The Fabulous Kill Boys

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to wake up.”

A voice said at Mikey’s side and he pushed himself up to a sitting position. The girl, she was just a girl, no older than nineteen or twenty if Mikey had to guess, was sitting beside him hugging her knees, her blonde hair covering half her face.

“Where are we? And who are you?” Mikey asked her kindly, trying not to show how scared he was. He didn’t know who this girl was, but he wanted to make sure she was okay.
“I…I’m Melanie and we’re in Ray and Gerard’s basement. They… they sent me down here to check on… on you.”
“Gerard?”

Melanie laughed nervously at Mikey’s shock that his brother was involved.

“Gerard isn’t the one you have to look out for. Ray… Ray is different. He… He comes across like he’s the nice one but… he’s crazy. I… I’ve had to clean up in here after he’s tortured someone. It wasn’t pretty.”

He watched as Melanie physically shuddered and drew her knees in closer to her body.

“When Ray told me he and Gerard killed people for money the other night I thought he was joking. What about my brother? What does does he do?”

Melanie looks at Mikey with furrowed brows, pretending to be confused by his question.

“Your brother? I don’t… I don’t understand.”
“Gerard, he’s my older brother.”
“Oh… I didn’t know Gerard had a brother. He… He does most of the killing. Generally, he favours a gun, but sometimes he uses a knife. Sorry… I… I’ll stop. You don’t want to know what they’re like.”

Melanie tucked her hair behind her ear and made sure that Mikey could see the fake bruises that she created with make-up to look like fingerprints around her throat. She hid a smirk as Mikey’s eyes suddenly widened as he spotted them.

“How old are you Melanie? How long have you been here?” Mikey pressed, trying not to startle her too much as she already looked terrified.
“I… I’m twenty-two… they… they kidnapped me when I was nineteen.”
“You’ve been here for three years? Oh, sweetheart I’m so sorry.”

Mikey hugged her, pulling away when he felt her stiffen from the contact. Melanie sniffled, wiping her eyes and nose with the back of her hand.

“It’s not so… so bad. As long as I do all my chores they leave me alone. But if I… if I don’t…” Melanie shuddered leaving the sentence hanging meaningfully.

Watching on the monitor feed and rolling his eyes at Mikey’s gullibility, Ray laughed as he watched Melanie her sleeves up to show Mikey her bruised wrists from when she and Ray had been messing around with his new shackles. Mikey gasped in shock as Melanie started fake-crying again. She was a very good actress and Mikey played right into her hands.

“Idiot.” Ray said out loud to nobody, lips quirking into a smile.

Back in the basement Mikey floundered helplessly as he tried to work out how to comfort Melanie without actually touching her.

“Melanie, sweetie, listen to me, we can get out of here, but I can’t get us out on my own. Can you help me?” Mikey softly touched Melanie’s hand and she looked up at him through teary eyes, chewing on her bottom lip worriedly.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Do you know the way out of here? I can fight Ray and Gerard but you’ll have to show me where to go, can you do that?” Melanie jumped to her feet and began shaking her head, before pulling the handheld Taser out of her back pocket and brandishing it at Mikey.

Mikey scrambled to his feet, putting his hands up defensively and taking a few steps away from her, initially surprised by the response.

“I’m sorry Mikey… I… I can’t help you. They’ll kill me if I try. Now, get back, towards that wall.”

Jerking her head to the left as an indication of where she wanted him to go Melanie advanced on Mikey with the Taser. Mikey kept his hands up in a defensive position and backed up slowly until he felt his back hit the cold stone wall.

“Melanie, I understand you’re scared, but…”

“Shut up Mikey, I can’t help you! Put your hands above your head, grab onto those chains and hold still.”

Melanie held the Taser to Mikey’s throat and closed the shackles around his wrists before stepping back.

Once the shackles were closed around Mikey’s wrists, Ray stood up from his desk and headed down to the basement. Melanie had played her role perfectly, Ray had predicted that Mikey would ask her to help him escape. He passed by Gerard’s room and stuck his head in.

“You wanna come terrorise your brother with me? Melanie has him all shackled up and helpless.”

Gerard grinned wolfishly and pushed himself up off his bed.

“It’d be my genuine pleasure.”

Melanie pulled up a chair and was watching Mikey intently. He didn’t seem at all phased by the shackles, giving her the impression that this wasn’t the first time he’d been tied up.

