Let me take care of you

Horror's of after school (PT.3)

"F-fun? This is fun to you guys? HOW COULD THIS BE FUN, I JUST WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE. I NEVER FUCKING BOTHERED YOU!" Charlie shouted at the boys, tears streaming down his face. He yelled and shouted at them, struggling in his chair, but was swiftly cut of as one of the boys kicked the back of his chair, sending him flying. He flipped over and landed on the ground, grunting in pain as he had both his weight and the weight of the chair land on him.

Ben chuckled,
"How DARE you speak to us like that, you do know we have the power here right?" He said, lifting him up slightly and propping the chair back up. He grabbed Charlie by the chin, pulling himself towards Charlie, there faces inches apart,
"We can do whatever we want to you, we could even kill you if we wanted to." Ben said cruelly, joy in his voice. Charlie froze, he stopped speaking, shouting, moving, bearly breathing. Harry looked at the other two boys in an uncomfortable way, Ben had basically planned all of this, and Harry was starting to regret going along with it.

Ben looked up and stared at Harry,
"Come here, pass me the knife Harry, you boys know what to do." The boys grinned nervously, Harry hesitantly grabbed a small but sharp pen knife, handing it to Ben. Before Ben moved away though Harry quickly grabbed him by the wrist,
"Don't, actually kill him, okay? We need to scare him enough to not let him tell anyone, not hurt him so much he's on his death bed." Harry said, eyeing Ben. Ben rolled his eyes and nodded,
"Relax, I've got this planned out don't worry. We've talked about this." He grinned menacingly at Harry, Harry backed away, nodding and putting back on his sinister smile. He sat back with the other boys and watched the fun begin, well, he thought it would be fun. Let's hope he saw it just as happily as he did when it was laid out on paper in front of him.

Ben stared back at Charlie,
"Ready?" He asked, approaching the boy, who was now looser on the chair, making his body parts more movable. Charlie attempted to get out of the chair, but shouted in pain. The roped seem to have been embedded with needles, that's what the boys were doing. He felt them dig into his wrists and ankles, making him tear up slightly. Ben rolled his eyes once more,
"I'll take that as a yes then?"

He crouch down to Charlie, waving the small knife Infront of him. Charlie's wide teary eyes followed the knife,
"Please, don't." Charlie pleaded, this made Ben laugh even harder,
"Well we're already here aren't we? So might as well get something out of it." He lifted the knife up and sliced down at Charlie's shoulder, Charlie screamed out in pain, pleading for help. Ben cut through Charlie's uniform, and the white shirt stained red quickly as he sliced down slowly, ripping more material and ripping through his skin, not so hard he hit bone, enough to make him bleed quite alot though.

Charlie cried out, his body shook and tried to move away from Ben, but the boys jumped up and along with Ben they held him down well. Ben moved all the way down to the elbow, and then moving to his other shoulder, copying what he did on the other arm. Charlie couldn't do anything, he shouted, cried and screamed for help, but it's not like anyone was going to arrive to his aid.

Ben looked straight into Charlie's eyes,
"Aw come on, it can't hurt that bad." He used his thumb to push open the incision, pushing his thumb into the cut, blood dripping down his hand. Charlie screeched, he begged for him to stop, so Ben did. Charlie breathed heavily, his body shook violently, his sleeves were covered in blood, and so were his arms. Ben smirked, proud of his work,
"Let him go for a moment." Charlie looked up, what? Was he actually letting him go? The boys looked just as confused, but believed from the plan that this certainly wasn't the end of what they were doing.

They untied his roped, Charlie felt his wrists in pain, they were only bleeding slightly. He was feeling very lightheaded, but still stood up. He looked at the boys and then at the door, Ben just stood there smiling innocently. Charlie bolted for the door, but bearly made it to the door before falling to the ground in pain. Ben had swung a crow bar at such a speed you didn't even see it smash onto Charlie's leg and trip him down. Charlie screamed again, his leg made a scrunching noise, he swung the leg back so hard that it snapped the bone in two.

Ben laughed an evil laugh, a laugh that could make the most evil men shiver. He swung the crow bar down, hitting his leg repeatedly, over and over. When he missed it would hit his ribcage, and every single time he swung down he could hear a crack in a different place, and feel it to. Charlie couldn't even scream anymore, he screamed so much his voice ached and felt like it was bleeding. He croaked now and tried to tell him to stop, but it just sounded pathetic.

Ben then suddenly stopped, just as quickly as he started,
"Okay that's enough, put him back on the chair please. And you can hold this for me." Ben slammed the knife down into Charlie's hand, going straight through. Charlie could only whimper and cry now, so that's what he did. He looked up at Ben, the way he was acting about this, as if it was normal, liking he wasn't killing a human life, tearing apart a soul.
"Why?" Charlie whispered, he was his ex-boyfriend, what was the point of touring him, why did he have to pay for anything. Ben shrugged,
"You made Nick Nelson so gay, joined the rugby team and ruined our group. Your a dickhead and I just dislike you. Also, I just wanted to do this for fun anyway." Ben explained, all of the reasons terrible, horrifying and terrifying.

Charlie slumped back onto the ground. The boys hesitantly took Charlie back to the chair, they looked so sorry for him, like they didn't want to do this. Charlie just looked at them, his vision blurry and pleading. They tied him back onto the chair, reluctantly. Ben then proceeded to have ago at his face, he just punched him around for a little while, mainly at the face, but a little to the chest as well. Charlie let himself get knocked around, he could feel himself fading, he was going to pass out soon. Ben swore as he punched and kicked Charlie, seeming to be taking his anger out on him, like a human punching bag.

He then stopped, like he had just got an idea, he grinned evilly to himself, as if he was a genius. He sat down on Charlie, just opposite him, their faces just a few inches apart. Ben then started kissing Charlie, feeling his broken body all over, slipping his tongue in his mouth even though Charlie tried to not let him in. The boys looked at eachother in shock, this was not, he was not going to do anything, right? This wasn't what they agreed on.

Harry pulled Ben off of Charlie, Ben glared at Harry in annoyance,
"This is not what he agreed on Ben, you said hurt him, what the fuck are you doing?" Harry said, venom in his voice, he had no idea Ben was gay, or like bi or something. Ben scoffed,
"I've got the knife here, I can do the same to you than to him, so either watch, or leave and risk a beat up later for being a chicken." Ben stated, smiling as if it was not a threat at all. Harry froze, he looked at Charlie, and than back at Ben,
"Okay... Whatever." Harry said, going back to the back of the shed and trying not to look at whatever Ben was planning to do.

Ben went back on Charlie, starting to kiss him again,
"Stop it..." Charlie whispered, his voice was raspy and more of a whimper than a whisper. Ben smiled,
"Don't worry, it won't hurt." He ran his hands down his body, his mouth moved down to his neck, biting him and giving him hickeys all down to his bleeding shoulders. Charlie was still shaking and trying to stop whatever was going to happen. Ben bit down more on Charlie's skin, he liked the way he tasted, he liked watching blood run down his pale skin, he loved seeing people in pain. He then started feeling down lower down to his body, to his hips, and getting closer to, an area...