WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC AND DISTURBING THEMES. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

WHILE THE THEMES MAY BE FICTIONAL, ALL METHODS USED ARE MEDICALLY PLAUSIBLE. PLEASE BE ADVISED.

Okay, I'm sorry this took so long! I got so wrapped up in getting Baited and Baited: Sign of Shadows going that I TOTALLY forgot about this! I only remembered because it was Valentine's Day. Lol. Horrible, I know.

I just want to say this before I let you all off to read, thank you SO MUCH for reviewing and letting me know you like it! I honestly wouldn't have bothered continuing if it wasn't for the fact I knew there were people that really enjoyed it. kept by corgi's, you have to watch the movie My Bloody Valentine! It's really good. It's not scary (then again, I don't find things scary, anymore - I've seen worse in real life), but it's entertaining. And it's not like House of Wax, which I only watched because Jared Padalecki was in it. That movie was just...awful. It was just plain awful. xD Demon Sam Winchester,I kept meaning to read one of your fics, but I rarely read fanfiction. I just write it. Lol! I'll check one out, though.

No more squaddling (my word! Back off!). On with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot. I wish I owned our boys... Yeah... Toss'em in a closet with nothing but a video camera...see where that goes...

2: Never Tell, Never Tell

Jensen sat at the police station, his hands holding the back of his head, which faced the floor. They had already questioned him, confiscating the slice of liver for testing to confirm or deny whether or not it was human, thinking that it did turn out to be some hoax performed by some anti-fans. Jensen had tried contacting Jared, hoping that he would pick up his cellphone and tell him that he was fine and worrying over nothing; but, every time, the phone went straight to voicemail. The officials were questioning the entire cast, asking when they had seen him last; each time, it was back to Jensen – the one who has seen him off. Currently, they were trying to track down the cab driver, but their luck was failing. In his mind, the lead of Supernatural was yelling at himself: he should have gone with Jared to the airport. The psychologist at the Station tried her best to calm him down after he ranted about those same thoughts, saying it would not have mattered and people, like the ones in the video, would have just as soon taken both of them.

Her words did nothing to aid his guilt.

"Hey!"

Jensen looked up to see Misha coming out of the hall leading to the interrogation rooms at the other end of the room, a police officer following behind him and motioning to the senior star. He broke away from the official and made his way through the busy station to him; Jensen inhaled and stood up as he was approached.

"Misha…."

"Jen, what the hell's going on? Why are they asking us about Jared?"

Jensen looked at his feet uncomfortably, his hands on his hips as he shook his head. "They didn't tell you?"

"No. Why?" concern flooded his voice. "Something happen?"

o-o-o-o

Jensen stopped outside the closed door to Jared's vacant hotel room, his eyes staring blankly, his mind feeling numb. Telling Misha what was going on just brought back the video and Jared's abused image. The investigators had taken the video, as well, but something in his stomach had told him to make a copy; which he did straight to the hard drive of his computer. His hand continued to fumble with the cellphone in his pocket, wanting to send a text or try to call Jared again, even knowing it would not garner a response, other than Jared's voicemail. With a sigh, he turned his back towards the door and reached into his other pocket to pull out the key to his own room. He inserted it into the slot and pulled down the handle as he extracted the card and it flashed green. He let the door shut behind him; the silence met his ears like hollow wind. During filming, he had become used to talking to Jared well past the time they both should have been passed out.

Since their break started two days ago, Jared had crashed in Jensen's room both nights – mainly because either he was too hammered or Jensen was too hammered to have the coherency to get their hotel key out of their pocket or even make it to the bathroom on their own. The comment had been made more than once on why they had separate rooms at all. Being alone felt wrong and he found himself thinking that, at any moment, he would hear a knock on the door and Jared would be saying he had forgotten some miniscule thing once he had made it to the airport.

A false hope as he stood in the silence.