“Can I ask you something Melanie?”
Melanie regarded him carefully and then shrugged. “I… I guess so.”
“When they kidnapped you, why didn’t the just kill you? What happened?”

Melanie took a deep breath and Mikey watched her as she licked her lips.

“It’s a bit of a long story, but it’s not like we’re going anywhere soon are we? I met Gerard at a bar, and he kept buying me drinks. I didn’t even realise that he’d drugged me until he carried me out to his car and I passed out...”

With a look of disbelief already etched on his face, Mikey listened to the story of how Melanie had met Ray and Gerard, even managing to picture it as she went into detail.

*
Slowly Melanie came to. It wasn’t immediate, but after a few seconds she became aware of three key things flooding her senses. First, and possibly most disturbing, was finding herself tied to a straight-backed heavy wooden chair, also gagged. The second was that she was chilled to the bone, her blouse and skirt clinging damply to her body. Third was the sight of Gerard standing a little bit away from her, leaning against a table holding a bucket in his hand and smiling.

“Excellent, you’re awake. I was thinking I was going to have to throw another bucket of water over you.”

Gerard slunk slowly over to Melanie, stroking her cheek and pulling the gag from her mouth, surprisingly gently.

“What the hell are you doing Gerard? Untie me and let me go. Joke’s over.”
“Afraid I can’t do that my dear, the only way you’re leaving here is in a body bag when I’m done with you.”

Melanie sighed and shook her head, pulling against the ropes around her wrists to test how tightly they were tied. Gerard enjoyed watching her struggle; smirking and trying to decide whether or not to tell her who had hired them to kill her.

“Body bag…?” Melanie stared up as if the words had only just registered. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! My ex put you up to this, didn’t he?”
“If your ex is a guy named Gabe Saporta, then yes, he did. Paid a pretty penny for your death too. Should we get started?”

Gerard walked back to the table and, after a moment’s consideration, picked up a large knife. Heading back, he displayed the blade, turning it slowly one way then the next to catch the glint in the dim light. Melanie rolled her eyes, unimpressed.

“Really Gerard? You’re going to kill me with that. How? Stab me, slit my throat, my wrists?”
“Might do all three,” he chuckled menacingly, waving the knife casually as if he were trying to decide how to make best use of it. “Haven’t really decided yet.”

Melanie merely laughed and shook her head once more.

“Shut up! This isn’t fun for me if you’re laughing.” Gerard lowered the knife, his brow creased, confused at the disdain in her actions and tone. “I’m going to kill you, doesn’t that scare you?”
“Considering I’m laughing, do you really think I’m scared? If you’re going to kill me, please just do it, Gee, you’re boring me now.”

Gerard scowled; this required a new, more direct, tactic.

Settling himself astride Melanie in her lap Gerard held the knife threateningly to her throat, tilted up and barely grazing her neck so she could feel the cool of the deadly blade. Still smiling and holding Gerard’s gaze with her own, Melanie leaned forward a fraction of an inch. As Gerard’s eyes widened, Melanie’s eyes rolled back and she allowed a small whimper to slip through her lips as droplets of blood slid slowly down her neck.

“So, what now, Gerard?” she taunted, relishing the power she knew she had over him.

Fuck! What was this? Gerard thought. This isn’t right. I gotta pull this back!

“Do you have any idea how many people I’ve killed little girl? How many people I’ve had in this exact position? All I have to do is stab you in your pretty throat with this knife and you’d be dead.”
“Well, stop talking about it and do it then! I’m not afraid of you. You’re not even a little bit scary, Gee,” she mocked scornfully. “God, I bet you’d be so submissive in bed, wouldn’t you baby? The things I’d do to you… Well, are you going to let me, Gee? Would you be a good boy and get on your knees for me?”

Melanie bit her lip seductively, she could feel that her words are getting to her captor. Just like she could feel his squirming discomfort that told her he was getting hard, purely from the way she was talking.

The knife was all but forgotten now, almost dropped to the floor beside them. Gerard swallowed hard, willing his cock to stop being so goddamn interested in what the bitch was saying, but he knew it was pointless. Melanie was right, if he hadn’t been hired to kill her, he would have bedded her by now and allowed her to do whatever she wanted to him.

“Yes…”

Gerard replied quietly, closing his eyes and dipping his head slightly to avoid Melanie’s inevitable smirk. He knew she’d won, he didn’t have to see it.

