Monster Among Men

The large shed looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. Weapons of all kinds were hung up on the walls with hooks and nails. Metal bats with red tints and wooden bats with nails on the ends were old and dented. Kitchen knives, meat cleavers, hammers, electric drills and so much more were hanging with dried blood staining them. There were chains attached to the metal walls and hooks were hanging from the ceiling. Blood was splattered against the walls and floors, but none of those things caught Harry's attention. What caught his attention were the two men, tied up and half naked.

Harry stared at the two tied up men in astonishment. Tears were streaming down their faces as they struggled to get free. One man was on an iron bed, leather straps kept his legs and arms tied down. The other man was chained to the wall, trying to snap the chains in pure fear, fighting to escape.

Harry felt Louis pull him further into the building, forcing him to sit down on a wooden chair in front of the two. Harry looked at the man chained to the bed whose grey eyes were creating a waterfall of tears. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Harry's left arm was cuffed to the arm of the chair and soon his right was as well.

"This is Oliver and George, I'm sure you can all guess why you're here." Harry looked up at Louis with confusion in his dull eyes, only to see the man gazing at the two tied up men with an irritated frown. "I heard that you gave the Queen drugs that knocked him out and then you both proceed to touch him. Now, you know that I don't like when you guys touch things that aren't yours. So why'd you do it?" Louis asked, going over to take the gag out of George's mouth and then did the same to Oliver. He sounded so calm, but Harry could see the true irritation and anger in his eyes.

"S-Sir, I didn't touch him—"

"Oh, George, you should know better than to lie to me." Louis walked over to the wall of weapons, skimming each toy with his fingers and examining them carefully.

"What about you Oliver? Would you like to deny it?"

"Sir, I was just trying to stop George, but I left as soon as I got him to stop!" George looked at him in disbelief and betrayal.

"Liar—"

"Oh boys, shut the hell up. You're both lying and you know that isn't a good idea." Louis angrily snipped. He picked up a large pair of bone shears, smiling at it pleased. He walked back over to George who tried to get away, but the chains kept him in place. "I have cameras in all of the hallways. So please, save your breath and focus on not passing out. It wouldn't be any fun if you did that." Harry couldn't believe what he was watching, this was something that you would never think could actually happen because it's way too fucked up.

"Louis, what are you doing—"

"Oh, I suppose that you wouldn't know this, but the punishment for lying to me is either death or having a few fingers clipped off. That's why you're here, baby," Louis explained to the frightened boy, licking his lips as he looked back at George. Harry looked up at Louis completely and utterly shocked. The look in Louis' eyes was one that he hadn't seen before and it scared him in a way that he never had been before.

"What do you mean?" Louis lifted the bone shears up to the man's neck, closing it so the blades were just barely slicing the skin on his throat and the back of his neck.

"You get to choose which one dies and which one gets their fingers taken off. It shouldn't be too hard." Louis smiled down at Harry with such wild eyes that he reminded Harry of the Joker. How is it possible that someone like that actually exists?

"W-What?" Harry began to feel nauseous, his nerves making feel like he could throw up at any second.

"You get to kill one and save one. They're of absolutely no importance to you so it shouldn't be too hard to decide." Louis tilts his head, a pondering look crossing his features. "Of course, you could always tell me to kill them both. I'd prefer that actually." Harry shakes his head as both men cry harder.

"G-George didn't even do anything! Why are you—"

"Because he was there," Louis said simply, moving the shears away from George's neck and opened them wide, slicing his left forearm. George let out a scream of pain while tears made their way to Harry's eyes. "And besides, this game only works if there are two or more people in the hot seat." Louis laughed wildly, placing the scissors down on a table beside George and skipped back over to the wall. He grabbed a baseball bat and a butcher's knife. "The longer your decision takes, the more fun I get to have with them! So please, take your time!" Louis yelled wildly, his eyes filled with excited amusement. He walked—more like skipped—over to George, setting down the knife and held the bat up in hitting position.

'This can't be fucking happening.'

Louis swung at the outside of George's knee, smirking when he hears a satisfying crack followed by a scream.

"Fucking hell—"

"No—" Harry started to scream, but Louis raised the bat and brought it down on his right elbow, another loud crack echoing along with cries of pain. "Please, stop it!" Harry cried. George didn't even do anything to him. If anything he saved him and Louis' still doing it because he thinks of it as a game?

Louis' eyes scanned over George's body, smirking when he found his next target.

