**MAJOR WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, TORTURE, BODY DISMEMBERMENT / NECROPHILIAC ACTIONS / CANNIBALISTIC ACTIONS. TAKE ALL PRECAUTIONS AS NECESSARY. PLEASE MESSAGE ME FOR A SUMMARY IF YOU NEED TO. STAY SAFE**

Josh's head was pounding when he awoke, his neck feeling raw and sore as he coughed gently, attempting to move his hands up to his throat only to stop short upon realizing he couldn't move them. His eyes flew open in panic as he lifted his head just far enough to be able to see that - not only was he naked - both of his arms and both of his legs were bound by leather straps on what appeared to be a metal slab in the middle of a brick room.

His breathing started to accelerate as he attempted to pull his hands free from their restraints, the leather beginning to rub his clammy skin raw as he attempted to call out for help. Just then, the sound of a door opening paralyzed him into silence as he attempted to shrink away from the direction of the sound as best as he could. As the figure came into view, he felt himself relax slightly, a bit of anxiousness staying settled in the middle of his chest. "Brendon, what the fuck is going on here?"

The detective looked at him with a bored expression and a raised eyebrow as he slipped on a pair of black latex gloves. "Nice to see that you're awake," he said in a voice that matched his expression. "I thought I'd pressed to hard and already killed you or caused you to be brain dead or something."

The captive man furrowed his brows in confusion before attempting to tug on his restraints again. "Very funny, Urie," he said in fear as he watched his captor walk slowly back and forth across the room to gather things that he couldn't even see. "Now let me out of here and take me to the shelter or the station or wherever you were plan--"

He cut himself off with a blood curdling scream as pain shot up his right arm and he looked down to see a small cleaver in place of where his ring finger should be. His breathing picked up substantially as he tried to fight through the pain and oncoming tears, looking up at Brendon with furrowed brows. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

Brendon shrugged in a bored manner before lifting the cleaver form where it had separated Josh's finger from his hand at the knuckle, picking up the finger and placing it on another table covered in a white, plastic sheet. "I don't normally toy with my boys before I kill them, but--" He cut himself off as he walked over to where Josh lay, brushing his brown curls from his forehead and pressing a soft kiss to the skin. "I thought I could make an exception for my favorite."

The captive man flinched away from his touch, causing his captor to yank on his curls, bringing his head harshly against the metal table he was strapped to. "I would behave if I were you, Joshua," he spoke in a low, predatory tone. "I can make this so much worse than it's already going to be; and I think you know I can."

Josh whimpered in fear, tears escaping his eyes as he nodded, giving Brendon the satisfaction he was looking for and breathing out in relief when his hair was released. "B-Brendon, please," he began to beg softly, "please let me go. I won't tell anyone about this! I'll-I'll even disappear! I promise, I-- fuck!"

This time, the cleaver came down to separate Josh's big toe from his left foot, sending a shock wave of pain all the way up his leg, stopping to settle and sting at his hipbone. His tears were now shamelessly flowing from his eyes and down the sides of his face as he looked over to Brendon, a look of despair crossing his features. "W-Why are you doing this?"

Brendon lifted the cleaver, picking up the phalanx and setting it right next to the other on the plastic sheet before looking at the cleaver and running his finger through the blood, bringing it to his lips and sucking it away gingerly. "Let me ask you a question, Joshua," he challenged back, almost no bite to his voice at all. He walked back over to him, leaning his elbows on the metal table and looking at his captive questioningly. "You know about the murders that are going around now, right?"

Josh felt his heart rate pick back up, trying to calm himself so the blood wouldn't pump so fast as he nodded at Brendon. "Y-Yes," he said shortly. "Someone is copying the Dahmer murders."

Brendon smiled widely, his perfect, white teeth showing on full display as he ran his hand through Josh's hair again. "Precisely," he said softly under his breath, smile never leaving his lips. "Tell me what you know about the Dahmer murders, Joshua."

Josh shuddered slightly, gulping audibly as he felt his right hand and left foot beginning to grow cold from the loss of blood. Apparently he was taking too long for Brendon's liking, as he felt a searing pain shoot back through his right arm which ripped another scream from his throat as he arched his back in pain. "Okay, o-okay," he started to ramble as Brendon took the new dismembered middle finger and took it to place it beside the others. "H-He lured men into his apartment, drugged them and took pictures of them before killing them," Josh continued, listing off the basic facts that he knew about the murders. "He-He would sometimes eat them, or he'd disintegrate their bodies in acid and keep their bones. Or-Or on some occasions, he'd keep their heads, or d-different dismembered body parts as trophies or relics."