“Yes what? You’re already starting on shaky ground here, baby. Now, be a good boy and untie me. I get what I want, you get what you want. Everyone’s happy.”
“I… I can’t. I want to let you go Melanie, really, I do. But I can’t, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t think I won’t punish you for that, Gerard,” she replied sternly.
“I know,” he replied biting his lip as he slid from her lap, the bulge in his jeans indicating that the concept was not unwelcome.

Kissing Melanie softly, Gerard lifted the knife once more and pressed the tip of the knife into her throat a little harder before leaving the small room. Even he knew that it was a half-hearted attempt to save face in front of their captive, but all he could do was sigh in defeat. Why did defeat have to feel so damn good? Cleaning the knife before putting it back in its sheath, he headed back upstairs. As if one humiliation wasn’t bad enough, now he had to face Ray.

“You don’t have nearly enough blood on you to have slit her throat like we were supposed to.”
“I couldn’t do it, Ray. You’re going to have to torture her first. She isn’t scared of me. Wants me to kill her… amongst other things.”

Ray rolled his eyes – it only took one discreet glance to see what had happened. Getting to his feet, Ray removed his black, button down shirt and placed it over the back of one of the dining room chairs.

“Gee, what did I say to you before we started this one?” Ray admonished gently.
“Don’t get to know her first,” Gerard replied meekly.
“And why did I say that?” Ray sighed.
“Because I… she…” Gerard looked down. “Because I’d like her,” he almost mumbled.
“And what did Gabe tell us about her?”
“That she manipulates people,” Gerard looked up at his friend. “But it’s not like that!”
“Don’t worry about it, Gerard,” Ray nodded kindly. He got the impression that it was exactly like that. “I’ll handle it, she won’t manipulate me. Can you call the client and tell him he’s gonna owe us another $2000?”
“Sure thing, thanks, Ray,” Gerard smiled gratefully.
“Don’t sweat it Gee, I got this.”

*

Melanie raised her head as once again the door to the basement opened. She smiled with interest as a different man descended the stairs – this one she hadn’t met. Regarding him with a cool appraising stare as he approached, she weighed him up.

Quiet but confident. Good body; works out but not obsessive. Handsome, but not as obvious as Gerard. Perhaps not as confident about that aspect? Hmm, yes, I know what to do with you.

Before Ray had even reached the last step, she was smirking at him. Ray suddenly understood how she had managed to unsettle Gerard – there was something about her that was different to anyone they had ever been hired to torture and kill before.

“So,” Melanie cocked her head to one side, “the pretty boy got scared and sent his big tough friend to deal with me, hmm?”

She leaned forward as far as the ropes would allow and, tilting her head back coyly, used the damp chiffon of her blouse that clung to her breasts to good effect.

“What are you going to do with me?”

Ray halted in his tracks; Gabe was not exaggerating.

“I have a different speciality,” he replied, trying hard to feign nonchalance as he moved to the table and unrolled the large bundle of wrapped cloth he had been carrying.
“I don’t doubt that for a moment,” she teased, licking her lips slowly.

Shaking off her reply, Ray continued examining the contents now spread out on the table. Selecting a circle of steel, he nodded to himself. As he turned, he saw her sitting there with an amused expression settled comfortably on her face. She didn’t appear to be faking this at all – she seemed genuinely unphased.

“Decisive, I see,” she greeted him as he walked over. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”
“You’re not going to like me after I’ve finished with you,” he replied coldly.
“Do you practice your speeches?” she asked with a chuckle. “I’m guessing you don’t get much feedback, as a rule.”

Ray’s brow creased in a strange mixture of frustration and confusion.

“Honey,” she continued, “if you’ve scared people in the past, you’ve been damn lucky, because it’s not anything you’re actually doing.”

Ignoring the words, Ray snapped the thick metal collar firmly around her neck. She merely looked up expectantly.

“I presume this is for or does something?” she asked after a brief pause.

Ray was starting to feel sympathy for Gerard, there was no way he could have dealt with this. Even he was starting to doubt himself!

“You seem pretty keen to find out,” he snapped. “Why don’t we do just that?”
“Ooh, testy,” She grinned.

Leaning forward, Ray adjusted a small screw sitting near the lock. As he turned it slowly, small needle-sharp steel spikes began to emerge on the inside of the collar. Almost immediately all six spikes pierced her neck, drawing blood as they extended. Melanie inhaled deeply as she felt the trickles of blood begin to ooze out beneath the cold steel.

