The weekend went by smoothly, since Jeremy planned on getting his next two victims after a few weeks. Once his torture chamber was ready.

He decided to get to know them over the week, gain their trust, allowing Michael to sit by them at lunch. There were three others at their table, two girls who were obviously dating, and a weird kid who made offensive jokes the entire time.

Jeremy paid them no mind. He just focused on Evan and Connor. It was easy to figure out their personalities when looking at them. But some things you had to talk to them to get.

Like if you were to take a glance at Evan without knowing him, you could see fear and worry in his face. What you wouldn't know is he had social anxiety.

Or Connor. You could tell he probably didn't get out much, stayed in his room. But you'd never imagine him going on countless dates to an orchard with Evan.

Jeremy acted kindly to the two, treating them with nothing but respect. He'd completely fooled everybody at their table...it seemed anyways.

Michael was happy his boyfriend and new friends got along well, eventually, Jeremy was able to convince them to meet the Squip Squad.

He observed every bit of them in the few weeks he got to know them. Noticing how both of them would have to calm each other down from time to time.

From this he could see killing them would be entertaining. And after those few weeks were up, he decided to ask them to meet up with him. Not telling him the building was abandoned, but telling them to go there.

He lied, telling them not to bring a car because cars get robbed a lot down there and they bought it.

Jeremy seen them walking hand in hand towards the house and he waved excitedly.

"The hell? This place abandoned?" Connor asked, eyeing the place in suspicion.

"Oh I'm fixing it up, making it a lot homier. In case somebody decided to live here. Which I mean I wouldn't recommend but people are weird." Jeremy shrugged to himself gently, implying no real stance.

"T-That's umm... n-nice." Evan mumbled and Jeremy asked them inside and when they got in he locked the door.

"Why the fuck is it so dark in here?" Connor grew impatient at Jeremy's game before he felt something hit him in the back of the head and he passed out.

"C-Connor!? C-Con? Jeremy s-something hurt C-Connor we need to leave." Evan had tears in his eyes as he shook the taller male and looked around for Jeremy.

"You won't be leaving any time soon Hansen." With that, Evan felt himself pass out.

Jeremy dragged them downstairs, taking their shirts off so killing them would be easier.

He used the metal clasps to hold their bodies in place on the wall, hoping they'd wake up soon.

He was back in his bloody clothes from before, glad the blood wasn't wet anymore.

Evan woke up first. That meant if Jeremy could torture him enough, he could probably wake up Connor.

"J-Jeremy! W-What happened? W-Why am I t-tied up? Where's C-Connor?" Evan's breathing was already speeding up. Perfect, Jeremy thought as he walked over to Evan, flashing the same innocent smile he'd feigned for weeks. "J-Jeremy?"

"Relax Evan. I'm only doing this for Micha." Jeremy whispered and Evan cocked his head. "You don't realize what you did yet?"

"D-Did I do s-something wrong? D-Do you n-not wanna be friends?"

"Yes, and no. You made my Micha late coming back to me. He's mine okay. So I want both of you out of the way so he stays mine. Okay?" Jeremy patted Evan's head with a smile on his face, the contact making Evan flinch.

"D-Do you think we..umm...want h-him. Because we d-don't. I'm d-dating Connor anywa-ways." Evan was trying his best to defend himself from Jeremy's words, praying he didn't do any harm.

Hoping Connor would wake up.

"I don't care about that. You just interrupted my time with him. You know how hard it is for me to not see him? Insane. Being here right now hurts because I'm not seeing him, but this has to be done." Jeremy walked over to his cabinet and grabbed a scalpel. "Just to break the skin. I promise I'll take it easy on you since you're my friend."

Jeremy began cutting from Evan's chest down to the top of his stomach. Evan whimpered quietly, only slightly squeaking when Jeremy had to force the scalpel down.

When finished, Jeremy sat the scalpel down and smiled.

"Told you it would be easy. See, that was easy! Don't you think so?" He tapped Evan's cheek playfully, and the shorter male didn't say anything. "Answer me Hansen."

"I...I guess...It h-hurt though." Evan mumbled and Jeremy smiled at getting a response.

"Ya know," Jeremy began playing with Evan's cheeks, squishing then and pulling them, "you should smile more. Like, honestly you always look so sad. How about I help you with that?" Jeremy asked and Evan began shaking when Jeremy walked towards the cabinet and found something inside of a bag.

He brought the bag over and got really close to Evan's skin, staring at the color before quickly reaching into the bag and pulling out a spool of thread in a color almost identical, but a bit darker. About the shade of Evan's lips.

"I've got every skin tone imaginable, plus fun colors if you want something different." Jeremy found the needle and began the meticulous process of trying to run the thread through the eye. "Gimme a bit this is hard."

Evan heard something and turned to see Connor shaking his head a bit. Evan  shook his feet a bit and kicked the floor softly. Connor noticed and turned to see him.

"Help me." Evan mouthed and Connor looked down to see the gaping hole in his boyfriend's chest. He nodded and then realized he could do anything. His body was binded to the wall, just as Evan's was.

"Aaaaand DONE! Okay Ev get ready to smi- Oh look who decided to join us. Hi Connor, I was just about to help Evan here finally smile for once." Jeremy said with a grin and Connor shot him a bird. "Now now, not in front of our pure, innocent Evan. You wouldn't do that? Oh wait yes you would."

