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Wren and Zane were the best of friends, Zane was this sweet protective man who watched Wren carefully, full of love and desire. Wren appreciated it not knowing that after their graduation… That passion for a safe friend would turn into insanity, obsession, psychological warfare, and ending with death.
Zane had a sick mind hidden beneath the caring stature he presents himself with, he was interested in things that no typical person would be into, normal people would be interested in biking, reading, art.. But he was into something so much more cynical, he was immersed with murder, for hours on end he would study serial killers and their habits, methods, and mental states. He was so obsessed with it, that during the summer he slummed himself in his room, gaining 30 pounds from binging on alcohol, drugs, and the least nutritional food he could lay his eyes on. Anything that had an unhealthy amount of sugar and anything with red dye to stain his tongue. Zane didn't look like how he used to before summer, he didn't even seem the same, the person who was so excited to travel and explore after graduation turned into a sick predatory slob of flesh and sweat, with greasy long black hair and a new smoking addiction.
Wren, on the other hand, wasn't doing as well as he thought he would either, seems like nothing these boys dreamed of went to plan. Wren would avoid food, starving himself and restricting himself from sweet cake which he would chase before with his mouth wide. He would restrict himself to the point where the meat he had on his arms melted off revealing the structure of his wrists and elbows, his collarbones stuck out like they wanted to escape, as did his ribcage and spine. He looked like a playable instrument, and it was never enough for him, no matter how much it began to affect his health and friendships. Wren also gained something a little more in common with Zane… He started to cut himself, watching the blood drain out of his arms was always so euphoric to him, the scarring that turned a blank white against his pale skin amused him, made his hunger grow vigorously for more.
It was too overwhelming for Zane, to yearn for something so blood-born and disgusting, he felt like he needed to act upon his fantasies to fill that hole in his body. He begged Wren for weeks to move in with him, but he just wasn't ready to give up his home with his family, once he had given in Zane's life became so much easier and happier. Wren would cook, clean, talk to him, spend time with him, it actually cured some of the bed-rotting cycle Zane pushed himself into. Until Zane found Wren cutting one day.
Zane opened the bathroom door to hear a yelp, the door hit something as it opened, Wren. Wren was in the corner tending to his habit by the door, he had a box cutter gripped in his hand and he sliced his arm with his mouth hung open in pain and focus before Zane unknowingly barged in. Zane stared for a moment in disbelief trying to gather his thoughts, the sight of the bleeding gash made Zane experience some sort of déjà vu, he grabbed Wren's arm forcefully taking him off the ground with his strong grip to hear a stuttered apology, "Z-Zane I-I… I'm sorry" Wren cried out as Zane stayed silent. Zane licked his lips, "No worries" he muttered through his lip incompetence, he dropped Wren's arm and walked out the bathroom back to his bedroom. Zane locked the door and sat by his desk, beginning to retype the website Google immediately recognized to fall back into his old steps of watching disgusting snuff. Wren stood in disbelief, he stared at his cuts for a minute still unable to slow his heartbeat down to how it was originally due to the mere disturbance of the situation. "What the fuck…?" He muttered under his fast breath, before sanitizing and bandaging himself up, he walked out the bathroom towards the silent chamber, Zane's bedroom, twisting the door knob he found it locked.
Knock.
Knock..
Knock…
"Zane? Look.. I'm sorry for what you saw.. I— I'm okay now! I swear! I just needed to relapse for a bit, I was just STILL so stressed about the move and— I was being an idiot." Wren explained, his back against the bedroom door and his head up against it as well with his eyes pointed towards the ceiling, a minute of silence surrounded him before he spoke up again, "Zane?" Wren fell off the door and stumbled backward, "It's okay." Zane said coldly, his eyes staring directly at Wren's before dropping down to his wrist, disappointed to see it covered. Wren raised an eyebrow and tilted his head confused, he squinted his eyes and stepped closer to take a better look at Zane, his eyes were wide and bloodshot, as if he hadn't blinked in a while, "Zane, are you okay? You look.. Sick.." Wren asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. Zane never answered, he just shut the door and locked it again, leaving Wren standing in front of it like a boy rejected before prom, he stood in disbelief before whispering cusses and walking off to the den.
3 hours passed by and Wren did a lot, he read, watched TV, did the dishes, and painted his nails black, but Zane still hasn't emerged from his dungeon. Wren stared at the door debating disrupting Zane, he shook his head deciding against it and instead just made dinner for them both. He cooked Zane's favorite 2 grilled cheeses with bacon on the side and just made himself 2 boiled eggs, depriving himself from food like he always would, but Zane would be too much of a lardy snob to notice anything. Wren yelled out Zane's name from the dining table, just to be returned with silence. He yelled again to receive the same result, so he stomped furiously towards the door, twisting the knob quickly and knocking eagerly, "ZANE! ANSWER ME!" he yelled frustrated.
Zane opened the door and looked at Wren's blood boiled expression, he always knew Wren was quick to his emotions regardless if it was anger, happiness, sadness, or even teenage-horniness. "Sorry, I guess. What?" Zane said, coldly and unamused, as if he hadn't done anything wrong.
Wren stared at him with his expression reading, "Oh my God I am going to reach my hands towards you and rip your jaw off your face.", but Wren closed his eyes and breathed in, and out, replying to Zane with a smile, "I made you grilled cheeses, come eat dinner."