“More!” she begged, her eyes almost rolling back.

Ray pulled his hand away, surprised by the reaction; she was not supposed to be enjoying this!

“Spoilsport,” she pouted, as she opened her eyes. “What else have you got?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty head,” Ray sneered. “I have more than enough for you.”
“Promises, promises!” she smirked again, lowering her eyes to his crotch once she was sure he was watching.

Ray swallowed hard and turned, he cursed himself, a little too sharply to return to the table and hide his discomfort. Not now, not now! The voice in his mind screamed at him as he tried to think about baseball, his elderly Aunt Carina, changing the oil in his car – anything! Selecting a Spanish Tickler – a device worn on the hand with long curved claws razor sharp extending out – he turned a cruel smile towards her.

“What have you got, muscles?” Melanie called. “You got something big for me over there?”

Ray allowed the device to clatter back to the table before snatching up a bit gag and heading back over to where she was seated, still tied to the chair.

“I’ve had enough of you!”
“If you were any good at this, you wouldn’t have to gag me!” she snapped. “So just man up and shut me up by making me scream, if you can. Don’t be such a fucking coward!”

Melanie’s head jerked to the right as Ray’s hand stung her cheek. Pulling it back to face him, she ran her tip of her tongue out to the edge of her lip and licked off the blood that was beginning to trickle.

It frustrated him more than anything else. He prided himself on delivering his craft with a cold, stern and cruel approach. The horrifying pressed up against his unruffled manner was often enough to pour terror into the hearts of his victims. Yet still she smiled calmly up.

“Mmm, I was right, you do work out,” she teased. “You know if you really wanted to torture me, you should have just covered up.”

Ray scowled, and in that one expression, she knew she had assessed him accurately. Anyone, no matter how impressive, would start to doubt themselves when associating with someone as pretty as Gerard.

“I think I’ll skip the preliminaries,” he growled.
“Oh, please do, they’re not nearly as exciting as you think.”
“I’m not interested in what you find exciting.”
“Well, why don’t you run back upstairs and let the pretty one take over again? He was practically begging me!”
“You want begging? See those chains on the wall?” he yelled. “All different lengths, all on a pulley system. I’m going to hurt you! Hurt you till it’s you that’s begging for Gerard to kill you.”
“Ooh,” she pouted, allowing the word to draw out slowly. “They look,” she took in a deep sigh of pleasure, “tame.” She completed the sentence with a frosty stare.
“Tame?” Ray cried indignant at the insult. “Do you know how many…”
“Yes, yes…” she interrupted. “How many people you’ve tortured in here? Is that what you were going to say?” She shook her head. “It’s all a bit… well, child’s play, isn’t it?”

Ray’s mouth fell open at the response. The way she was staring at him, so sure of herself. So damn cocky! He had never met anyone like her before.

“Child’s play!” he gasped. “This is torture!”
“Who for?” she smirked at the fury in his eyes.

Yes, get angry, that’s right.

Her eyes brightened as he rushed towards her and pulling a small knife from a sheath at his belt, quickly cutting the ropes around her wrists and ankles before dragging her to the wall. Locking her wrists firmly in two of the manacles, he stood back, his breathing deep and fast.

“What?” she purred. “Nothing for my ankles? Don’t you want me pinned? Helpless? Seriously, do I have to do this for you?”

Ray began to boil with anger and more than a little frustration. There was no point trying to deny it, she had already spotted that growing bulge in his pants.

“Go ahead!” she pressed teasingly, as if reading his thoughts. “There’s nothing quite like angry sex, is there?” she pulled lightly on the chains. “I can’t stop you, can I?”

Rushing forward, Ray grasped the still damp blouse and ripped it open, eliciting a delighted gasp from Melanie.

“What’s your name, muscles?” she sighed in his ear.
“Ray,” he replied simply, moving in to grasp her hair and press his lips hard to her neck, moving his other hand lower, exploring her gently writhing body.
“Well, Ray,” she whispered with a hot gravelly tone. “Why don’t you fuck me into next week? Then after that, you can take these chains off and I’ll show you how this operation should be run.”

Ray moved his head back momentarily to look her in the eyes. He was intrigued, but he was too involved now to question. Moving back in to run his tongue over her breast, he murmured into her sending vibrations through her body.

“I’m probably going to regret this.”
“Ray, nobody regrets me,” she replied, tossing her head back in pleasure as Ray removed her skirt as roughly as her blouse.

