Psychotic (boyxboy)

Chapter Fourteen

a/n: this is lame lmao

Alex was early. 

Scott was angry.

Mitch was eerily happy. He opened the door and invited the tall man inside, his face a mask of pure joy that he was here. Scott wasn't quite sure that it was a mask. Alex eyed Mitch strangely and went to the couch. 

"It's a mess in here." Alex sank into the cushions and observed the pair curiously, an eyebrow raised. "When was the last time you cleaned in here, Scottie?" Scott glanced at Mitch, tensing when he saw him twitch. His mind raced to find an answer to the sudden movement, but he couldn't find anything. 

"I, uh, maybe a few days ago?" Scott replied quietly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Alex narrowed his eyes. 

"A few days ago? You clean like everyday." Alex said, his voice dripping with disbelief. Scott flamed and he cursed himself internally. He slipped again and now Mitch was going to be furious. 

Speaking of the devil, the small man released a small hum. "Are you thirsty, Alex?" He asked sweetly. Alex shrugged. 

"Kind of."

"What would you like? We have water or juice." Mitch tipped his head and flashed Alex an award winning smile. The future victim flamed and shrugged meekly. 

"Uh, juice is fine." He muttered awkwardly. 

"Can you get that for him, Scottie?" Mitch angled his head toward Scott. Scott hesitated, but nodded, ducking into the kitchen. He heard footsteps behind him and sighed, recognizing them to be Mitch's. He sighed and turned around to look at him.

"What?" Scott mumbled, his gaze sliding to the entry way and back to Mitch. 

Mitch smiled. "Just get the juice, Scottie." He hummed, pulling a small packet out of his pocket. Scott squinted and did as he was told, hoping that Mitch would let Alex go if he was obedient. "Place the glass on the counter." Mitch said when he was done. Scott did. With a small smirk, Mitch tore open the packet and tipped it into the drink. "Now, give it to our guest." 

Scott contemplated knocking the glass over. That would only result in a knife to his chest and a very dead Alex. With a small sigh, he grabbed the beverage and carried it over to Alex. "Here you go." He whispered, pressing the glass into Alex's hand.

Alex frowned at Scott while lifting the glass to his lips. Scott watched as the juice gradually entered Alex and disappeared, taking whatever Mitch put into it with it. He sighed and backed away. 

Mitch reentered the room and smiled with satisfaction as Alex's eyes began to droop. "Hey, I'm sorry guys, I'm just... really... tired." Alex slurred, wiggling to get more comfortable where he was. 

"That's fine. Take a short nap. Food will be ready when you're awake." Mitch said brightly and Scott shot him a sour glare. Alex gave Mitch a thumbs up and passed out, his quiet snores filling the room. "Now, Scottie," Mitch's happy demeanor dropped and he turned to gaze at him. 

"Please don't call me that." Scott mumbled, avoiding eye contact. 

Mitch simply ignored him. "Take our guest into the bedroom and tie him up. He's much too heavy for me." Scott glared, but did as he was told, lifting Alex up. He grunted at the weight and ignored the steady burn of his wrists as he lugged the other man into the room. 

Swallowing harshly, he grabbed the sheets and tied his limbs to the bed frame, backing away as soon as he was finished. Guilt threatened to swallow him whole, muting his senses to the point he didn't even hear Mitch come back until the man smacked his chest, directly over the healing skin. 

Mitch was holding an armful of various torture devices. In reality, they were things normal people had in their house for innocent things. Unfortunately, Scott was one of the normal people. He began placing each thing on the ground: three different sized knives, scissors, a razor, pliers, and bleach.

Scott held his breath. "Where did you get all of this?" He asked softly, keeping his eyes on the weapons nervously. Grimly, he thanked God that none of this (besides the knives) were ever used on him. He threw a fleeting glance at the slumbering body and sighed. 

Mitch tapped his lips and looked at Scott. "Where are your gloves?" He asked. 

"They're- wait why?" Scott frowned. 

Mitch pinched the bridge of his nose. "Prints, you fucking dumbass." He retorted. 

Scott flinched and looked down. "They're under the kitchen sink." (because a kitchen sink to you, is not a kitchen sink to me, okay frie- sorry) Mitch nodded once and disappeared down the hall, heading to the kitchen. While he was gone, Alex began to stir, groaning quietly under his breath. Scott frowned, trying to figure out what wore off that quickly. 

"I feel like I just got hit by a rock." He wheezed and tried to sit up. Alex froze, when he realized he couldn't. "What the hell...?" Scott watched as he craned his neck, trying to get a feel of his surroundings. His eyes landed on Scott and he frowned. "Scott? What's going on?" 

Scott just watched helplessly, and turned his head away. What could he say? Hey, dude. Sorry I totally fucked up and got you killed *smiley face*, because that would go well. Mitch chose that moment to walk back into the room, snapping the latex glove against his skin. He tossed Scott a pair and smiled at Alex cruelly. 

"Hi, sweetie, did you enjoy your nap?" He purred, stalking closer ominously. Alex cringed and shrank back, eyeing them both anxiously. 

"What's going on?" He asked nervously. 

"Scottie-boy here just got you killed." 

Alex looked at Scott desperately. "What's he talking about, Scott? Who is this dude?" 

Mitch snapped his fingers in front of Alex's nose. "The name's Mitch. Mitch Grassi. I take it you heard of me?" He purred, firmly grabbing Alex's jaw. 

Alex's eyes widened in fear and his breathing quickened to the point where Scott could see the rise and fall of his chest from where he was. Scott whimpered and pulled the gloves on, not quite knowing why he needed to wear them. "Scott, why are you with this psychopath?" Alex whimpered. 

"Don't answer him." Mitch ordered, keeping his eyes on Alex. He smirked again, and mocking snapped the glove again. "I say we get started, yes?" He purred, leaning down and running his nose under Alex's jaw line. Alex shuddered and tried to back away, cringing. Mitch just chuckled and pulled back, heading to the row of tools. He lifted the largest knife off of the ground. 

"Let's get started." Mitch purred. 

Scott was going to puke. 

a/n: unfortunately, if I continued, this chapter would be really long and like, that's not my style. SO, I'll probably just update the torture tomorrow, how does that sound? 

Because my hands are cramping and I got shit to do tonight lmao. 

Sorry for the boring chapter. 

-Jai