Fear

5

      John walked around and undid Scott's hand cuffs. Scott didn't react, he was unconscious. Mitch sat in the corner watching as he silently sobbed.

"I'm sorry about your daughter." He said quietly and John snapped his head in his direction before he pushed all the fallen chains aside.

"It's not Scott's fault she ended it-" Mitch started but John cut him off.

"HE TOLD HER TO-"

"It's not his fault that people bullied her! It's not his fault that people were homophobic! He thought it would help her!" John laughed bitterly and shoved Scott's body hard enough to slam into the wall to the side.

"Yeah? Well look where that got her!? She's gone! And it's all his fault!" He screamed kicked Scott's limp body.

"Stop! Please stop hurting him!" Mitch pleaded, he regretted fighting John on the topic.

"You're right. I'll hurt him in a new way." John said with a wicked grin. He walked over to Mitch and in hooked his cuffs. Mitch fought against him but it was no use.

John dragged him to the chains and hooked them into his wrists. "Please please, we're sorry!" Mitch pleaded but John just smiled.

He walked over to Scott's body and dragged him to the corner that Mitch was previously in. He handcuffed his hands in front of him to the pipe in the corner.

John grabbed the end of the chains before yanking them down pulling Mitch's arms up. Mitch yelped at the sudden pain in one of his shoulders.

John took a knife out of his pocket and Mitch's breath hitched. John smiled as he approached him, "oh don't worry, nothing too bad yet. I have to wait till your boyfriend wakes up." He sliced through Mitch's shirt material.

The shirt fell to the floor and john grinned putting his knife back in his pocket. He slowly unbuttoned Mitch's jeans and Mitch tried to calm his breathing, clenching his teeth.

"You know I'm not going to rape you." He said as if it would reassure Mitch. He pulled down his pants and threw them to the side. "Not really my... type. But I do have to make him think I did."

Mitch looked at him horrified, "why are you doing this? The mind games? The rape? All you had to do was kill me." He whispered and John laughed pulling a small rag out of his pocket.

"Well, what's the fun in that?" He asked putting the rag in Mitch's mouth and tying it behind his head.

Mitch bit on the rag infuriated that he felt so defeated. John pulled his underwear down and Mitch squirmed away from him. "I said I wouldn't rape you but I didn't say that I wouldn't..." he struck Mitch in the stomach with the crowbar.

Mitch groaned loudly, the sound muffled in the gag. John proceeded to hit him before he got bored and punched him square in the face, "You think you look hurt enough? I think so for now."