Death Of A Bachelor//B.U

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The house that we pulled up in was huge. It was black and white, which was absolutely beautiful. Brendon got out and went to my side, grabbing my arm and bringing me inside.

He took me to a basement downstairs and shoved me into a room.

"Don't make a noise and don't try to leave, or else." He threatened, slamming the door shut and locking it. There was a bed and that's all. No windows or anything, just a bed in an empty room with white walls and floors.

"This sucks," I whispered to myself, walking over to the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable. I laid down and cried myself to sleep. Yes, it may have sound childish, but when you get kidnapped by a world renown killer, you have the right to cry.

I thought about Brendon, I don't know why, he just popped into my head. He was mean but good looking. He had beautiful dark, dark brown hair, that could be mistaken as black hair. His eyes were a nut brown, they were deep, with a hint of evil.

I took the covers of the bed and pulled them over me, taking my shoes off and trying to fall asleep.

***

In the morning, Brendon was slamming my door, trying to wake me up, which he was successfully doing.

"Wake up before I open the door and wake you up myself!" He yelled, not stopping the hard knocking.

"I'm coming." I grogged, getting up and walking to the door, finally being able to open it. Brendon barged in, snooping around.

"Wow surprised to see that everything is in actual order and you didn't try to escape." He commented, staring me dead in the eye.

"Well you know, when you get threatened you do back off a little bit." I said, stepping back a little. Brendon took a big step in front, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Like I said before, there are some things that I'm gonna have to teach you if you don't wanna get killed or hurt, badly. This being one of them. Just, get dressed so I can explain them to you."

"Um, I have no clothes." At that moment, Brendon tossed me some clothes. I caught them and he walked out. I changed and just waited. The clothes he gave me weren't ugly, they were actually pretty nice together.

"Alright, let's go." He said, motioning for me to follow him with a small hand motion. We went upstairs, the part of the house I haven't seen. He brought us to the living room, I'm guessing.

"Alright, so rule number one would be to obey me. You have to do as I say, or there will be consequences. If you break any rules I give you, you will be punished." He said. I nodded and just sat there, listening intently to Brendon.

"Rule number two: don't talk back to me. Alright? I hate kids like that. They make me wanna shoot someone." He said, getting pretty upset, but calming down right after.

"Rule number three: no attitude, I hate that too."

"Are there types of consequences depending on what I did?" I asked.

"Yes, if you do something horrible, it will be pretty hectic, but a small thing isn't bad, for me at least." He shrugged, causing me to shiver.

"Rule number four: you are not to touch any, and I mean any, of the weapons in the house without my permission. That includes knives and anything harmful." He stated, getting up and pacing in front of the couch.

"Are those all the rules?" I asked, hoping he would say yes, which he did.

"Now cmon, it's breakfast, what do you want?" He asked, pretty harshly. He was a harsh man. Probably because he is a criminal.

"I don't know, whatever you have," I said. He rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. What was his problem? God, I wanted to give him so much attitude so I could see him mad. Yet, I didn't want to get in trouble, he said he hated it, so that might mean a bigger consequence.

That's something I don't want.

I sat down at the kitchen table and Brendon made cereal. Great cook. I don't even care if I get in trouble, he kidnapped me, so I have the right to be upset.

He gave me the bowl of cereal and I took the spoon from out of the bowl.

"Ah ah ah, did I say you could take the spoon?" He said, sitting across from me.

"No, but what could I do with the spoon?" I said, getting pretty annoyed.

"You could stab me in the eye."

"Yeah, I could also take a plate and shove it down your throat. I could take the milk in the cereal and spit it all over you. I could do anything to you with anything." I said, giving off an attitude like he didn't want me to do.

"Yeah, and I could give you a consequence now because you broke two of the rules." He said, trying to scare me. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"You know what? Get your a** to your room now! And don't come back until I tell you too!" He yelled, which made me laugh.

"Yeah, thank god! Now I can be out of sight from this monster that most people call Brendon Urie!" I yelled, storming off to the basement and into the room which was now apparently my room. I slammed the door shut and jumped on the bed, screaming as loud as I could into the pillow.

God, this place was like an actual living hell.

"I swear to god if I hear you scream one more time like that, you're not gonna enjoy the outcome," Brendon yelled from upstairs.

"Hey, Brendon! I honestly don't give any f**ks!" I yelled, suddenly hearing loud footsteps above me, and then I heard them come down the stairs.

This is the end of me.