The strange man, whomever he was, kept Elliot close to his chest. Crooning over him as they went deeper into the place. Blood, body parts, and other things littered the floor. Hung from the ceiling as well. Causing the scrawny man to squirm a bit harder. Try to pull his wrists back as he whimpered softly. All his struggling did was mildly annoy his kidnapper. Who gave a soft sigh as he gently set Elliot on a chair. Keeping a firm grip on his wrists as he did so. Kneeling next to the thin man, he said,"Shh, darling. You're safe with me."

"You're never going to end up like them. I can tell you're special.",he added. Gripping both of the other man's hands with his, he brought them to his lips. Gently kissing his knuckles as he stared him in the eye with a loving look. Letting go of one of his hands, he pressed Elliot's other hand to his face. Forcing him to cradle his face as they locked eyes. It was terrifying for him. Being held hostage by someone who was talking about love. Forcing him to hold his face for whatever reason. And he wasn't entirely sure of this man's name. Chewing his bottom lip, he examined him. Well, until the man reached up and gently pulled his lip free. Stroking it gently with his thumb, he said,"Now, now...don't do that. You're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up."

"I know you're nervous, Darling. I am too.",he added. Letting go of Elliot's other hand, he leaned forward and kissed his forehead. A quick kiss. Like one you'd give a relative. His lips felt weird against his skin. Ignoring this, he asked,"Who are you?"

"...oh, how rude of me. I was so excited that I almost forgot to introduce myself.",the man stated. Letting go of Elliot entirely, he stood up straight. Smiling even wider than he had before as he answered,"My name is Eddie Gluskin, Darling."

"Your groom.",he stated. Kneeling once again to grab Elliot's wrists with one hand. Then gently touching the side of his face with the other. Groom? This guy wanted to marry him that quickly? It creeped the scrawny man out as he tried to pull his hands back. Frowning slightly, Elliot said,"I can't marry you. I don't know you and you don't know me."

"Also I-i'm not ready for that level of commitment-""Darling, shh...you're just nervous.",Eddie said. Keeping a tight grip on Elliot's wrists. Not enough that it actually harmed him but enough to make him uncomfortable. The look on his face was stern. Vaguely reminding him of when his Mother would scold him for misbehaving. And it sent an uncomfortable icy chill down his spine. Causing him to shudder slightly as the Groom petted his face. Stroking it gently like a parent would as well. Softening his expression as he continued,"Once I get you prepared, you'll be so much happier. So much more beautiful."

"The perfect blushing bride.",he added. Blushing bride? That made his stomach twist in disgust as he stared into Eddie's eyes. He wasn't a woman. What was he going to do to him? Where was Waylon to stop this man? Did...did Waylon just abandon him too? Shoving those thoughts aside, Elliot asked,"What do you mean by 'prepare'? Are you just going to dress me up?"

"Oh that and...a little surgery on top of that.",Eddie answered. Surgery? He'd already had several in his lifetime. There was no way he wanted someone with no visible medical equipment to carve into him. Elliot shook his head as he stared at the Groom. In a soft voice, he pleaded,"N-no. I don't want that. Please don't do that."

"Shh...shhh..it's going to be alright.",the Groom stated. Continuing to pet the side of Elliot's face in a soothing manner. Trying in vain to settle him down. But Elliot couldn't help but start bawling as he shook his head. Pleading over and over again for Eddie to not hurt him. To just let him leave. When he grew tired of it, he let go of both his wrists. Gripping the scrawny man's face with both hands firmly as he snapped,"Now stop that. I'm not hurting you, Darling."

"I'm just trying to help you be better. Don't you want to be beautiful?",he questioned. Be beautiful? It didn't matter to him if he was 'beautiful'. He just wanted to go home and live his own life. Not be some random freak's new wife. Elliot answered,"I just want to go home."

"Darling, you are home.",Eddie stated. Getting more and more visibly angry as he glared into Elliot's eyes. A sneer coming to his face as he slowly started standing up. Letting go of the shorter and scrawny man's face. Crossing his arms as he looked down at him, he added,"You're going to get used to that and your new life."

"I see that you're distressed and need some time to collect yourself.",Eddie said. Turning away from Elliot, he started walking out of the room. Once at the door, he glanced over his shoulder. Smiling sweetly at the shorter man as he continued,"We'll start with making you beautiful in a little while, Darling."

