Jeremy waited for his new playmate to wake up, getting bored of doing nothing. Luckily Jeremy had gotten shots of adrenaline to wake his newer victims up with so he wouldn't have to wait.

Jake was already shirtless. Bound to the wall, and Jeremy could already see the fear in his face from seeing Rich dead earlier.

Jeremy put the shot of adrenaline into his arm and within a few seconds his eyes were open wide. They darted around the room before landing on Jeremy, and behind him, Rich's body.

"Hiya Jake! So good to see you didn't die of heartbreak." Jeremy giggled and Jake didn't say anything. Mostly because he was too focused on his boyfriend's body to. "Aww the silent treatment, that's no fun. You wanna see me do something cool!?" Jeremy asked happily and Jake just stared at him in confusion. "Just gotta unbound your legs....there."

"The hell are you gonna do Heere?" Jake finally spoke up as he watched Jeremy pull his pants down and off, rebounding his legs.

"Would you like to hug your precious boyfriend one more time before you die Jake?" Jeremy asked and Jake stared at him with pure anger.

"Why?" Was all he uttered.

"Why what?" Jeremy asked innocently as he found his red marker and began marking on Jake's torso and legs.

"Why did you kill Rich? Why did you kill all those people!?" Jake's hands, which were also bound to the wall, were in fists.

"Because they tried to take MY Micha away from me. I have to keep him safe from people like them. My dad always told me to protect the person I love the most so I am." Jeremy giggled and Jake cocked his head.

"You really think you're protecting him by killing his friends!?"

"DUSTIN TRIED TO FUCK HIM!! EVAN AND CONNOR KEPT HIM AWAY FROM ME FOR AN HOUR!! JARED ALMOST FOUND OUT MY SECRET! AND...." Jeremy took in a deep breath and smiled softly again, "and Rich wanted to convince him I was bad. Said I was drugging him. I was hurting him. All the things I'm trying to keep him from, Rich said I was doing." Jeremy got closer to Jake and his soft smile became a twisted grin. "Do you think I'm protecting him now?"

"N-No! You're killing innocent people...okay Dustin isn't that innocent but STILL. Michael can have other friends, he doesn't just belong to you! He's not your pet! He's a human being Jeremy!" Jake felt a pain in his leg and seen a gash above his knee.

"Tsk tsk, you know, that's what I used to would've said too. But I know better now. I know how to protect my Love, unlike you. You couldn't even save Rich from me? Yeah that's it. That's how damn bad of a boyfriend you were." Jeremy began sawing into Jake's legs, knowing that this could be counted as revenge for almost screwing him over at the play.

"I was an amazing boyfriend! At least I wasn't controlling Rich every single second, basically stalking him, and telling him what and what not to do! At least I treated him right!!"

"I do treat Micha right. I'm just doing what my dad taught me to do, and it's working. Michael still loves me and ONLY me." Jeremy got one leg off, and unbound it, watching it fall to the floor.

He grabbed the needle and thread and began sewing it up.

"You're crazy Jeremy! Do you really think anybody could love a ps-psycho who kills their friends!?"

"Yes because every day Michael tells me he loves me. And when he doesn't I keep asking him if he does." Jeremy finished the skin of skin sewing and had a wonderful idea.

He took a scalpel and cut a straight line down Jake's chest. He made a bigger hold and took the flaps on the side and sewed them to skin on Jake's chest, watching small amounts of blood dribble down them.

"You're ins-sane Jeremy! He probably only tells you that because you scare him!"

"Dillinger if you say another bad thing about my precious Micha I'm gonna do something you'll hate." Jeremy's expression was dark and full of hated it seemed. He began pulling at random things in the hole, knowing not to go near his heart of lungs. He needed him alive.

"Michael will NEVER love a freak like you and I hope you realize that YOU'RE hurting HIM. You are a horrible boyfriend." Jake felt something in his mouth and froze when he saw Jeremy holding his tongue.

"Told you not to say anything. Look at it, so squishy. I'ma just put this in the bucket under your legs." Jeremy did as he said and his eyes seemed to spark. "I'll be back."

He skipped off to the cabinet and found a pair of pliers he'd wanted to use. He walked back over and seen Jake's mouth was still bleeding...perfect.

"Hey Jake, you like your smile right?" Jeremy asked and Jake tried saying "duh" but it wasn't even coherent enough to understand. So he nodded.

Jeremy used his gloved hand to open Jake's mouth and put the pliers in. He slowly grabbed on to a tooth and began wiggling it.

