A Torture Party

Bzzzt, Bzzzt

"Mrrrrmmph"

"Hmmmrrph?", Leo was bewildered. He couldn't see, his mouth was gagged, his arms and feet were bound, he was restricted and he didn't know why. And that question remained in his head.

'Why?', he thought to himself.

'Who the fuck does this to a victim of staircase incident? No get the nonsense out of your head', he shook his head as a result.

'Someone's abducted me, probably because of my father', he started thinking rationally, almost as if he'd been in such a situation before.

Suddenly his blindfold was lifted off, and his eyes that knew only of darkness were dazed and blinded when exposed to the light. He started blinking his eyes, getting used to said light. 

He was in a basement. No, a shed. One of such, either way it was dimly lit, with only a single ceiling light providing for it. There were tools everywhere to the side, and balls, as well as placement mats and…

'Wait, am I in the school's gym equipment locker?', he was beyond confused.

He was positioned dead center of the equipment locker, directly under the only light source in the room. His arms and legs bound by rope, as he sat on, tied to, a typical school folding chair.

Silas tilted his head, he was off to the side of Leo's peripheral vision amidst the shadows, studying Leo's puzzled expression. An amused smile crept on his face, but he noticed quickly changing it back to his usual ambivalent expression.

"You woke up faster than the others", he spoke up, stepping into his field of vision.

Beside Leo was Corey and Jacob, to his left and right respectively. 

"Mrphaph?" Leo tried to speak again, but only his muffled voice came out.

"No, it's Silas…. But. Don't speak. Good toys don't speak, remember?"

"Mrphrmrhr MRPRHRRRRR?!", Leo responded rebelliously, or inquisitively?

Silas couldn't tell. As such he titled his head slightly to the right, an action he had since become accustomed to when circulating through the turmoil in his head.

"I don't know what you're saying", he shook his head.

"I don't need to. But what you need to know is that everyone from campus is gone… We're alone here… Relatively speaking", he spoke the last part while glancing at the two others sleeping peacefully.

"...", Leo only glared back into Silas's oddly hollow, yet dark crazed eyes as a result.

Which caused Silas to recoil, taking a step backwards. But his intent was unclear as he swayed his head to the other side.

"I-I didn't kill them. The staff, if that's what you're thinking. Though I did have a close call with the principal. Walked right by him with you on my back. Thought he'd notice, that everything would go down in ruin. But no. In that instance you were finally treated as what you are. A worthless nobody. King of the school? No. Just a no good teenager that hurt himself in all the hype. So he remained absorbed in his own little world, as he usually is….."

"Mrrphmmrppph"

Ssk

"Stop", he cut Leo's cheek, opening it up, blood pouring out.

"MRPHHHHHHH"

'That went a little deep', Silas thought to himself.

"I did say good toys don't speak. Though I let you before. Maybe that's my fault, I'm new to thi… No I guess I'm not huh?", he proceeded to zone out.

"...", Leo stared warily at Silas, countless thoughts racing through his head.

This man must be demented. How did he not know his discarded toy was this broken? Moreover he had left him alone for the year, why was he acting up just now?

"You know", Silas started talking again after some pause.

"I thought I'd be angrier. At you that is. To feel something more than just… This, in this final moment. I mean. I woke up today in that shitty apartment, boiling with… With so much hate. And when you put your fucking hammer in my face, I almost jumped you right then and there. But now I find myself feeling…"

"...."

Silas let his words trail on, pondering some more. Then turned his back to Leo, and started rummaging in the ball bag, continuing to speak.

"I feel… I don't know what I feel. Maybe I feel nothing"

"...."

"I don't know", he confessed, sighing as he lifted up the faceless head of Dillan.

A head he had stored in the now bloody ball bag.

"But after this I… Finally stopped feeling"

Leo was alarmed to be sure, but it didn't register to him that the deformed head he was holding could be Dillan. Silas had forgotten to even reveal who it belonged to. And the head was even too gruesome to really be considered real.