The air conditioner under the window at the opposite end of the room kicked on and he released a sigh, walked to the bed and sat on the edge, eyes focused on the door. He stared blankly at it for a few minutes, lost in thought, mind tracing back to the video. He tried to recall the room and all of the items in it, trying not to focus on the people – something that would give rise to a possible location, a license plate on the wall or a poster. He could not recall the room and his eyes glanced sideways to his laptop, which was on the bedside table. Mind arguing whether or not to pull it back up, his desperation to know got the better of him. He leaned sideways and reached to grab the computer; once the lid was opened, it asked for the passcode. The screen loaded once it was typed in. The arrow hovered over the folder icon as he continued to debate. Taking a deep inhale, he clicked on it and the My Videos folder opened in full screen. Amongst the videos, he scrolled down to the one he had copied over from the disk. Bile rose in his throat just at the mere memory of the video and he gave himself one last chance to stop – one last chance to close the laptop and leave it up to the officials.

Curiosity reigned over him and he double-clicked the file.

The video opened in VLC Media Player once again and, instead of letting it run on its own, he grabbed the bar and dragged it until it was the full view of the room, and then paused it. Other than random items, the only other thing on the screen was the corner of a poster on the wall behind the table. He zoomed in, trying to get the best view of it as he could. He felt the need to chuck the laptop across the room when he recognized the background and visible leg as the promotional poster for the seventh season of Supernatural. Feeling anger and frustration rising, he closed out of it. Trying to shut his mind off of it and do as the police suggested and just let them do their jobs, he opened the internet, the homepage already being set to his email account. Still, in the back of his mind, he kept thinking he would see something from Jared, an email he had sent from his phone, even, saying what he had been by before falling off of the grid.

The only thing in his account was an email from some unknown address. Just as he was about to delete it, the thought came into his head that no one outside of his friends and family knew his email. He did not even use the address on websites, so as to avoid spam. Once he opened it, his eyebrows furrowed together before his eyes went wide and his heart sunk to his bowels.

Jensen Ackles,

I'm assuming that, by now, you've probably gone to the police. Quite a shame, really. Makes things less personal. To each their own, I suppose.

I told you before that I would keep you up-to-date on Jared's condition, so I'm letting you know that he's still doing all right. For now, anyway. The sooner you realize you're better off without him, the sooner we can put this all behind us.

You have no idea how badly I want to meet you, Jensen. If I could just have the chance to meeting you in person…. I'm rambling. I apologize.

To the point: since I probably won't be able to contact you physically like as with the first video, through your email would be better, right? You know, your information's really not that difficult to find if the person looking is determined enough. Word to the wise.

Still your biggest fan,

L.F

Blinking away the water that he did not even realize had formed from his ducts, his eyes scanned the page to see a link to a video. He wanted to know. The feeling in the pit of his stomach begged to know it would show, even though his brain was yelling at him not to, that it would just upset him further and he would end up wrecking his computer; but he had to know.

His clicked the link to open. It took hardly any time the page to load, but what he was introduced to was a live stream. The screen was black, but he could still hear the noise of people. There was shifting and the black screen, which had been the cap still on the camera lens, was removed, the scene behind it blurring as the camera's automated sensors changed to accommodate the lighting.

"I'm telling you, it's fine," the recognizable voice of L.F came from behind the device.

It took a moment for Jensen to decipher what it was the camera was zoomed in on – it was red and puffy.

"If they trace it back—"

"Shut up, dude. It's showing he's logged onto the feed."

He zoomed out just enough to where the full view of what he had been zoomed in on was shown: a large cut was a dark red and had apparently been sewn up with a standard needle and black thread. The camera shook and it quickly scanned up Jared's torso to his face, right before being pulled back to show the familiar face of G. He appeared to be highly aggravated; whether that was because of the situation or his comrade messing around with the camera was left up to debate. He sneered when he realized he was on tape before glancing down to Jared.

"To be honest, I'm surprised he made it through that," they spoke, obviously amused. "Your average person would have gone into shock less than halfway through."

The camera shook as L.F laughed and panned the screen back to Jared. His eyes flickered, proving that he was still conscious. "What can I say?" L.F's hand reached in view and he flicked a piece of Jared's hair away from his face. "I know my shit. Besides, you act like I was gonna take the whole thing out. I want to keep him alive"—he drew out the word—"and have some fun. Call it my personal experiment." The camera shook again as G was heard sighing in the background. "How many organs do you think the human body can live without?"