Jake tried yelling "stop" but Jeremy wouldn't listen.

"You're getting blood everywhere shut up!" He smacked Jake's cheek before getting back to the tooth.

He continued to move it until he had to pull it out with full force. He dropped it into the bucket and moved on to the next.

Jake's screams had calmed, and he was just trying not to sob now. He was doing a poor job at it. Blood spilled from his mouth, down his chin, and to the floor. Jeremy smiled through all of it.

"It's like I'm playing dentist." He giggled as he looked at the array of teeth in the bucket. He'd gotten majority of the bottom teeth out. "Okay Jake, time for the top row!!" He repositioned his hands and began pulling out the top teeth, blood spilling into Jake's mouth and some escaping down his throat.

Jeremy continued this process until Jake's mouth was so bloody it didn't look like a mouth.

"Aww is Jacob gonna cry because he doesn't have his pretty boy smile anymore?" Jeremy wiped away Jake's tears and chuckled. "Because he never even had the prettiest smile to begin with." Jeremy looked down at the bucket and looked at all the teeth.

They were small and covered with bloodstains. Jeremy observed them before realizing they had no use as he went back to the hole in Jake's chest.

"Oh right! Rich told me he didn't want me to hurt you. He was like," Jeremy stopped for a second to think of a way to mock Rich in front of Jake, "don't you dare touch my Jakey. Or something like that."

Jake felt more tears fall down his face as he thought of the hell Rich must have gone through with Jeremy.

Jeremy was getting tired and walked to his cabinet, finding a large knife and walking back over to Jake.

"Ya know, I wanted to keep you around, really I did... but I couldn't have you figuring out my plans. And with Michael's family leaving for fall break, well more like just his parents because he stays with me, I'm gonna have to do a lot more of this...Maybe I'll end up sparing the girls. You'd like that hmm? Since you dated all of them but Brooke?"

Jake didn't do anything, he just stared in defeat at the brunette in front of him.

"You sleepy Jake? Because I'm about to chop your head off anyways." Jeremy smiled as he held the axe back. "Any last words Jake?"

Jake tried to mumbled out something about loving Rich but it was cut short by the axe colliding with his neck and his head falling to the floor.

Jeremy dismounted the body and carried it to the furnace. He grabbed the leg, teeth, tongue, and guts and did the same.

Jeremy threw Rich's body and arms in as well, watching it all go up in flames.

He enjoyed the sight, the fire at Jake's house should've killed the both of them when it happened. Then they would have never been a problem.

Jeremy thought back to the rumors of Rich burning the house and began giggling.

"Looks like Jerm set a fire and he burned Rich and Jake." He sang as he cleaned the room and himself up.

He left as usual, taking both Rich and Jake's phones with him.

***

When he got home he didn't see Michael. He walked upstairs and found him in their bed, back turned towards the door.

Jeremy sneakily went up behind the bed and got on, cuddling into Michael.

"Hello Love." Jeremy said sweetly, kissing Michael's cheek as usual. "I'm sorry I got home later than usual, Jake was just having too much fun." Jeremy chuckled a bit as he held Michael tighter.

Jake's words about being a bad boyfriend rang in Jeremy's head and he decided to test the incorrect theory.

"Micha, sweetie, can you turn around please?" Jeremy asked and Michael rolled over to face him. "Do you think I'm a good boyfriend?" Jeremy moved his hand into Michael's dark hair and played with it.

"Y-Yes Jerm, you're a g-good boyfriend." Michael whispered, barely audible.

"You know I'm protecting you, right?" Jeremy got closer to Michael and stared him in the eyes.

"Y-Yes." Michael mumbled and Jeremy smiled.

"Do you love me?" Jeremy finally asked the question to prove Jake wrong.

Michael didn't respond. He didn't even meet Jeremy's gaze.

"Micha, Love. Do. You. Love me?" Jeremy gritted his teeth a bit and Michael nodded slowly. "Then say it. Please." Jeremy's eyes were innocent and Michael sighed.

"I...I love you J-Jeremy..." He was so quiet that even Jeremy could barely hear him.

"Good Micha. Good. I love you too." Jeremy cooed, still stroking Michael's hair. "You know you're mine right?"

"Mmhm..." Michael yawned and curled his legs up, closing his eyes softly.

Jeremy held him tightly, kissing his lips gently, enjoying the lack of resistance.

He fell asleep with Michael as usual, having wicked dreams of murder and torture, and smiling through it all.