Levi slumped back against the wall. His hands had been duct taped together behind his back. Around his neck was a sturdy metal collar chained to the wall somewhere above him. Although his legs were free, he couldn’t feel them or move them.
“So...” came Tobias’s sing-song voice, “Whaddaya think?”
“I’d say the paralytic was a success,” Levi slurred.
“God you’re drugged as fuck. I meant me!” Tobias spun gleefully, showing off his clothes: jeans, a leather jacket, and a croptop. “Don’t tell me this isn’t your thing anymore.”
Levi forced a laugh. “You look like a little slut. Reminds me of the night we met.”
Tobias brushed his thick black hair out of his eyes, and then did the same for Levi’s blond locks. He leaned in and their lips locked. Levi let Tobias give him a deep, passionate kiss. He let his senses be overwhelmed by Tobias’s taste, the feel of his lips, his wonderful scent, the way his nails dug painfully into the back of his neck.
Tobias broke away. “Fuck. That drug tastes like shit. It almost made kissing you unenjoyable.” Tobias turned to the table behind him and picked up a syringe. “Your choice this time. You want it to hurt?”
“Do it!”
Tobias carefully felt Levi’s neck. He wasn’t a doctor, but he’d done this enough to know how to find the artery. As delicately as he could, he inserted the needle and depressed the top of the syringe.
Levi inhaled sharply, and let out something that was almost a moan as he settled back down.
“I have a fun idea for the finale. Wait here a minute, will you?”
Minutes passed painfully slowly. Levi’s entire body prickled. Every minor discomfort magnified. But worst of all was the waiting. At last, Tobias returned, dragging a large cardboard box behind him.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to hide this.”
“And what if I was?”
“Then I’ll make you live to regret it.” Tobias abandoned the box and retrieved a hunting knife from the table. “But first, let’s get you out of those scrubs.” He paused for a second and after glancing at his phone for a second, hit shuffle and filled the room with blaring music. He approached Levi, and while pinning his legs down, drew the knife up Levi’s thigh, pausing at the crotch as if to taunt Levi with his powerlessness, and then ran the knife up his torso, both cutting the clothes away, and drawing blood. Levi let out a howl of pain that was barely audible over the music. As Tobias did the same for the pants and cast them aside, he watched Levi’s face untwist. He let out a deep breath and trembled. Tobias grinned and plunged the knife into his partner’s side. He turned back to the table and retrieved a power drill. Levi’s eyes filled with terror and excitement as Tobias spun up the drill. He aimed the drill at Levi’s right foot, but as he approached, Levi kicked him. First in the face, and then in the hand. The drill went clattering across the floor. Tobias smiled. He got up, and paused the music. “You didn’t tell me you were gonna fight back.”
Levi forced a smile, “I know you like it when they fight back. And besides, I’m not about to let a stupid fucking faggot like you butcher me!”
Tobias felt himself blush. “You always know just what to say.”
In the blink of an eye, Tobias restarted the music, snatched up the drill and drove it into Levi’s right leg at the ankle. Levi writhed and screamed. He tried to kick with the other leg, but no sooner had he raised it than Tobias withdrew the drill and plunged it into the other leg. Blood flew everywhere, covering both of them in glittering scarlet beads. He took a second. Levi weakly jerked and tried to move his legs. Tobias’s mouth split into a stygian grin. He raised the drill once again and drove it through his prisoner’s left kneecap. Again, and again, and again. Each new hole was accompanied by a scream loud enough to wake the dead. Once Levi’s left knee was useless, he repeated the process on the right. Each scream only made him want to do it again.
At last,Tobias dropped the drill, and retrieved his knife from Levi’s side. He stared at the blade for a second, and then dug his fingers into the newly made wound. He leaned in close enough that Levi could hear him.
“I may be a faggot, but your holes are much more fun to play with than anyone else’s.” He twisted his fingers and slid them deeper as Levi writhed and cried out in pain. “If you want me to stop fingerfucking your new hole, clean my blade!” He brought his blade to Levi’s mouth and slowly slid it inside. Levi slowly began moving his tongue, licking his own blood from his partner’s blade. All the while, Tobias gazed lovingly into his tear-filled dark brown eyes. Finally, he withdrew the knife. “Good enough, bitch!” he slammed the hilt of the knife into the side of Levi’s head. “Onto the fun part.”