*

By now Mikey’s mouth had fallen open and his eyes almost glazed.

“Naturally I had Gabe killed after Ray and I had become better acquainted, and then I joined this motley crew. We really are the best in the business at what we do. You should be honoured, Mikey.”

Melanie got to her feet and took another step towards Mikey, but turned at the sound of Ray’s voice.

“I seem to remember you couldn’t walk right for a week when I was through with you.”

Keeping back until she had finished, Ray and Gerard had come in about halfway through Melanie telling her story to Mikey, twin smirks on their faces at the look of horror on his face. Melanie grabbed Ray’s shoulders and pulled him down and kissed him hard.

“I seem to remember baby Gee paid for that too, didn’t you?”

Melanie untangled from Ray and walked over to Gerard and stroked his cheek with her thumb as he whimpered at the memory.

“You’re in this with them?! But… you… you told me…”

Melanie laughed, high and cold as she turned on Mikey, jabbing him in the stomach with the Taser and making him scream. Grabbing a handful of his hair she forced his head up.

“Oh sweetheart, you don’t now the half of it.”

Backhanding him, Melanie let Mikey’s head drop and sauntered back over to Gerard and grabbed his hair as she had Mikey; he bit his lip to keep the whimper in.

“Next door, five minutes. Got it?” she breathed over Gerard’s lips and he nodded, as much as he could with her hand in his hair. “Good boy.” With one last look over at Mikey, Gerard exited the basement, leaving Mikey alone with Melanie and Ray.

Walking over to Mikey, Ray inspected how tight the shackles were around his wrists, deciding that they needed to be tighter.

“You didn’t do these up very tight, Mel.”

Melanie interlaced her fingers on Ray’s shoulder and rested her chin atop her hands.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted to do with him so I figured leaving them loose was best. You see, Mikey, you might see yourself as a sweet little innocent, but my friend, Ray here, he doesn't like to be fucked with,” she smiled patting Mikey's cheek lightly, laughing cruelly as he pulled his head away.
“Well, that's not strictly true,” Ray chuckled, raising an appreciative laugh from Melanie.
“Ah, well, if only he had,” she grinned at Ray before turning a cold stare toward Mikey and talking almost as one might speak to an infant. “You wouldn't be in this pickle, would you, babes? No, you thought it was acceptable to lead him on then just leave. Don't you think that's rude?”

Even though Mikey himself had recently come to the same conclusion only minutes before his kidnapping, there was no way he was going to admit it now.

“I have the right to say no!” Mikey summoned all his defiance and fed it into the angry statement, pulling hard on the shackles in bitter frustration.
“Ooh,” Mel pouted, running a finger down his shirt. “Feisty! I do prefer it when they take time to break.”
“You sick bitch!” Mikey yelled. “I wo...”

Doubling over as far as the chains would allow and gasping for breath as Ray forced the Taser into his abdomen once more sending a hundred thousand volts through his already aching muscles.

“That's not the way to speak to a lady,” Ray growled, his face now close to Mikey's, his eyes narrowing as he saw Mikey about to reply. “I think he needs some additional encouragement to stay in line.”
“You know I’m far from a ‘lady’ Ray, but thank you. Now,” Melanie began, running a hand through Mikey's hair before grabbing a handful and pulling it back. “I hear you've got a little friend too and apparently, he wasn't very polite either.”

Mikey's eyes widened, his lips parting nervously.

“That's right,” Ray sneered. “The hobbit that practically drooled over Gerard!”
“Don't you dare!” Mikey gasped.
“What do you think, Ray?” Melanie's grin broadened. “It's been a while since we played doubles.”

Ray merely smirked in reply; the expression of terror on Mikey's face was delicious.

“You go have fun with Gee, Mel. It looks like we've scared this one enough for one day.” He paused, waiting for Mikey to sag slightly with relief. Looking him directly in the eyes, Ray continued: “Now it's time to hurt you.”
“Have fun, Ray!” Melanie called, waving as she headed out. “And don't do anything I wouldn't do!”

Ray gave Mikey a sly smile. “Well, that just left the field wide open! Let's get going, shall we?”

Reaching up, Ray turned the ratchet on the shackles several notches, enjoying the cry of shock and pain it pulled from the younger man as they closed tightly around his wrists.

