"I'm glad you didn't leave" Ian walked towards Anthony and gave him a card. "Here. It's a ticket for T-Pain's show."
"Oh my God. Ian, where did you get this?" he asked. He was so excited because he's a fan of T-Pain. Little did he know, both of them are.
"Don't think about where I got it. It's a thank you gift. Thanks for staying" he smiled. And it wasn't a happy smile, it was more of a creepy, devilish smile.
They both went to T-Pain's show and watched. It was the happiest moment of Anthony's life, yet he had a feeling that something bad is going to happen. Something real bad.
Ian took Anthony to a room.
"Now that I gave you what you want, it's time for you to give me what I want" he locked the door. "You see Anthony, I didn't magically just turned into a ghost; I died. And for me to move on, I have to take care of my unfinished business" he told Anthony about his death.
"And what exactly is your unfinished business?" he asked.
"Watch someone suffer."
Anthony gulped.
Ian grabbed a box and took a lighter. He started pouring gas in, then he lighted it. The box was on fire. Anthony was coughing.
"Look, it says flammable" Ian chuckled. He poured a powder in the box and the flames grew bigger, which made Anthony continue to cough.
"I-I can't stand up anymore" Anthony coughed. He closed his eyes, sliding against the wall to sit.
"I love seeing you suffer, Anthony" he approached him.
Anthony groaned. The pain felt like pins and needles on his chest.
"Just suck it all up and stop whining" Ian spat.
He opened his eyes, "Oh my God, I can't see. My eyes are open and I can't see"
"Shhh" Ian stood up.
"I-Ian, I think I'm dying. I wanna live, I don't want be a ghost, I wanna-" he stopped when Ian opened the door. He crawled out of the room and gasped for air.
"Good job. Now let's go, we still have some business to take care of." he smirked.
Ian made him drive back to the apartment. He can't wait for what he has in store for Anthony. Meanwhile, Anthony had no idea why he was following Ian's orders. He felt like he's destined to folloe him. Ian opened a drawer and took a curling iron. Jessica's curling iron.
"Uhh Ian... What are you going to do with that?" Anthony asked.
"You'll see" he gave him a creepy smile and plugged the object. "You dress like an idiot. It would be better if you're naked."
"What?! I'm not going to strip off in front of you!" Anthony yelled.
Ian raised an eyebrow, "Do it or I'll go inside you"
He sighed and did what he was told. Ian smirked, "Now get down on your knees."
Anthony followed and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the worst. The next thing he knew, he felt something go inside of him. Something hot and very painful, yet amazingly pleasurable.
"Do you like that, Ant?" Ian asked, emphasizing the nickname he gave for him. Anthony felt the object burning him on the inside and hitting his prostate over and over.
"OH MY GOD IAN!!" he screamed and screamed his name until Ian finally pulled it out, leaving a cold breeze going through his wide crack. He layed down on bed and breathed heavily, completely shocked with what just happened. Ian managed to calm him down until he fell asleep.
In the morning, Anthony was having breakfast.
"Hey Anthony, how's your breakfast?" Ian said as he appeared through the table.
Anthony glared at him, "Please leave."
"Aww. You know I can't leave you. I still have some unfinished business." He smirked, "We need to go the funeral."
"Funeral?" He looked at him, confused.
They both went to Ian's funeral. He made Anthony wear his suit.
"You look so good in that" he hummed. "Now, I want you to wait for everyone to leave."
"That's it? I came here just to wait for everyone to leave?" Anthony thought it made no sense.
"Patience Anthony, there's more" he smirked. "But for now, we wait."
They waited for an hour until everyone was gone. Anthony approached the corpse and stared at it.
"Now, you have to penetrate my ass" Ian chuckled.
"What the fuck? I'm not gonna do that! That's gross!" Anthony cringed, thinking about necrophilia.
"You have no choice, Anthony"
He sighed, "Can I take this somewhere more private?"
Ian nodded and followed Anthony as he take the corpse into a room.
He then took the corpse's clothes off. It was surprising that Ian's body didn't look or smell... Dead.
Anthony stripped off, then he went on top of it.
"C'mon, I know you can do it" Ian encouraged.
He squeezed his eyes shut and inserted his tip on the corpse's crack. After a while, he started pumping in and out of it, creating rhythm. Soft moans were coming out of his mouth. The pace quickened and after a few thrusts, he pulled out and released his liquid guilt all over it.
Anthony wore his clothes back and he did the same thing to the corpse. He brought it back to where it was, hoping nobody noticed.
"Congratulations, I'll see you on the other side." Ian winked then disappeared.