"We're going to be so happy together, I just know it.",he added. With that he blew Elliot a kiss and shut the door behind himself. Locking it before heading off to do who knew what. When the shorter man couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, he got up. Headed over to the door, he checked it over. Frowning when he realized there was no way to unlock it from his side. Panic started settling in as he searched the room. There was nothing that he could use to open the door. Nor was there anything to defend himself with. Just in case Eddie tried something with him. And, to his horror, there wasn't a window in the room. It slowly dawned on him that Eddie probably chose this room for that reason. Probably because other 'brides' had jumped out to get away from him. Possibly dying in the process. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he thought how lucky they were.

Where was Waylon? Did he get away from this freak? While he liked the idea of his companion got to safety. He wished that he'd stayed behind to help him get away too. Elliot kept chewing his bottom lip as he stared at the door. Wondering how long Eddie was going to leave him alone for. Would it be hours? Days? How was he going to 'prepare' him? The thought of what he might do as he chewed his bottom lip until he tasted blood. Wiping it away with the back of his hand, he mumbled,"Please God, don't let me die...please, God."

Mumbling the words over and over again, he checked around the floor. Trying, again, to find another thing to defend himself with. Only finding broken bits of what looked like a mirror. Carefully, he picked up a decent sized shard. Then hurried to find something to wrap around it. That way when he had to use it, it wouldn't cut his fingers. All he found was some dirty old fabric. From what he could guess it might have been a bed sheet. It was perfect. He quickly wrapped it around half of it then slid it into his jumpsuit. Doing his best to keep it hidden and not stab him in the process. Then hurriedly going back over to the chair Eddie had left him on. Seating himself in place then calming his expression as he set his hands in his lap. A few seconds later, he heard a soft knock on the door. For a brief second, he thought it was Eddie. Instead, Waylon asked,"Elliot? Are you in there?"

"Yes. He's locked the door and he might come back soon.",Elliot answered. Which was true. Eddie could come at any moment. Possibly armed. He didn't want Waylon to get harmed in any way. Not when he has more to go home to than Elliot did. Fiddling with his jumpsuit, he said,"Get the Hell out of here, Waylon. I'm going to be fine."

"Fuck that. I saw what he's done to people.",Waylon stated. Sounding disgusted at what he had found while looking for him. And he probably was. The scrawny man imagined there was probably worst things then the things he briefly saw. Unfortunately, he was correct. As the former technician told him the hanging bodies he had found. How there were around eighty-seven of them hanging in the gym. Each mutilated to look like the women the Groom wanted. Or at least made himself believe that he had wanted. His stomach twisted when he realized just what Eddie had in mind. How much danger he was in as well. At least, a different form of danger than Waylon would've been. If Eddie caught the technician instead of himself. Getting up, he walked over to the door. Setting his hand against it as he said,"Waylon, he won't do that to me. I'm...I'm a t-trans man..."

"...so he's going to do worse to you.",Waylon stated. Remembering the murders that he heard of before Eddie got caught. The disgusting things he'd done to those poor women. What he'd do to Elliot once he got him out of his jumpsuit. There was no way that Waylon was just going to leave him to that fate. Tortured and who knows what else. He considered his options to get the scrawny man out. Either by picking the lock. Which would take a lot of time that he didn't have. With tools that he couldn't possibly find. Or kicking it down. Something that wouldn't take too much time. Might make a lot of noise but Elliot would be free. And it probably was really the only option he had. So he instructed Elliot to get to the other side of the room. Waited until he heard Elliot say he moved. Then took quite a step back. Bracing himself on either side of the wall as he raised his leg up. Hitting it hard as he could as he briefly glanced over his shoulder. Making absolutely sure that the Groom wasn't coming anytime soon.

It took a few tries but the door finally broken in. Pushing it to the side, Waylon headed over to him. Visually checking him for any possible bruises that Eddie could've given him. Feeling absolutely relieved when he saw none. Gripping his hand, Waylon said,"Thank fuck that door was so weak..."

"I'm just glad that creep isn't aro-""WHO IN THE WORLD IS THIS?!",Eddie's voice boomed. Halfway down the hall stood the Groom. Holding a knife in one hand and a dress in the other. From what they could tell, his expression was absolutely furious. Almost like he was walking in on his fiance with her lover. And Elliot guessed that he probably thought that. Waylon kept him behind himself as he tried to make himself seem taller. Possibly more imposing as he glared at Eddie. Letting go of Elliot's hand as he made himself a shield for the shorter man. Wincing as the Groom got closer to them, practically shaking with rage. Gripping his knife so tight that it probably would've shattered. Pointing at Waylon with the knife, he asked,"Darling, why is there another person in your room?"