Brendon pursed his lips, nodding as he accepted this answer of Josh's. He walked over to him again, placing his hand on his chest and running it across the expanse of muscle and skin. "Do you know why he did these things, Joshua?"

Josh looked to Brendon with soft, worried eyes as he shook his head and watched as Brendon leaned in and placed his lips to his ear. "Because he loved them," he whispered softly, feeling Josh's body tense under his fingertips. He pulled away slowly, looking down at Josh with soft eyes. "He did, Joshua. He loved them so much that he wanted them to be a part of him forever. They didn't reciprocate his love, though. They all wanted to leave; leave him all alone even though they knew he loved them."

He walked over to the table where a larger cleaver was sat on his work table and walked slowly back to Josh slowly, toying with the tool in his hands. "I loved William," he began softly, Josh's eyes widening with realization. "I loved Gabriel, and Alexander, and Kenneth.." He paused softly, letting out a gentle laugh as he smiled wider. "I'm pretty sure I was in love with Adam and Andrew. Oh, Joshua, if only you could've seen them; how beautiful they were."

Josh felt more tears of fear spill from his eyes as Brendon got closer to him and the smile started to fade from his face. "There was one man that I know for a fact I fell in love with," he spoke, resentment flowing through his tone as he kept his eyes away from Josh. "One that I gave everything to; my heart, my soul, my body, and my innocence had been given to him. Yet, he still left me." After speaking, his eyes shot down to Josh who shrunk away from the glare. "Left me, and took everything I had given him with him. Can you guess who that man was?"

Josh knew who he was talking about, but all of the fear settled on his chest was keeping him from speaking as he just started crying louder. Brendon wasted no time in speaking once again, voice filled with venom as he did so. "Let me refresh your memory, Joshua," he said in a low, deadly voice. "It was you."

The pain that flowed through Josh's body as Brendon's cleaver severed his left hand completely from his body was indescribable. He had been screaming so much that, now, his wailing was nearly muted as the pain settled in and he felt himself beginning to go unconscious from the pain. Brendon noticed this and rolled his eyes before walking over and grabbing a large syringe from his work table, tapping the tube before walking back over to Josh. He was almost completely unconscious as Brendon drove the needle of the syringe straight through his chest plate and directly into his heart, pushing the plunger through the barrel to release the liquid into his blood stream.

After a few moments, Joshua was gasping back to consciousness, fully alert and awake as he turned to look at Brendon. He paused for a moment, looking to the removed parts of his body in confusion. "Why am I still conscious," he asked accusingly. "And why the hell don't I hurt as much?"

"Adrenaline," Brendon answered without missing a beat. "Now, answer a question for me." Brendon pressed the flat side of the cleaver on Josh's arm, right next to where his hand was missing and applied pressure, watching blood spill out and hearing Josh attempt to scream again. "Why did you leave," he sneered out violently, not even trying to keep his composure anymore. "I gave you absolutely everything, loved you more than anyone in the world, why!?"

"Because  I didn't love you!" Josh's words stunned silence into the whole room, the only sounds being the buzzing of the light and the sound of his ragged breathing as he and Brendon held eye contact. Josh gulped once more, shaking his head as he kept his eyes glued to his captor's. "I only told you I did because I needed somewhere to live," he continued, his voice coming out quiet and scared. "You were a good fuck, you got us drugs from the station lock-up, and you let me live here. That's all that mattered to me."

Brendon felt his heart shatter at Josh's confession, but it didn't surprise him. He moved away slightly, nodding his head as he played with the cleaver in his hands for a few silent moments. Finally, he let all of the rage and hurt consume him as he reared back, his hand tightened on the handle of the cleaver as he sunk the blade through Joshua's neck, completely severing his head from his body.

He let his breath even out before placing the cleaver onto the metal table next to Joshua's - now deceased - body, and sunk to the floor. He looked at the blood covering his gloves and clothes and began laughing to himself softly, running his hands over his face. His laughing escalated as he felt the blood coat his skin, making him feel like he was bathing in the substance. Soon, however, his laughs slowly turned into sobs and he rested his face in his hands as he sobbed loudly into the silence of his basement.

He raised himself from the floor, moving to Josh's body in a haste, taking his dismembered head into his hands and looking at it in desperation. "Joshua," he said in a broken sob, "Joshua, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

He pulled the head close against his chest, pressing kisses to the top as he pat down his hair gently. He sniffled quietly, nodding to himself as he continued to card his fingers through the dark, lifeless curls. "I'll take care of you, Joshua," he whispered softly and defiantly. "I'll take care of you."

// a/n:

sometimes i go back and have a hard time believing i wrote this. what kind of fucked up mental state was i in???