Tobias dragged his finger along Levi’s torso, both tracing where he’d cut, and feeling for bone. “Ah well, good enough,” he said, inserting his knife just above Tobias’s groin. Once again, he drew the knife upward, carefully watching its depth. Levi screamed, tears ran down his face, and he was swearing as much as he ever had, but he didn’t dare move. At his chest, Tobias made two other cuts, making an enormous Y shaped incision on his partner’s body. He set the knife down next to himself and pushed his bloody hands inside Levi’s warm entrails. He grabbed a handful of something and tore it, leaving it dangling out of his stomach.
Levi coughed, and blood spattered across Tobias’s face.
“Fucking disgusting. Why’re you coughing that up!?” he bashed the hilt of the knife into Levi’s head again. “Bleeding is all you’re good for!”
Tobias stood, stripped naked, and grabbed an electric bonesaw before returning to straddle Levi. “I’m gonna put you out of your misery soon, so you’d better savor this part.” He wrapped his arms around his crying, bloody partner, and pulled him into a hug. “You’re so warm. I don’t know if this is love, but I can’t imagine love being much better.” Tobias leaned back, and pulled apart the skin of Levi’s chest, revealing his lungs and rapidly beating heart trapped behind his ribcage. “You’re lucky I have a plan for later.” He delicately ran his fingers along Levi’s ribs. “It’s the only thing stopping me from breaking those pretty little bones of yours with a hammer.” He started the saw. “You can scream all you want for this part.”
“Fuck you! Stop talking and do it!” Levi yelled.
Tobias smiled kindly and slowly began cutting through bone. The loud electric guitar and whirring of the saw completely stifled Levi’s howls of pain. As Levi lay there, he wished he could pass out, or die, but the drugs, his drugs kept that from happening.
At last, Tobias retrieved and removed the last bloody piece of Levi’s ribcage. He lifted it until it was between their faces. “Here,” he forced Levi’s mouth open and shoved the bone inside. “Bite down on this if you have to.”
Levi gave a beasial growl in response.
Tobias knew it was a risk, but he couldn’t hold himself back. “I hope this hurts.” He gently wrapped his hand around Levi’s heart. He squeezed and held it still. Levi started shaking, writhing, his breathing got faster, his growls became more frantic and then... Tobias released his grip and gently massaged the heart back into action. Levi made a sound almost like a moan of pleasure. “It’s almost time for your present, but I have one more thing for you.” Tobias picked up his knife and drew it across his tongue until he could taste fresh blood. He pulled the bone from Levi’s mouth, and leaned in, sharing one more kiss with Levi, this time with the taste of blood. Two tastes, very similar, yet different enough that they could recognize each other. Tobias reached behind Levi and removed his collar. “Time for the end. This is your last surprise, so try not to move.”
Tobias got up and opened the cardboard box he had brought up. He took up the enclosed chainsaw and revved it up.
Levi trembled. He felt the warmth of Tobias’s love, and the cold of approaching death. Everything hurt, but he knew it would be over soon. Tobias stood over him with the roaring chainsaw.
“Keep your eyes open. You’ll want to see this!” Tobias brought the chainsaw down in a fluid motion.
Levi let out a scream that died in his throat. Most of the pain stopped, and he fell to the side, hitting his head on the floor. He heard the chainsaw hit the ground. He couldn’t move, or breathe, or feel his heart. Tobias lifted him up by his hair and turned him so he could see. Levi stared in awe at the holes in his feet and legs, the gash in his side, the clumsy but effective vivisection, his mangled internal organs, fragments of his ribs strewn across the floor, and then the empty spot where his head was. He tried to smile, but his muscles failed him. His mind was becoming dark and hazy. Tobias spun him around, and their eyes met. Tobias kissed him one last time, and as he did, the darkness closed in, and all sensation and perception vanished.
Birds chirped. Levi inhaled, and smelled all the ingredients for Tobias’s tacos. He couldn’t move, but he did call out. “Toby!?” His voice was still weak.
Tobias sauntered into the bedroom, wearing only an apron. He smiled at Levi.
Levi raised one of his new arms slightly.
“Don’t bother. It’s only been a day so your muscles and everything are still weak as fuck. And don’t worry about your old body, Blaine came over this morning and cleaned up.” Tobias lay down next to his partner and rested his hand on his cheek.
Levi smiled at the warmth. “Happy anniversary. You sick fucking freak.”