"Have you...have you been cheating on me with her?",he demanded. Sneering as he glared at Waylon's face. Then a strange look of recognition passes over his face. For a brief moment, he said nothing. Leaving Waylon and Elliot to stand quietly as they wondered what he'd do next. Eddie's expression goes from recognition to confusion. Right to anger as he glares at Waylon. Practically snarling, he questioned,"You...you're the one who's confused my darling aren't you?"

"Made her think that she's not ready for my love...not ready for our wedding!",he added. Advancing on the pair as they backed away from him. Right until he had them almost up against the wall. Waylon keeping Elliot behind him as he said nothing. Doubting that whatever he said would be believed as he glared right back at the Groom. Who shifted his gaze from the former technician to Elliot. In a low voice, Elliot said,"He-he's my friend, Eddie. He's just trying to help me go home."

"You are home! And this whore won't get between us anymore!",Eddie shouted. Tossing the dress aside as he lunged at Waylon. Who merely ducked down the best he could and rammed his shoulder into Eddie's stomach. Briefly winding the Groom and causing him to drop the knife. Before Waylon could pick it up, the Groom grabbed him by his throat with one hand. Slamming him to the ground and stunning him for a few seconds. Eddie quickly retrieved his knife then raised it high in the air. Elliot pulled the mirror shard out from his jumpsuit. And drove the piece between the Groom's shoulder blades. Causing him to scream in pain and swing his arm back at Elliot. Knocking him to the ground as he screamed in anger and pain. Demanding why he did that to him. Glaring at him, he shouted,"YOU CRAZY BITCH! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!"

Waylon attempted to kick at Eddie. But the Groom merely slammed his head back down on the ground again. Keeping a firm grip on his neck. A few seconds later, Waylon was out cold. Leaving Elliot alone with the angry killer. Who quickly managed to get the mirror shard out of his back. Tossing it to the side before grabbing Elliot by his shoulders. His grip hurt but the scrawny man kept his expression harsh as he glared up at him. Eddie pushed the scrawny man against the wall with snarl. Teeth bared as his eyes focused on the shorter man's. And a cold chill went over Elliot as he briefly wondered if Eddie was going to kill him. Instead, his expression became stern as he sighed deeply. Resting his forehead against Elliot's in a surprisingly gentle manner. In a low voice, he said,"Darling, I'll forgive this action. Clearly you're terrified of our horrible intruder."

"I'll let what you've done slide for now...",Eddie trailed. Turning his head to the left slightly look at Waylon's prone form, he added,"First, we'll make you beautiful. Then I'll deal with her..."

"I won't give up on you, Darling. You're different than her, than the others.",he continued. Rubbing his cheek against Elliot's with a small smile. Kissing his temple as he said,"You're special."

Letting go of one of Elliot's shoulders, he reached into his back pocket. Pulled out some strange spray that he immediately sprayed in Elliot's face. Whatever it was, it almost immediately made him drowsy. His eyelids drooped as he heard Eddie say,"Just relax and let your Groom take care of everything..."

With that, he slipped into unconsciousness.

A little while later, Waylon found himself laying on a table. His arms were bound behind his back with thick rope. And his legs were as well. He also noticed that he was still dressed. Unlike the bodies that he'd stumbled upon, Eddie let him stay fully clothed. Squirming, he tried to find signs of Elliot. Only seeing two 'patients' laying on the ground next to him. Both of them looked to be very dead. And in similar condition to the hanging corpses that he'd seen. Ignoring this, he craned his neck to look for a hint of his companion. Heart dropping when he spotted the jumpsuit that the scrawny man had been wearing earlier.

Laying on the ground next to the table with the saw on it. The whole thing was drenched in old and new blood. So much so that he couldn't tell if any of it was Elliot's or not. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he struggled with his bindings. Listening for the sound of Eddie's footsteps.