Silas was oh so obviously trying to scare him with some prop. But the smell was disgusting, and made him almost vomit on his gag.

'Maybe', he got sidetracked, 'maybe if I vomit, I could get this stupid fucking gag off'.

And so he tried to gag, which made him choke. But Silas paid it no heed and put the head down.

"I know, it reeks, you get used to it. Kinda smells like dumpster juice mixed with fermented rats. Kind of sad that our bodies can produce such a stench. Would make this a lot easier had it been a little more pleasant. Alas I've talked too much. I used to do that, you know? I enjoyed talking. I did stop, the troubled loner that I was… Still am, I guess", he self reflected.

"But I didn't realize how much I loved to speak, to be heard. Until… But… I don't have anyone who can listen anymore. Sister disappeared, abducted on the job. Dad's left to god knows where… And my mum…", Silas's voice cracked, "I…"

"..."

Silas suddenly cocked his head to the side, staring deeply into Leo's eyes. His own having no reflection. His voice, going flat.

"I mean. Strangely, that's all… That all winds its way back to you. You or your father that is"

"Mrrmphhhh Mrrrrrmphhhhh"

Silas nodded his head, "you're doing it again…. You know. You don't know. I don't, but. When I killed Dillan, bashed his brains out as you can see. I felt a lot better, than I did thinking back on my life. So…", he drew a breath of air.

"I think that's what I'll do now"

"Mrphhhhhh!!", Leo started acting up, tossing and turning in the belief that this moment would soon be his last.

Silas nodded again, "good talk".

Putting his knife to Coreys throat, he slit it like a pig, blood spraying on Silas's clothes and Leo's face. Corey's eyes lit up awake and shrieked, fumbling about, while slowly the mouth gag, a simple cloth tied around a tennis ball became redder like a cherry popping inside of his mouth. Small amounts of liquid still managed to bypass the gag and dribble down his cheek.

Leo watched on in horror, silent and dumbstruck, as Corey, with the weight of his fumbling around, managed to knock his chair over. Yet his attention fell on top of his bindings as Corey continued to wiggle, loosening them.

He continued to spasm, albeit only occasionally. His squealing having finally died down. But the brownish wet stain in his trousers slowly marked his demise, as his body lost control of his organs, his bowels.

After watching Corey finally stop spasming, Silas nodded and confirmed.

"See", he opened his arms as if to be judged, looking directly at Leo.

"I feel better already", but his face remained unchanged, contrasting his words.

He continued, as if to mock him, "like the weight of responsibility has been lifted. The fate of my plausibility unraveled. This was the way, it had to have been".

He took a step closer to Leo, as he struggled to move out of the chair, constantly jolting his arms around to get them loose from the bindings to the hand rest.

Silas hovered his knife over Leo's stomach

"Count to three, and then a little more. It won't be over then, though you'll wish it be"

Leo did not take his advice to heart and continued wiggling and shaking the chair, as if getting knocked to the ground like Corey did would give him more time to live.

"Hmrrph?", alas a new confused voice appeared.

"Oh"

"Hrmphhh?!?"

"It seems your friend woke up. Just in time"

Silas undid the gag from Jacobs mouth.

"Hi Jacob, remember me?" 

"W-What? What the fuck!?"

"Yes, I know. I speak now"

"It fucking stinks in here", Jacob swayed his head, still adjusting his eyes to the light, trying to move his arms but finding them bound.

Silas nodded his head in confirmation, "that would be the shit and piss of your friend. It reeks, yes, but I still haven't gotten dead person out of my nostrils yet. Now say ahh".

Jacob was dumbfounded, but opened his mouth to speak anyway, "Let me out o…".

A knife was placed in Jacobs mouth, much to his surprise, to the point he didn't finish his sentence.

"You know this too don't you? Good toys don't speak, they're only to be used. I believe it was you who enforced that punishment. Leo just made it up"

"Argh.. Argh", he tried to speak up but the blade made any attempt painful to do so.