"The hell Heere? He hears me swear all the time, knows it's a habit. Also why the hell are we tied up, and why does Evan have a damn hold in his torso?" Connor snapped at Jeremy, who laughed a bit.

"Yeah but I mean, you're the same person who took my Micha away for a night. I was worried sick about why he was home late. So now that I know who kept him from me, I'm getting rid of them. Which means killing both. Of. You." Jeremy's face grew dark as he walked over to Evan with the needle in his hand.

"Lay a hand on him and you're dead meat Heere!" Connor yelled and Jeremy's smile grew even more wicked as he shoved the needle into Evan's skin, getting a loud yell from the boy.

"Relax Evan, I'm just gonna make you smile. I'm only protecting my love." Jeremy cooed and Evan watched as blood dripped from the holes Jeremy was making to his chin and on to the floor.

"Jeremy you better stop this shit now and let Evan go. I swear I'll kill you once I get untied." Connor's rage was fueled every time Jeremy hurt Evan. Which was a lot.

"How you gonna do that Connie? You're tied to a wall. By metal. And I know you don't work out so you're too weak to escape." Jeremy pulled another string through Evan's one soft skin violently as he finished his sentence.

This went on and on, Jeremy sewing Evan's mouth into a horrifying stitched smile, and Connor cursing St him every time Evan cried.

When Jeremy was done he marvelled at what he'd done. But looked again and thought something was...off.

"Ya know, I wanna try something from a movie, luckily for me a have a bag if unused arts and crafts shit with me." Jeremy sat the needle and thread on a table and headed back to the cabinet.

He found a shopping bag of many many things. He brought it over and sat it down on the table.

"Of course, I can't try it unless your eye is gone. Which I've never removed an eye so this should be...interesting." Jeremy giggled as he found a scooper and picked his scalpel back up. "Now now Evan don't cry. You'll be free of this hellhole soon anyways." Jeremy smiled calmly, as if this was normal.

Connor watched in horror as Jeremy violently dug the scooper behind Evan's eye and began ripping it out. He heard the pulling skin and nerves and heard Evan's screams of fear.

He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see his boyfriend in pain. It didn't help. He still felt the pain hurting him as well.

A few minutes later there was a small splash on the ground.

"Eww, never going to do that again." Jeremy mumbled as he looked as the eye on the floor. He picked it up with his gloved hands and had an ingenious idea.

He walked over to Connor and forced his eyes open.

"I heard you say you always loved Evan's blue eyes. Well you can hold on to this one if you'd like." Jeremy sat it in Connor's pocket, watching the blood seep into the pants.

"I need to get something to clean that up, I'll be back, give you some alone time." Jeremy bounced away and Connor shot a glance at Evan.

Half of his freckle covered face was covered in blood, most pouring out of his eye socket, loose skin surrounding the hole. His optic nerves were visible, and they were dangling on his cheek.

His mouth was forced into a sickening smile, blood dripping down from each hole and staining his jaw. Worse of all, his other eye was filled with tears, the blue color getting duller every second.

"Evan I'm so damn sorry. I should be able to protect you but you...well you know..." Connor mumbled and Evan spoke up, to the best of his ability.

"Y-You know...Jared t-told me Jeremy was o-off...he umm...he said h-he was a little t-too controlling of Michael, overprotecti-tive. He was r-right. I think Jeremy k-killed...umm...D-Dustin Kropp...I believe that's who...b-because he went missing earlier t-this year." Evan whispered, his voice going out from all the screaming.

"For once Kleinman was right. Should've listened to him...both of us wouldn't be here if it weren't for him." Connor couldn't keep looking at Evan, he was in too much pain to.

Jeremy came back in and he looked even more twisted than before.

"Ya know, I don't think I'ma do what I planned on. I've made Evan suffer enough don't you think?" Jeremy walked over to Connor and ran a finger down his pale cheek.

"You hurt him again-"

"Shhh... It'll be over soon. Then it'll just be me and you." Jeremy found one of his favorite weapons in which he'd ordered and brought it to the boys.

"Evan if you wish to die now and stop hurting, just tell me." Jeremy's calm voice and smile were haunting, but soothing. He seemed as if he were helping somebody overcome grief or something. Even though he was a psychopath. "Well?"

"J-Just kill me already...b-but please.. D-Don't hurt C-Connie...I love him...you w-wouldn't w-want Michael to die...would you?" Evan was silenced as soon as he said those words.

"NEVER MENTION THE THOUGHT OF MY PRECIOUS MICHAEL DYING!!" He yelled and Evan's head rolled around on the floor, cut off by the chainsaw in Jeremy's hands.

Connor felt himself cry and looked back at Jeremy in pure anger.

"You sick, twisted bitch. Michael doesn't deserve you. You're nothing but a fucked up psycho...and if Michael knew what you were doing... he'd hate you. He would never love you. I hope you realize when he finds out, how pissed he'll be." Connor said in a harsh tone, and Jeremy's neck quickly snapped around and he decapitated Connor in the blink of an eye.

He looked at the two heads and grabbed them by the hair.

"Michael will always love me. And if he won't... I'll make him love me." Jeremy's voice was deadpan, intimidating, horrifying. He began laughing as he went to the furnace and threw the heads in. He cranked it up and went back to get the bodies.

He was sad he didn't get to torture Connor...but he still got rid of him.

He cleaned up as he had done before, changing back into his casual clothes and making sure nothing was out of place.

He smiled at his work. Michael was safe and was still Jeremy's.

And it would stay that way for the next week.