"Jay?"
Stephen was waiting in front of jays house, impatient.
Dan sends him to jay's house to make sure everything was okay with him after he ignored their calls for days and if he wouldn't have called in the next 45 minutes, Dan would probably come here by himself.
He knocked again, but nobody answered.
Stephen sighed in frustration and leaned against the wall of the house.
After another 15 minutes, he decided to go in, just to find himself in a dark hallway.
The purple-haired boy walked down the hallway, just to find an opened trapdoor in the ground, a ladder luring into the darkness beyond.
He became curious.
" Jay?", he whispered.
No answer.
After a few minutes, Stephen decided to climb down the ladder.
The ladder ended and Stephen was standing in a dark room, he could barely see his hands.
In a corner of the room, he noticed some movement and after a few more minutes, he could notice a figure, covered in a dark liquid.
"Jay? Is that you, asshole?"
The figure turned his attention to Stephen.
"What are you doing down here, motherfucker?"
I grinned.
"Just visiting an old friend, you know. Why are you down here in the dark?"
Jay moved a bit and turned the lights on.
I looked at him surprised.
The dark liquid all over jays body was blood.
His clothes were painted red from fresh blood.
I noticed the corpses on the ground and now I recognized what jay did in the darkness.
"You are so sick...."
Jay shrugged and threw another eyeball into the blender.
"It's my new hobby, idiot! You guys threw me out of your house and said to me, I should search for a hobby. I did."
He stood up and went to me, his bloody footsteps made some disgusting sounds.
I made a step back and felt the cold brick wall pressing against my back.
I was searching for my knife in my messenger bag while trying to keep eye contact.
Jay grinned more and made one more step so he was standing right in front of me.
"It's really nice that you came and visited me, but you know the rule: no witnesses."
He whispered the last words, then he stabbed my hand that was now holding my knife.
I felt the pain pulsed through my veins, I dropped my bag and the knife,  but I  didn't make a sound.
With a disturbing smile on his face, Jay turned the knife in my hand before pulling it out slowly.
"No witnesses", he whispered again.
" that's my fucking rule, you freak",  I growled full of anger and pain, pushing with my healthy hand against his chest to get some free room.
Jay didn't move at all, his grin got more insane.
His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away.
Then he grabbed my chin roughly.
"Poor little Stephen.... Isn't it ironic that you, a murderer and psychopath, will end up dead down here in my basement? You must feel so weak right now, so....helpless...."
There was a weird undertone in his voice.
"I'm not feeling that way", I lied and tried to push him away again, ignoring the pain in my bleeding hand.
Jay made an amused sound, his grip around my Chin got rougher.
He got closer, his eyes now dripping in lust.
I stared at him in growing panic as he got more and more close to me until I could feel his hot breath against my neck.
" you're so sweet and helpless", he laughed softly.
"Fuck off", I growled.
His expression changed and a few seconds later, he rammed the knife deep into my shoulder, pinning me at the wall.
I screamed in pain, hot tears were running down my cheeks.
"Not so cocky now, sweetheart?" Jay turned the knife inside my wound, watching me twitching in pain.
I couldn't defend myself at all, the pain has overwhelmed my body.
I didn't even hear myself scream after a few seconds.
Finally, Jay stopped turning the knife.
He leaned over and licked my tears off my cheeks, an evil grin on his lips.
I winced, unable to say anything.
Besides the pain, I got a weird feeling of.....pleasure?!
No, I can't enjoy this!
Not with this disgusting freak in front of me.
I looked him in his softly glowing eyes full of satisfaction.
I twitched agonized as he started pushing again the grip of the knife, a tiny moan came out of me.
Jay hesitated, looking at me in surprise.
Then he laughed, I was blushing in shame.
"You little slut", he giggled.
" S-shut up!" I gave him the angriest look of mine, but he grinned relaxed.
Slowly, he pulled out the knife.
My legs gave way under me and I fell on the ground after the knife wasn't holding me in a standing position anymore.
Jay purred quietly, got down on his knees and pulled me up in a sitting position, my back against the wall.
He lifted my chin and smiled at me with happy insane in his eyes.
I tried to turn my head away, but he squished my face with his hand.
"Cute little masochist", he giggled, then he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
" I'm not a bottom, you stupid piece of shit!"
Jay snickered.
"You should get used to it, honey."
I couldn't really move my arms, so I kicked him off me.
Jay landed on the ground.
I grinned, then stood up as fast as I could and placed my foot on jays chest.
Softly, I pushed shut.
"New rules, you little shit. You will patch me up. Then you will help me climb the fucking ladder and let me leave your fucking house, or I'll break your fucking ribs!"
Jay grinned.
"You said " fucking" very often, Stephen. Is that a hidden message? You  know, you can just ask, if you want to be fuck-"
I lifted my foot, just to crash it on jays upper body a second later.
With satisfaction, I heard a crack and jay squealing in pain.
"What did you just said?"
I crashed my foot again on jays chest, he whimpered.
I stopped.
"Now patch me up, faggot. One wrong move and I'll kick your ass."
Without him, I would never make it up the ladder, so I let him stand up.
"Sit down", Jay mumbled, holding his chest.
I sat down on a chair.
Jay came closer and began to cover my wounds with bandages.
I looked at the bloody walls, avoiding eye contact.
Jay placed a little kiss on my bandages, I gave him an angry glance.
He grinned lovely, no sign of pain in his movements anymore.
I tried to move my arms and my hands.
It hurt, but it worked.
I nodded satisfied and punched Jay in his face.
He made a step back, holding his nose.
I stood up.
Jay grinned, ignoring the blood that came out of his nose.
Then he grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me down on the ground with him.
He turned us so that he was sitting on my chest, pinning my hands on the ground next to my head.
" I'm in charge again", he giggled happily.
I couldn't resist but smile.
"Fuck you, jerk."
Jay leaned over and kissed me.
I relaxed and enjoyed the kiss.
We kissed for a long time on the bloody floor of jays murder basement and in my opinion, this kiss could have last forever...
"GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!"
Uuugh. Suck a dick, Daniel.

I hope it doesn't have that many mistakes....
And I hope you liked it!
See ya next time? :3

~Lucy 💎