*

After leaving Ray to play with Mikey in the basement, Melanie headed back upstairs to her room to change. The whole sweet and innocent thing worked when she was playing the victim, but it made her uncomfortable and she tried as hard as she could to only wear outfits like that when she had to. Melanie changed into her favourite black, wet-look leather corset. It zipped up at the front with lacing at the back and had purple ribbon crossing over across the zip to hide it. To complete the outfit, she paired it with the matching black, high-waisted, pleated skirt. One of Melanie’s favourite aspects about dominating Gerard was that not only was she five years younger than he was, but also about four inches shorter.

Happier now with the clothes she was wearing, Melanie headed back downstairs to Gerard in her dungeon. With the thigh high, suede boots she was wearing, her entrance was silent and Gerard hadn’t heard her come in. He was on his knees by the bed when she went in and that made her smile, however, it was time for business, not for play.

“Mr Way.”

Melanie began. Gerard’s head shot up when he was called Mr Way, he knew that that meant business. He almost drooled as he saw what Melanie was wearing, it was her favourite outfit to wear when they had sessions. The black leather of her corset contoured perfect to Melanie’s skin and clung to her in all the right places.

“I have your schedule for the day. You have 10 p.m. surveillance on client one at the Circe Club, 11.30 p.m. client termination at the agreed venue, 1 a.m. naked and on your knees in here and 3 a.m., you’re taking a call from a prospect.”
“Umm, 3 a.m.? Are you sure? That won’t give us much time?”
“Did I say I’d be done with you?” Melanie raised an eyebrow.

Gerard swallowed hard – this was going to be a difficult phone call! When the realisation dawned on Gerard’s face, Melanie smirked happily, it was fun messing with him and setting him challenges at which he was less than likely to succeed.

“Melanie?”
“Yes, Gee Baby?”

Gerard had to choose his words carefully, lying to Melanie was never a good idea so it was always best to keep it simple.

“I went to Frank & Mikey’s last night after we grabbed him. I had to appear to Frank as the concerned big brother and all that. I ended up being there all night, we were talking and had a few drinks so I didn’t get much sleep last night. I want to be prepared for tonight so I can be good for you, will you keep Ray off my back this afternoon so I can sleep for a while? Please?”

“Sure babe, if you think it’s what you need to behave yourself tonight. When you wake up I want you to tell me everything you and Frank talked about. We may need to use it as leverage later. I’m proud of you though.”

Melanie stepped closer to Gerard and guided his hands to her ass and kissed him hard, running her hands through his hair.

“Thank you, Melanie.”

“You’re welcome. Now go on, go get some rest. I’ll go talk to Ray.”

Gerard smiled, sweetly kissing Melanie’s forehead before leaving the room. Frowning slightly as she watched him leave, Melanie wasn’t entirely convinced that Gerard was telling her the truth. Neither was she sure why she doubted him. Perhaps it was years of domination helping her to sense when he was being less than truthful? She knew without doubt, however, that she would get it out of him, one way or another.

*

Just over two hours later and after a short break, Ray cracked his knuckles; if there was one thing he really appreciated, it was a blank canvas. He had watched closely on the video feed for roughly twenty minutes – just long enough to enjoy a beer and a snack. He didn’t like working on an empty stomach, but equally, feeling full or bloated was to be avoided due to the potential risk of tiredness or loss of concentration. He certainly didn’t want to accidentally kill a victim and above all, he needed to be sure that he personally enjoyed himself. It wasn’t all about the money.

Picking up a bottle of water, he headed back downstairs to the dungeon. Opening the door, he heard an audible gasp from Mikey and, despite being left blindfolded, he tried to turn his head in the direction of the sound.

Walking into the grim, stone-walled room. Along one wall various hooks and shelves housed a selection of chains, shackles, ropes, locks, knives, blades and an assortment of torture implements, some freestanding – often based on medieval equipment. Currently, Mikey was sitting, literally locked into a metal chair bolted to the floor. The front legs of the chair and the armrests were wide and deep to accommodate a series of adjustable and positionable clasps capable of fastening firmly around a man’s arms and legs. Each locked with two simple but secure snap clips for easy access, but escape from them was impossible.

“What is it, I wonder, that you’re most afraid of?” Ray began conversationally.
“What do you want?” Mikey replied nervously.
“You really want to know?”

