WRONG (BL)

Chapter One // Question

Caleb felt like laughing at the pitiful expression on the filthy old man's face. The man was strapped to a metal chair in the centre of the room that gave off a metallic stench of blood that Caleb had long been used to.

Caleb held the smirk on his face as he got his tools. For now, a knife would do. Caleb turned to the man and without a warning, dug the knife into the man's shoulder muscles rewarding him with the satisfying screams emitting from the frightened man.

"You do know why you're here;' Caleb said in a sultry voice, "Mr. Ross." The old man gasped for breath and started shaking. "I-i thought I h-had payed the f-fees:' Mr. Ross gasped out, "M-mr. Hatcher." Caleb smiled evilly and leaned in. "You must not remember the favours me and my men have done for your filthy ass, sir, and I'm pretty sure I told you to compensate for them a week ago."

Mr. Ross's eyes widened and started shaking even harder. Caleb couldn't keep his giggles in anymore and laughed loudly making Mr. Ross flinch. When Caleb finished and faced Mr. Ross, his eyes were terrifyingly cold compared to the fake smile lingering on his face.

"How pathetic," Caleb said in his deep voice. "But I've always liked giving people chances. And as you know I never break my promises. So, if you answer my question correctly, I will let you off and you won't be required to pay me back."

Mr. Ross's eyes visibly brightened up and Caleb had to hide his laughs in or it would spoil the fun. He knew Mr. Ross was smart and Mr. Ross knew it himself too. But this was no average question to begin with.

"Why do I like to torture you lowly pieces of filth so much?"

Mr. Ross's face dropped hearing the question. It wasn't questioning his intelligence but rather how this psychopath in front of him would think. Caleb was a mysterious person to everyone and Caleb used that to his advantage. Because of this, his victims always overthought what the reason Caleb tortured could be.

As Mr. Ross thought, sweat dripped down his forehead with no signs of stopping. Of course, he thought, crazy people like him must go through trauma most likely during childhood to become a psychopath. I remember studying this. I'm much smarter than this little boy in front of me.

As if Caleb could read his thoughts his smirk widened. "From childhood trauma; Mr. Ross said with growing confidence, overlooking the fraction of shock on Caleb's face that was gone in a second, back to his smirking expression.

"Wrong--," Caleb said in a singsong voice his eyes growing big with excitement at he looked at the terrified expression on the man's face. "Bye-bye Mr. Ross," Caleb said in a jeering tone and proceeded to rip his eyes then tongue out and finally slicing through his neck slowly.

Although it may seem like Caleb just asks a question that Caleb could always change the answer to if the victim got it right, that was wrong. Caleb did have his own answer for that question and promised himself not to change it and to let the victim that answered it go free. However, it was the stupid fucks that overthought his question and had been answering wrong since the first victim Caleb had asked the question to. Thank his mysterious reputation.

Time for my next victim.