A moment later, he heard them. Waylon held still as he glanced around to get a glimpse of the Groom. He spotted him walking in with Elliot in his arms. Holding him as if he were a fragile doll instead of a human being. The unfortunate man looked to be unconscious, but not bleeding. There was a slight silver lining in that. But, he was wearing the dress that Eddie had brought to the other room. It didn't fit the scrawny man in the slightest bit. In fact the dress looked several sizes too large. Something that seemed to worry the Groom. Laying his new 'Bride' down on the nearest non-bloodied table, he muttered,"My poor, Darling. Don't worry. You've got me to take care of you now."

"Once we're married, I'll make sure you're healthy.",he added. Gently stroking Elliot's face as he stared down at him. Looking at his stomach with slight interest. Almost as if he were imagining it heavy with his child. Leaning over, he kissed Elliot's forehead. Grinning as he continued,"You'll never be sad or lonely again. I swear it."

With that he turned his attentions to Waylon. An angry look on his face as he came over to him. No knife in hand but that meant nothing. He knew full well how dangerous the Groom was even unarmed. And sneered as the Groom grabbed his neck. Not putting pressure but enough to make him uncomfortable. In a low voice, Eddie said,"If it weren't for her, I'd have killed you."

"You're her friend, aren't you?",the Groom questioned. Turning Waylon's face up to look at him. Waylon nodded his head as he answered,"Yes. I'm your 'Bride's' friend."

"...I suppose she needs a Maid of Honor. And the other's aren't anywhere near trustworthy enough.",Eddie stated. Not to Waylon. Mostly to himself as he let go of Waylon's neck. Grabbing Waylon's hair, he yanked him up. Causing the former technician to wince in pain as he said,"I'll allow you to live, slut. But only because you make her happy. If you try anything, you'll hang like the rest."

"Do I make myself clear?",he asked. Glaring deep into Waylon's eyes. Tightening his grip on his hair as well. Waylon answered,"Crystal."

That seemed to satisfy the Groom and he let him go. Humming to himself as he made his way back to his 'Bride'. Who was slowly waking up. Elliot stared down at himself groggily. Head feeling somewhat dizzy as he struggled to sit up. Before he could move much further, Eddie was at his side. Hand on his lower back as he gripped Elliot's right arm. A huge smile on his face as he stared down at him. Leaning forward, he kissed Elliot's cheek. In a gentle voice, he whispered,"You look so beautiful in this dress, Darling. We're going to be so beautiful together."

"I just know it.",he added in a dreamy voice. Almost as if he couldn't believe that this was really happening. It made Elliot want to puke. He tried to pull away from him and winced when Eddie tightened his grip. Elliot stopped struggling as he glanced around the room. Noticing the dress for the first time. How big it was on him. How his chest didn't fill the top in the slightest bit. Then he saw Waylon laying on a nearby table. Who was doing his best to look at the scrawny man. Elliot was grateful he was alive. Whole and not bleeding on the floor like the others. In a soft voice, Elliot asked,"When is the ceremony going to happen?"

"A few minutes, Darling. Soon as I can convince that priest and his flock.",Eddie answered. Pressing another kiss to Elliot's cheek. Then helping him get off the table. Elliot's head still felt dizzy but he ignored it as he looked to Eddie. Who was grinning so widely that it hurt to look at it. But he did his best to fake the enthusiasm as he asked,"Will my friend get to come with too?"

"Of course, dear. She's your Maid of Honor after all.",Eddie answered. Briefly turning his attention from his bride to the other man. Looking slightly annoyed with him as he continued,"I'll be keeping her like that. You understand, right?"

"Can't have her scaring the guests.",Eddie added. That almost made Waylon laugh. But he bit the inside of his cheek as Elliot agreed. Obviously only doing so to keep the Groom calm. It seemed to be working. As they spoke about the wedding at length, Waylon felt something breeze by. Some strange whispers that he'd heard from before he found Elliot. And the rope weakening on his wrists. But he didn't break free just yet. As he worried what Eddie would do if he did. Instead he kept up the act of helplessness as Eddie hugged Elliot. Pressing more chaste kisses to his face as Elliot pretended to be okay with it. Giving a small one on Eddie's cheek as well. Nearly making the Groom giddy as he set him down. Turning, he said,"I'm going to go look for that priest."

"Please, stay here. It's too dangerous for someone as fragile as you.",he added. Gently stroking Elliot's face. Who suppressed a shudder as he nodded his head. Ignoring the annoyance bubbling up in him as Eddie headed out of the room. Once he was far enough away, he headed over to Waylon. Checking him over as he tried to think of what to do next. And how to avoid his impending 'wedding' to the killer.