Mikey wasn’t sure; the voice sounded so threatening. Licking his dry lips, Mikey didn’t answer, couldn’t answer even if he knew what he wanted to say. Without waiting for a reply, Ray pulled the blindfold from Mikey’s eyes. Blinking a few times in the dim light, Mikey looked up, fearful, uncertain and quiet. This was Gerard’s friend. It was the man who had rescued him from the handsy guy in the club. The man who had wanted to take him home. Was this why? Is this what he had wanted to do? Melanie had suggested otherwise, but then she had claimed to be a victim too. How could he trust a word she said?

Then, Ray saw it in his eyes – realisation dawned.

Gerard had been there only minutes ago. Gerard had been there when he was abducted. He had laughed at him as he had succumbed to the chloroform. Gerard had helped Ray kidnap him and he had been told quite categorically that they tortured and murdered for a living.

Mikey couldn’t be certain how involved Gerard was willing to be. He might not torture him and he prayed he wouldn’t kill him, but it seemed more than reasonable to assume that neither would he help him. Closing his eyes, he had never felt so helpless and alone.

Ray smiled; Mikey had almost crumbled in front of him as he remembered what had happened and the implications. It was up to him now to capitalise on that and keep him from regaining any hope.

“Normally, I get a commission from someone who pays me to do a job and I’ll do whatever I’m paid to do and I do it well. So, someone pays for two days of torture, I’ll provide two days of torture, then hand whoever it is over to your brother who finishes the job.”

Ray smirked as Mikey flinched at the words.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but it’s a job, you know? A service I’m paid for. So, when something like this opportunity comes along and I can get back to torturing just for the love of it, where there’s no time schedule, no deadlines, no contract, well, it makes it all worthwhile again.”
“You… you love this?” Mikey’s voice caught breathlessly in his throat.
“Oh, I’m not the only one,” Ray grinned broadly.
“Ge…Gerard?”
“Oh, yes, he loves his work too. He’s quite psychologically tormenting when he kills. Me? I’m more physical. I like to be able to see the pain I’m inflicting. Gerard, he likes to feel it.”
“No,” Mikey shook his head emphatically.

It was true, he had hated his brother for the issue over his boyfriend, but he refused to believe that Gerard was a murderer.

“Yes,” Ray smirked, enjoying crushing Mikey’s spirit before he had even laid a finger on him.

Mikey looked down, silent tears spilling over his cheeks, simply unable to comprehend what he was hearing.

“Do you know where he is right now?” Ray smiled, knowing he could scare the boy even more.

Mikey shook his head lightly.

“He’s at your house, playing the concerned brother, making sure your annoying little friend thinks he’s doing everything he can to track you down. If he doesn’t believe him, he’s going to kill him.”
“Frank? No… no!”

Mikey shook his head, lightly at first, but as the smirk on Ray’s face grew, it became more vigorous. His whole body shook, his fists clenching as he pulled and thrashed against the chair’s built-in restraints. Screaming in frustration, he was unable to break free and merely hurt both his wrists and ankles on the edges of the metal clasps holding him in place.

“And, of course now, I get to enjoy myself.”
“What? Because he’s out? Because he can’t stop you?” Mikey raged, still blindly refusing to believe that Gerard was a part of this.

Ray smiled cruelly before leaning in close to Mikey’s face.

“Stop me? He asked me not to start without him!” he laughed at the look of shock on Mikey’s face. “But I got bored waiting. Who knows, maybe he’ll be back soon? Perhaps he’s killed Frank already?”

Mikey looked away, desperate to believe he was still alive and well. Desperate to believe that Gerard wasn’t a murderer. He felt sick to his stomach and didn’t even notice that Ray had moved away. Looking up he now saw that Ray was standing back, a small remote control in his hand.

“No, I don’t want you to break your teeth,” he mused. “Well, not right now anyway.”

Mikey’s brow creased in confusion and he watched as Ray moved to the back of the room and retrieved something from a cabinet. Mikey couldn’t see what it was as Ray returned directly behind him. He only realised at the last moment as an oversized rubber bit gag was pulled harshly into his mouth and fastened tightly at the back. Even before Ray had returned to stand in front of Mikey, he was pressing a sequence of buttons on the remote and the younger man was shaking violently as electricity coursed through the chair into every muscle, and nerve. The bit gag, forcing his mouth open, protected his teeth but it seemed that every other part of his body was being shaken violently.

Stopping the current, Ray stared down at his victim. Mikey’s head hung low and he was breathing hard and erratically. Another sequence of buttons caused Mikey’s head to be thrown back as his body jerked in the chair. At the end of it, Mikey was gasping for breath, squirming lightly and a weak moan escaped his lips.

