Craig woke up to pure black. He attempted to move around but found himself unable to because he was tied to a chair. "Tyler?" He cried out in a whisper, unable to say it louder. "Craig?! Oh, thank God you're awake! I thought you were dead," came back a worried reply, also hushed. "What happened? Where are we?" Asked Craig, trying to remember what happened before he passed out. "When you came over, I got really excited when I saw you and I began to suck on your neck," Tyler said slowly, as if embarrassed. "When I was about to take off your shirt, you passed out. I think you were over-heated. Anyway, when you passed out, somebody just, walked into the apartment. We must have left the door unlocked when we were… you know... doing the thing. He overpowered me and knocked me out, he brought us here. Where "here" is exactly, I don't know. I do know I'm starting to get cramped."
"Perfect!" Suddenly came a booming voice. With a snap of their fingers, the lights suddenly came on a man came into view. He had dark brown hair that went up into a bun and beautiful green eyes. He looked about 6 ft 6" and was very muscular. He looked a little creepy but overall, he was attractive. "You're getting cramped? Sounds terrible! You know what? I'll make you a deal, you can get up and come with me to move your legs around. However, you can't make a single peep. Sound fair?" The man gazed down with a smile that looked threatening. Looks like Tyler doesn't have an option on this.
"Alright, I agree to your conditions," said Tyler with a careful tone. After being let out of the chair, he tripped to the floor right in front of Craig. "Listen Craig, I don't think I'm going to come back," Tyler said slowly and quietly. Craig began to panic, not come back? "I just wanted you to know, that I've always loved you. Your smile is beautiful and your laugh brightened up my day. Not to mention your gorgeous voice and the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. I'm glad I finally got to tell you how I truly felt. Goodbye," Tyler finished with a smile just as he was grabbed by his collar. Standing up and walking away, Tyler looked back and mouthed out, "I'm sorry." Tyler walked through a white door and disappeared from Craig's sight.
Straining his ears, Craig tried to listen to what was happening in the next room over. He was relieved to not hear anything and assumed Tyler really was just stretching out his legs. When he heard a scream, his heart dropped. He heard scream after scream and began to think the worst. After 20 minutes, a gun shot rang through the air. There was no more screaming. Tyler is dead. With that thought, Craig began to sob quietly. The man he loved to the moon and back is dead.
The man walked back into the room once again and had blood all over his shirt. With as much malice as he could muster, he glared at the man. Craig wanted him to feel how he felt right now. He wanted him to die. "What a lovely look, but you should save it for someone else," and with a wink, the man was gone. Now confused and tired, Craig tries to think of a way out. First, he needs sleep. He will think of the rest when he wakes up.
"Are you sure this is how you want things to go?" Came the voice of the man from earlier. "Yeah. Thanks to you, Paul, this is going perfectly. Soon, I'll have Evan, and then no one can take him away from me," came the reply from Tyler, standing next to Paul. With a smirk, Tyler turned to look at Craig through the window. "Good night, my love." And with that, Tyler began to move onto stage 3 of his plan.