"Oh, you're saying it now?", Silas grabbed Jacobs tongue. Then used the knife in his throat to cut it off at the back.

"Arghghhhhhh", Jacob screamed, followed shortly by the gurgling of his blood.

His blood curdling screams rang out incessantly, or was that his blood clotting? One of which. Though either didn't matter to Silas.

"I was going to do this to you, you know?", he turned his head to stare with his soulless eyes, but Leo was too busy in an attempt to wriggle from his restraints to care.

'I.. Might actually be able to get out of these', he thought to himself, as he felt the resistance of the ropes wear down.

"Change of plans", he tilted his head further to the right, "I guess?".

Without further ado, he added to the pain that Jacob was feeling, plunging his knife into the stomach and gutting him. All manner of intestines and blood came leaking out, as Jacob lost control of his bladder and fluids due to the invading object that prodded his insides.

He kept gurgling and writhing in pain, but after the last deed committed by Silas, he had ignored him like the dead man he would soon be. Instead, focusing his full attention on Leo, clutching both of his wiggling arms, stopping him from continuing much to Leo's disappointment.

"With the dead, and soon to be dead weight out of the way…", he paused, opening the clasp of his hand, revealing Leo's restraints. He stared at it for a while before meeting his eyes again.

"I'm not… That dumb, you know?"

"..."

"I can see what you're doing. You're not getting out of here"

"..."

"Yeah. You're not"

"..."

A grimly smile emerged on his face, his eyes finally gaining some form of clarity, as if emerging from the void.

"It's your turn now"

He hovered his knife over his left wrist.

"You liked the hands-on experience didn't you? Time for hands off"

He cut down, blood squirting out as he cut through multiple veins, stopping only at the bone, his knife too weak to cut through.

"MRPHHHHHHMRRRRRRRPPPHHHH"

Blood squirted directly onto his face, even into his eyes, making Silas recoil back, and swiping away at the blood with a paradoxical laugh.

"MRRRRPHHHHHH!", Leo's cries never died down.

Neither did his struggles against his restraints. Not until he finally broke free. And he did, as the rope binding his arms tore loose, he expertly untangled it from him within seconds, and grabbed hold the arm of the chair with his one good arm. With one big push, he leapt up, stumbling out of his leg restraints and falling forward on top of Silas.

"Oh", Silas exclaimed, casually stabbing him in the chest on his descent, Leo's wide muscular body landing on top of him.

"Maaaaaaaaaarrrph", Leo swiftly pistoned himself up with his elbow, ignoring the pain with a loud roar. The rest a blur as he dashed into the door elbowing it and smashing it open with a loud thud, the gag already removed from his mouth as he shouted.

"FUCKER! I'LL HAVE Y-"

He tripped shortly after, falling down on his chin and biting his tongue. He screamed once more internally, but scrambled his way up, before sprinting for the nearest door out of the gymnasium. He left a trail of blood in his wake that continued to leak from his wrist and chest.

Meanwhile Silas lay there for a second, ignoring the cuss thrown at him. His mouth started to twitch, and he pondered how he had cleaned up his traces up till then. He kind of figured nothing would go according to plan when he originally hatched the idea. And he did go overboard a bit. But surprisingly everything had gone swimmingly, up til the last part.

'It was my own arrogance', he thought to himself.

'I should have ended it. But there was so much more I wanted him to experience…'

'Well, I've already resigned myself to this fate'

He leaned back and hopped up. Tilting his head to ponder if it was too late to do anything, but his mouth continued to twitch, until he realized he had another creepy smile slowly form. He wasn't calm, not at all. His heart started thumping louder than when he had vanquished Dillan. 

'I'll just have to bring him back', he thought as he walked out the door, his hand holding a firm grip on the knife that dripped blood everywhere.

"I'm comm~MMING LEEEOOOO"