Ray frowned. Grabbing Mikey’s hair, he pulled his head back up and watched as the younger man’s eyes rolled in their sockets. There was something about the reaction that just didn’t seem right. Looking down, Ray’s frown deepened.

“What the hell? Do you Ways have some sort of genetic disposition for loving pain?”

Ray pushed his head back in disgust; he had to find something that would genuinely scare the boy. All he was doing was pleasing him and that would not do at all.

“Okay,” Ray snapped. “Let’s see if you like this.”

Pressing another button on the remote set another sequence in motion. This time a series of small needle-like spikes began to emerge from the chair pressing into Mikey’s arms, legs, back and buttocks. Gasping in pain, he quickly realised that as he was impaled, the more he struggled against the pain the more it hurt. Each needle probably pierced him by no more than one inch, probably less, but it was enough to cause considerable pain and discomfort. It was, he discovered, impossible to remain absolutely still and any movement intensified his agony.

“Now I have your attention!” Ray snapped angrily. “Let’s see what you make of this.”

Clamping what seemed to be two tiny vices onto Mikey’s hands so that the two sides pressed into the centre of his palm and the back of his hand, Ray began to turn the tightening screw slowly. He delighted in watching Mikey’s fingers stretch out, desperate to take the pressure off the vice closing on the delicate bones and tendons. Even more so when Mikey tried to pull away as an automatic but excruciatingly painful response as the needles tore at his skin. Alternately crying out, screwing up his face and biting his lip almost to the point of bleeding, Mikey brought a broad smile to Ray’s face.

“Maybe I’ll leave you like that for now?” Ray sneered tightening the screws a little more. “I’ll come back when you’re less resistant. Don’t forget, Mikey, I’m not on a schedule here, and I can keep you alive and in a lot of pain for a very, very long time.”

Mikey's head shot up at the sound of the dungeon door opening again and Ray turned to see Melanie poking her head around the door.

“Mind if watch, darling?” Melanie smirked as Mikey physically shuddered at the sound of her voice.
“Of course not, honey,” Ray called back, waving her in. “Come in. But I was just about to leave to wear him down for a while.”
“Well, it’s just that I’ve been following on the cameras upstairs,” she grinned, “and you’ve been getting me so damn hot just watching.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Ray greeted her with a long passionate kiss.
“Enjoying it?” she laughed. “Ray, honey, watching you, I’m having far too much fun!”
Ray smirked appreciatively. “Well, I do approve of too much fun and I’m particularly glad that it’s me that encourages it.”
“You sick fucks!” Mikey blurted, regretting it immediately.

Ray turned an angry glare towards his helpless victim.

“Oh, I think I’ve been too easy on you.”
“Ray,” Melanie began sweetly as she slipped a chunky set of knuckle dusters onto each hand, “may I?”
“Be my guest, sweetie,” Ray replied with a sweeping arm gesture toward Mikey.
“This is going to hurt me more than it’ll hurt you,” Melanie initially frowned before allowing loud mocking laughter to burst out. “No, reverse that.”

Swinging a heavy blow to Mikey’s cheek and Jaw, even the first punch drew blood, splitting his lower lip in the process and wrenching his head to the right. Additionally, the blow forced movement in the chair and each of the needles tore at him just a little more.

Mikey’s eyes screwed up in agony as blow after blow rained on him until finally, Ray stopped her by catching her arm in mid-swing.

“No,” he warned, “don’t let him go unconscious. We want him to feel this, after all.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” Melanie slipped off the knuckle dusters and wrapped her arms around Ray. “There’s something else I want to feel.”

Ray chuckled; Mikey now almost forgotten.

“We’ll have to lock the door.”
“He’s not going anywhere,” Mel replied confused at the response.
“No,” Ray laughed. “We don’t want Gee walking in on us when he gets home.”
“Oh!” Melanie laughed. “Well, he has plenty to keep himself busy here if he wants something to do!”

The pair left, leaving Mikey bleeding, aching and still impaled on the numerous needles. Lowering his head, he had no desire to move, never mind ability. Gerard, his brother, had knowingly delivered him to be tortured and very possibly intended to kill him himself. All of this alone would be enough to crush him but his overwhelming concern right now was for Frank. Gerard was with him right now. Was he killing him? Was his own brother murdering his best friend?

Notes

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