07 ~ Torture room

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Simon's p.o.v.

Suddenly JJ appeared out of nowhere, a smirk plastered on his face.

He walked past Harry, closing the door on his face before he gets to say anything.

I look him with wide eyes, but my expression turns angry.

"JJ, we were in the middle of som-" I started, but got interrupted. "Do you think I care?" He laughed, not a nice laugh.. More like an evil one.

"I- No...." I mumbled and looked down, embarrassed.

I completely forgot what douchebag I'm dealing with.

"So..  You're gay, huh?" He asked, not politely so may I add.

"Why does it matter to you?" I answered with a question.

"Because it makes this all so much more better." He smirked, and pushed me against the wall.

"W-what do you mean? What are you gonna do?" I ask nervously, and try to get out of his grip.

"We're gonna have so much fun..." He says as he licks his lips.

What does he mean by 'fun'?

He can't mean that, can he?

"P-please don't, I'll-"

"Shhh!" He says as he puts his index finger on my lips.

"JJ-"

"What did I say?!" He asks angrily, and I close my mouth in fear. "That's more like it!" He says followed by a smirk, and then he ties my wrists with rope.

What is he gonna do?

As soon as I finish that thought, he drags me out of his room after unlocking it. We walk past a few rooms, and down the stairs.

We walk past the kitchen-living room, and a few more rooms.

Where is he taking me?


Suddenly he stops up in front a dark red, old looking door.

I swallow a lump in my throat, as he unlocks the door and pulls me downstairs.

Leading us into a basement.

He flips a light switch and lights up the basement-

It's not just a basement...

It has piles of dead bodies

I look away, wanting to throw up.

I hear JJ laughing like a maniac behind me. He's definitely insane-

No, he's not just insane!

I'm dealing with a psychopathic serial killer!

I feel tears form in my eyes, and I let them run down my cheeks.

Before I get to run away or do anything else, JJ pushes me down on a chair and ties me to it.

Fuck!

I try to get out of it, shaking and yelling, trying to get him to untie me-

But it doesn't work.


Instead he walks into a different room, and comes back into the room with a creepy smirk on his face.

And then walks over to me, and wordlessly slaps me.

I look at him with teary eyes, but he just continues.

Even though I tell him to stop, he doesn't.

Then he grabs his knife he grabbed from the other room, and carves something into my wrist.

I groan loudly, watching as the blood drip from my wrist and onto the cold floor.

He carved his name 'JJ', huge and clear.

I scream loudly, trying to get out of his grip and the chair I am on. But it only made things worse, as he slaps my face.

"Shut the fuck up, will you?!"

Just as I'm about to plead for him to stop, he licks up the blood on my wrist and wipes off the rest on his mouth.

"Your blood is so yummy..." He says, sounding crazy, which he definitely is.

"J-just leave me alone!" I yell, tears wetting my cheeks completely.

"Why should I?" He raises and eyebrow. "I got so much beautiful, pale skin I can cut up!"

"I can't take it...."

"I don't care if you can't! You're stuck here forever!"


"You're mine..." And with that, he knocks me out.

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