He brought the view back to G, who shrugged and moved out of view, leaving the camera facing the basement wall. L.F panned the camera around to land on the area with the television from earlier; only G's torso was in the frame.

"Keep the heart or brain for last. You only need one kidney."

L.F began walking away from the table, back to where the camera had been positioned earlier. He faced the camera back towards him; smears of blood were on his forehead and Jensen's chest tensed, knowing it was not his own. The mere thought had vomit rise in his throat, but he swallowed it back down. The camera shook as L.F began mounting it as he had done before.

"Ah, I'm not gonna mess with the brain. The skull's too thick." He stepped back, staring at it to make sure it was straight. Seeming satisfied, he turned to face his ally. "But! I do want to try out what we talked about earlier."

At that, G seemed to tense. His shoulders hunched up and he shuddered. "Just thinking about that makes me cringe." He looked to Jared, whose hand slightly moved under the leather strap that kept it down. "You sure it's not going to kill him?"

L.F moved to the side off screen and could be heard sorting through items. "No way. I designed it solely for the entertainment factor – you know, like Medieval Devices. Not meant to kill, just meant to…have a little fun." He came back into view of the camera, holding a plastic, black device that had been attached to, what looked like a short, metal pole. He faced the camera, holding it up so it was in full view. "Jensen, this one was inspired by you in the fourth season of Supernatural, when your character had to torture Alistair. It made me think of really painful and humiliating ways to torture someone and this"—he turned the device around in his hand—"is what I came up with." He looked at it, pride on his face for coming up with the idea. "I guess you could say it's like the Pear of Anguish, but it doesn't open up like that – it was the idea I had in my head when making it, though. Check it out."

On the base of the device was a small, brown rotating switch. Holding the metal pole that came out of the base, he flicked the small wheel with his thumb. Jensen jumped when dozens of small, metal, what looked like blades shot out of holes that ran up and down it. He held it out in front of the camera, showing the sharpened points of each one.

"This thing took me over a month to make. Originally, the spikes were longer, but I realized that it would puncture too deep and cause too much damage for the person to survive. So, I shortened them." He flicked the rotator again and the blades disappeared back into the device. He walked passed G to the table, standing over Jared's bound form. "You should consider yourself lucky and be grateful I'm merciful."

At that, G scoffed and snorted a laugh, getting a frown from his partner. "Is that what you're calling it, now?" He pushed off of the table and walked over, standing on the opposite side of the table. "For some reason, I don't think he sees it that way."

L.F clicked his tongue. "Selfish bastard."

Again, they laughed at the nonexistent joke.

"All right, let's get his legs propped up."

Just as that, Jared's entire body began tensing and, with whatever energy he had left, began pulling and jerking against the leather straps; muffled screaming was heard behind the layers of tape around his mouth as G grabbed a small lever by Jared's left foot and pressed it down. Apparently, the sections of the table moved, because he slid it up, having the other's leg go into a bend. As L.F was moving things around on the counter behind the table, G did the same thing with Jared's other leg; Jared immediately pressed his knees together. L.F, without looking, handed G a metal pole with a strap on each end. Jared was still putting up a fight when G grabbed his knee to wrap the first strap around his lower thigh.

"Chill out," they said in aggravation. "Only thing you're going to manage to do is to tear your stitches back open; and I doubt you want a repeat of that."

Jared's body fell still and G seemed content as he attached the other side, keeping the Supernatural star's legs opened. Jensen found himself holding his hand over his mouth, eyes wide as L.F walked to the front of the table. He put his hand on Jared's inner thigh as, from what Jensen was guessing, he began to press the device against his co-star's entrance, because Jared started yelling again, voice muffled.

"Shit, it's not gonna fit," L.F said, looking up at G.

"So put something on it so it will slide in."