Louis stood to the side of him, lining his bat up with George's nose. He pulled the bat back and hit the guy right on the nose, blood immediately rushing down his face. He grabbed a knife off the wall and began to slice random parts of the man's arms and chest, moving up to his neck—

"He didn't touch me, Louis, fucking stop it!" Louis looked over at him in slight irritation and annoyance, but then he looked over at Oliver. He smirked and put the kitchen knife down, picking up the butcher's knife instead. He began to stride over to Oliver who was trembling with fear.

"King, pleas— Ah!" Louis took the butcher's knife and began to slice his skin open. Blood gushed out like a river and Oliver's struggles only made it worse. He dug the cold metal into the screaming man's chest, dragging it all the way down to his pants. "No, no, please!" Louis pulled the man's pants down, grabbing his dick and grinning down at him.

"This is what caused you to touch him—"

"Louis, don't do it!" Harry screamed, but Louis didn't listen.

"King, please, anything els—"

"So this needs to go."

"Louis, please stop!"

"I can't, baby! Not until you choose who dies!" Louis laughed, holding the shining metal to the limp appendage.

"King, please—" Oliver's voice lift his throat as Louis began to saw at the skin slowly, thriving off of the man's screams.

"Louis! Fucking stop! Stop it! Please!" Harry screamed, trying to get out of the chair, struggling to get to Louis so he could try to stop him.

"Only you can stop this Harry—"

"Please, don't make me—"

"Either Oliver or George. It's not that hard to pick." The screams of agony from the two men were making Harry go insane. He couldn't think. "They don't matter, Harry! They're dirt under your feet, simple little worker ants at our disposal! They don't matter so just pick one!" Louis chuckled menacingly, beginning to saw fiercely.

"Please, don't let him kill me!" Oliver pleaded, tears streaming down his face as Louis cut through the final piece of skin. Louis smirked, wiggling the body part around as if it was a toy.

"Harry!" George called to him. Harry looked over with blurry eyes to see George's wet face looking back at him. "H-Harry, please, he has a family, kill me, please!" George cried. Harry only continued to sob, looking at George until Louis spoke.

"You know, I feel bad—" Louis smirked, looking down at Oliver who was in shock. Harry watched as the man walked over to a cabinet, pulling out a needle and a rusted wire. "Maybe I should reattach it." Louis then looked over at George. "Maybe I should reattach it to him—"

"Kill Oliver!" Harry screamed, all heads turning to face him. Louis looked shocked but smiled once again.

"What?" Louis asked as if he couldn't believe that's what he said.

"Harry, no—"

"I told you to fucking kill, Oliver!" Harry screamed, tears flowing down his face as he began to hyperventilate. Louis only grinned wildly.

"As you wish, my Queen." Louis grabbed the bone sheers and put them to Oliver's neck.

"Harry! Stop him! King! Kill me instead, please!" George shouted, but Harry could only look away.

"Harry, if you watch, I won't cause any further harm to Georgie over there. He'll stay completely intact." Louis said, looking at Harry with sparkling eyes. Harry looked over at George who looked like he had given up, accepting the fate of his friend.

"You have to promise t-to let George leave if he wants too." Louis and George both looked at him in shock and confusion.

"What—"

"I-It can't be easy to g-get out of a gang. I'll watch—" Harry tightened his hands into fists, "—but only if he isn't hurt anymore and you allow him to leave anytime he wants to. I don't care if it's now or ten years from now. He can leave with no problem and you'll send money to Oliver's family for what you're about to fucking do." Harry sneered. Louis looked at him with his head tilted, a curious look on his face.

"Okay, deal," Louis said, turning to Oliver who had passed out from the pain and shock. Louis rolled his eyes. "Well, since I have to kill him without hearing his screams, you're going to have to repay me if you want all of your conditions to be met." Harry bit his lip in anger, but he didn't care about what Louis would do to him. He needed those conditions to be met or he'd lose his mind even more than he is now.

"Like what?" Louis grinned.

"You don't fight me when I try to touch you or kiss you. You'll listen to me and learn to love me. If you don't hold up your end of the bargain, the deal is off." Harry closed his eyes in fear, gripping the arm of the chair until his hands turned white. But he released his grip and looked up at Louis emotionless.

"Deal." Harry bit his lip and kept his eyes glued to Louis who grinned like a maniac.

"King, please—"

"Oh George, look on the bright side, you can worm your way into his wife's heart like you've always wanted to do!" George's eyes widen, but Louis snapped the two handles of the sheers together quickly before he could get out another word.

And as Harry lost another piece of innocence and sanity, the only thing that could be heard inside that large shed was the sound of George's cries and Oliver's head dropping onto the floor.