Devil's Night

Nice to Meet You.

Ricky's POV

I darted my head towards the door as I heard the latch click loudly. A gust of fresh air flowed into the stale and damp space as the it swung open. Chris was shoved in, landing on all fours, his head down and breathing heavily. He looked far worse than before. I jumped a little when the door slammed shut.

I softly called his name with concern but not wanting to be caught talking, "Chris?"

Not saying anything in response, Chris got settled up next to me. I looked over to ask about what they did to him or if he had any questions answered  but I wasn't expecting to see this. 

"Dude! What did they do to your neck!?" I said wanting to scream at the sight.

It looked like a bullet hole from a small pistol but that couldn't be possible. I didn't hear a gun go off, what the hell happened to him out there? He placed his hand on the open wound and then looked down at it to see it his palm was completely painted in a deep red. His expression was odd to me though. I'd expect him to panic but he instead just sighed softly.

Not saying a single word to him, I figured that I shouldn't make him relive that terror of what happened just to tell me a story. I could only assume from the looks of it that he would be speechless anyway. His eyes said it all.

"Never mind that now." I say in a worried yet stiff tone.

He just rested his head on my shoulder and drifted off to sleep, snuggling up in the crook of my neck. I wanted to hold him but though he was undone, I was still tied tight. I just leaned with him and fell asleep. I was still a bit groggy from being drugged earlier.

Part 2

Ricky's POV (Dream)

"Thanks for coming out tonight! You've been a wonderful audience." The crowd cheered in excitement as Chris spoke.

"We'll get to our next song soon but first, I need to confess something." He announced as he then walked over to me, wrapping his free arm around my shoulders. I began to blush as I already had an idea of what he might say.

Adjusting my guitar's strap so my instrument was hanging behind me, he took his hands in mine. He Leaned over to kiss me and I met his lips half way. We were Interlocked in a deep passionate make out for a good long moment. When he pulled away from the kiss I let out a quiet whimper. He then lifted the mic back up to speak.

"I've felt this way about Ricky for so long and I thank everyone here who supports us."

Giving me another peck on the cheek, Chris then got back into his position up front and I readjusted my guitar so that we may pick up where we left off.

"Alright, sorry about the short intermission. Without further ado this next song is called 'Abigail'. Now make some fucking noise!" He yelled as the crowd got fired up again.

Ricky's POV (Present)

A chill ran down my spine and I flinched myself awake from the wonderful dream. My head jolted to the left and a stinging sensation rested on the other side of my face. I let out a soft groan as I began to regain consciousness but within seconds I lost myself in a coughing fit. I felt like I was going to throw up from my uncontrollable hacking and could feel my throat burning. It's been forever since I've had a headache like this before it was if I was beaten into a coma and still suffering through it a day later after waking up.

I lifted my head hesitantly to see realise that I was standing up and my wrists cuffed together, shackled above my head. Chris was nowhere to be seen and a tidal wave of fear washed over me. My body still trying to regain feeling, I struggled to find out if I could squeeze my hands free but they were tightly fastened to where there was barely enough room for circulation. I began to panic and squirm but was interrupted by a deep yet soothing voice making me jump. I thought that I was the alone but apparently I had some unwanted company.

"I see that you're awake, took you long enough." He cooed with a sarcastic and mean tone.

I Looked around frantically, startled by the break of silence to see the long blonde haired guy sitting comfortably in a large lounge chair behind me.

Getting up from his seat he circled me like a panther about to pounce on it's prey. Observing me closely and basking in my terror. The room was freezing and damp, making goose bumps appear on my arms. I scan down at myself to discover that I wasn't wearing a top, no wonder it felt like winter in here. Not to mention that I was changed me out of my skinny jeans and into these black, loose fitting pajama like pants. While I was out, someone must have washed me as well because all of my body paint from the show was also gone and I could also assume my makeup too. He stood near me, playing with my hair as he watched me tremble. He placed the back of his hand on my cheek where I was previously slapped, still stinging a bit from the blow. Stroking me gently like you'd pet a bird. 

"You may call me Rem. Do you know why I took you?" I was disturbed by the calmness of his voice.

The way he spoke to me, made me think of a mother lecturing her child about why something done was wrong. Kind, patient but with a hint of stern in the mix. I didn't care if he was trying to sooth me, I was just waiting for him to tell me where Chris was. If Rem wanted any information from me he'd have to hand it over first. "I am not willing to comply to your demands." I told myself over and over in my mind. 

I avoided talking and shook my head indicating no. Doing my best not to look him in the eyes, I just kept my view to the cement ground. If I did make eye contact I could only assume I would get hit again. Picking up on this, he guided my face from under my chin to stare at him, I figured the best thing to do was not resist this but I hope he didn't expect me to talk.

"I want to see everything you got to offer me." He bluntly stated pausing for moment to watch me. 

At first I thought he meant sexually but he before I could assume anything else, he continued on.

"I want to see you suffer, to see you writhe in agony from what I'll inflict on you and soon to be frail body. I want to get you to the point where you'll beg and plead to be put out of your unbearable misery. But I won't kill you that quickly. I want you and your friend's deaths to be the slowest and most painful thing a human being could ever endure. Even if that means I'll have to revive you just to make the gruesome feelings prolonged." I could sense an odd excitement in his tone as if he was waiting for this for so long and today was the day where his dream would become a reality.

I glared into his eyes with pure disgust and hatred for him. I scoffed in a shallow and nervous tone. "You're a sick fuck!" Then looked back at the floor not wanting to see his face ever again.

Ignoring my crude comment towards him, Rem continued on in a low voice filled with vanity.

"The reason why I didn't just take one of you is simply because I will be able to have more fun doing a wide array of things to both you. Think of it as me having a variation in my activities. However there will be no sodomy involved in this. You will remain pure, for all I know and I will avoid going below the belt. I just want to hurt you, that's really all." The way he said that last part as if it was no big deal to him sent chills all throughout my body. The way he said this made it sound like it was just a  typical procedure like going to the grocery store or getting dressed. That toying with someone's life was a regular thing to this man.

"Just a few more things. I don't plan to keep you two forever. Between a week or five months is all that I really need. It just depends on how long it takes for me to be bored with you." He stopped for a moment, thinking. 

"Or until you die, whatever comes first." He grinned at the last part. I bet he thought he was so fucking funny but that just crushed ever ounce of hope I had now.

 "Don't think that you're the star either, I will alternate between you and your friend so this will not be an ongoing torture, at least physically."

He reached over to me and gripped my chin to face him. Strengthening is hold on my face, his tone became very aggressive and almost angry. "But know. To expect any kindness from me is a big mistake to make."

Hearing that part of his lecture made my stomach turn into a tight knot as I repeated those words in my head. I began to squirm trying again to escape but my efforts were proven futile. Rem stepped back away, giving me space.

"Shall we began?" said as he walked over to the dresser in the back of the brightly lit concrete room. I stared at my bare feet for a moment to notice that not far from my step was a shower drain built into the floor. "Oh Fuck!"