L.F just nodded his head and started looking around the room. "Hand me that," he pointed to something on the table. G walked around him to pick it up and hold it to confirm. The other nodded and he returned to hand him the switchblade. L.F flicked it open and, without hesitation, made a long cut down the inside of Jared's leg; blood immediately began pouring from it, spilling down his skin. Using his hand, he let the blood pour onto it. Jensen was shaking his head, though it was debatable whether or not he knew he was, as the guy in the video used the blood to coat his creation. Shifting back, he started to press it back against the other's rectum, garnering more muffled yells and shouts. After a minute or so, L.F leaned back and pushed himself to a stand. "Go ahead and get that tape off of his mouth – I wanna hear this."

He passed the knife back to G, who merely shrugged an okay. Not even bothering to be careful, he pressed the knife under the lip of the duct tape and sliced upwards, cutting it off and cutting Jared's cheek in the process. He ripped it off, pulling all of the layers off that had been wrapped around his head. The moment his mouth was freed, Jared released a gasp that was quickly followed by a pain-filled yell. His chest vibrated hastily up and down, breath shaking as his head turned to look up at G.

"Please…."

Jensen's breath hitched in his throat. "Oh, god…." Hearing Jared's voice completely defeated, his heart sunk – hearing a tone that even skills in acting could not mimic.

"Sorry, buddy," G said as he touched Sam's shoulder. "It's not my call."

He looked to L.F, who turned to face the camera and step off to the side, giving Jensen a view of his co-worker. The only thing that was visible was the end to the small pole sticking out between his legs.

"Let's see if Jared still wants you touching him after this."

Jensen was shaking his head, eyes wide. He watched L.F press his hands to the base and glance quickly up to Jared right before—

"NO!" Jensen found himself shouting at the laptop and grabbing that screen as Jared's screams filled the speakers. "JARED!" He somehow found himself holding the screen of the laptop as he stood up, staring down at it at a ninety-degree angle. His heart hammered in his chest as liquid dropped from his ducts, face red. "JARED!"

There was a pounding on the hotel door, but he was too focused on the screen of his laptop to pay it the slightest notion, even when the voice on the other end was calling his name.

Laughter mixed in with Jared's constant yells as visible blood dripped from his rectum onto the table.

"I think he's enjoying it!" G's laugh called out over the screaming.

"Oh, it gets better," L.F chimed in as he grabbed the pole and turned it slightly, garnering even more blood-curdling screams.

But, then, Jared began screaming words, which drained the color from the others' faces as it registered what he was yelling.

"HEATHROW ONE FOUR EIGHT TWO! ONE FOUR EIGHT TWO!"

"Fuck!" G cursed as he tried to move quickly to the other side of the table, hitting his leg on the corner of it. Another curse followed and L.F had taken the knife from before and jammed it into Jared's leg, but it did nothing and he kept repeating it.

"Shit! Can you shut him up!"

They scrambled about, trying to get Jared to stop yelling. But even as his mouth was grabbed, and even though his shouts were flooded with pain as water streaked down his face, he would not stop yelling it.

Jared pulled his head to the side, trying to get away from the grip. "ONE FOUR EIGHT TWO! JENSEN, PLEASE! ONE FOUR EIGHT TWO!"

"Get the camera! TURN OFF THE DAMN CAMERA!" G was screaming as L.F stumbled over paraphernalia to get to the live stream. Jensen could see a blood-soaked rag being shoved into Jared's mouth just as L.F made it to the camera and unplugged the device.

Jensen was not even sure when or how the person from the other side of the door made it into his room, but they were pulling the laptop from Jensen's hands and grabbing his shoulder in the process. The laptop fell on the floor and, next thing he knew, Misha had wrapped his arms around his shoulders and was holding his head, trying to get him to calm down as Jensen broke down in hysterics, calling Jared's name over and over.

And...yay for pure, unadulterated violence! Um...yeah. Pretty dark, I know. Okay...VERY dark. Sue me. Not really.

Lemme know if you stil want me to keep going! Or...if it's getting too dark. Which I hope...sorta. I actually hope it's disturbing a few people. Is it bad if that's my goal? I'm working on way too many Supernatural fics at one time.