling down his face. He didn't like very old, maybe 5 or 6.

The clip changed again, but this time, two men wearing balaclavas [NOT TYLER AND JOSH BTW] where seen on the screen.

It was the room.

They had the camera stood up, so that you could see the small room.

"Hello Lukey." The man with the black balaclava said.

"We're back." The other said.

The boy squirmed in his chair, he was tied down into the chair, only in his boxers.

The blindfold was taken off and you could see the boy's silver eyes. He was a lot older now, maybe 17?

The first man stepped right in front of the boy and smiled, not a sweet smile but a menacing smile.

His face turned into a frown.

"Ah where's that pretty smile of yours?"

Still, the boy's face didn't change.

"Bring me the stuff, Trevor."

Trevor walked towards the camera and bent down standing up again with a small box.

The first man looked through the box and smiled when he pulled something out.

"Ah!" He exclaimed happily.

"Now we can see that smile!"

The man stuck the needle into Luke's face and pushed it through the skin. Pulling it through and then out.

I couldn't bear to watch. But I couldn't stop watching. I covered my ears and watched. I didn't want to hear the whimpers coming from his mouth.

He had finished his face and smiled at him.

"There's your smile Lukey!" Luke was crying continuously.

"But we're only getting started."

He searched through the box again, and Trevor went behind the camera and zoomed it in, him now being out of frame.

The other man pulled out a blade and pressed it to Luke's thighs, blood oozing out.

He made continues slashes on both legs.

Luke was sobbing, but he didn't look right because his face was held up in a bloody smile.

"Oh that's okay Lukey, I'll clean up the blood."

He pulled out a bottle of water and a rag. But he also pulled out something else, four packets of salt.

He poured them into the bottle and shook it, before pouring it onto the rag.

"Some nice salt water will heal those cuts."

Luke was struggling in the chair, gaining obvious rope burn on his wrists.

The man pressed the rag to Luke's fresh exposed cuts. Luke screamed with pain while the man laughed loudly.

That's what did it for me. Tears rushed down my face as I held and tugged my hair. This was horrible, why would someone do that to the poor boy?

He continued to scream and cry.

"All done." He smiled. Luke's legs where blood red and although the blood was gone, his legs were red from the stinging salt.

The next thing he pulled out was a lighter. He placed it right in front of Luke's eyes and ran his finger on the spinner, lightning a flame.

The weather outside was starting to become dark and stormy, which I really didn't like.

The man held the lighter to Luke's collar bone and flicked it, causing a burn in his skin.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to grit his teeth together, but the stitches prevented that.

The man made continuous burns on his body.

"Dont cry Lukey, there's still one more this to do."

Luke let out a sob. Luke was not okay, at all. I hadn't described it because it was hard to watch.

The man pulled out a knife and the screen went black. I stared at it for a second when suddenly a blood curdling scream came from the video.

"So long, Luke. And goodnight."

A/N I hope you liked it, it's really horrible and sad but it had to be done. THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!!