Zane stared blankly not even making any sounds or any facial expressions, he pushed past Wren and went to sit at the dining table, he began to stuff his mouth with bacon while Wren started to cut his unseasoned depressed looking eggs in half. "So Zane, what were you doing in there for like… 4-ish hours?" Wren tried to stir conversation with Zane, "Just.. Uh.. I was on eBay looking for cool shit to hang on the walls, I guess I got really delved in, sorry about that." Zane's lies scraped off his tongue like using sandpaper to wipe your ass as he munched and spoke. Wren nodded, actually buying his stupid lies, he finished his eggs then watched as Zane ate every crumb of his meal, "You enjoying that? I got a new cheese at Walmart yesterday.. Thought you might like it, Colby jam? Jake? Jack? Colby Jack? Think that was the name, I don't know, the two colors made me think you might li—" Wren was rambling on before getting interrupted, "Colby Jack. Yeah, and it's fine, just not as good as the usual American. Don't change shit I like again." Zane bluntly said, before pushing his empty plate towards Wren who just stared at him with his unfinished sentence at the tip of his tongue. "Oh.. Sorry.. I just— Whatever, I'll wash the dishes." Wren apologized, trying to think of why he was such an idiot, but he just pushed his words away picking up the plates to wash. Wren washed the dishes murmuring to himself about how stupid he is while Zane was in his bedroom watching beheading and revenge porn videos, fervently tending to his cock, his bottom lip hanging down dripping drool revoltingly.
Wren walked towards the bathroom, he undressed in front of the mirror to look at his skeletonized self, he then sat in the bathtub hugging his knees, he stared at the water that washed his blood off the bandage he was peeling off his arm. "Your such an idiot for relapsing, now Zane is so cold.. Wren, you can't do shit right.." he thought to himself as he slowly sunk into the bathtub, his whole body plunged besides his face that stared at the light to blind himself. His eyes grew raw, and his fingers pruned.. At that moment he knew it was time to get out, he emerged from the tub and dried himself with the nearby towel humming and murmuring a song stuck in his head. When he got out the bathroom wrapped in the fabric he was met by Zane in front of the door, an unreadable blank expression on his face, they stared at each other for a moment, before Wren spoke up softly, "You need something?" his voice was innocent and pure, jarring Zane for a moment.
Zane's voice was hoarse but audible, "No." he walked off going to the backyard for a smoke. His mind raced thoughts, from Wren to..
Wren.
For a while now, all he thought about was ruining Wren, ruining not just his already dumpster brain but his physical state as well. He knew it would be easy, since Wren was never easy on himself, with a low self-esteem and what he thought was a desire for attention, controlling him and putting him between his chubby caged fingers would be a piece of cake.
Wren stood there for a moment, confused, questioning, dumbfounded, he didn't know how he felt but he definitely knew something was wrong. He never noticed Zane act so unusual, he was so curious to find out what's on his mind. Wren walked to his bedroom and got dressed in loose clothes that hid what he thought was fat before walking outside, seeing Zane sitting on the ragged old floral porch-couch already on his third cigarette. Wren sat beside him, "Slow down there, chimney." Wren said followed by a nervous chuckle as he tried desperately to tear through the flesh of the thick tension and spark a conversation. He was met with a mumble, it was inaudible, just sounded like Zane didn't want to reply. Wren picked at his fingers nervously, staring at Zane who didn't look at him back.
"So… Something on your mind? You don't seem like yourself lately." Wren finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity of silence. Zane didn't look at him as he spoke, instead he just stared at nothing and replied with a forced monotone, "I'm fine.". Wren was stupid, but not that stupid, he melted into the couch and sighed, "No, Zane. No you're not— A-and- It's fine! You can tell me whatever you want, Zane." Wren was practically begging Zane to just spit out whatever was making him act so cold. But Zane didn't budge, he knew he couldn't tell Wren what was on his sick mind, so he stayed quiet just filling his lungs with smoke. Wren grew frustrated, and when he grew frustrated, he simply cries. Zane wasn't focused, until he heard soft little sobs and sniffles, his head spun in Wren's direction. Though not out of care, but because it turned his sick mind on. Wren was crying into his palms, drool dripping down to his thighs. "Hey.. Hey, I didn't mean to upset you, okay?" Zane said in a misleading comforting tone, as he gently rubbed Wren's back. Wren looked at him with snot dripping down his red nose and glassy eyes with his eyebrows contorted upwards, the mere sight made Zane unapologetically hard.
"I-I just— I feel so useless.." Wren could hardly speak without hiccuping and stuttering, once he finished struggling with his sentence he burst into more tears, weeping loudly. He hadn't noticed Zane's sickening hard-on, or the corner of his mouth curving into an uncontrollable smirk. "It's not your fault, Wren. You do a lot for me." Zane gently spoke, his predatory eyes sucking in all of Wren's emotions for his own enjoyment. He gently pet Wren's hair, which soon made his cries stop, he locked eyes with Zane, still quivering. "P-promise?" Wren said as his bottom lip shook, Zane simply nodded. He flinched when Wren brought him in to a snug embrace. It was now impossible for Wren not to notice Zane's hard on, now that his bony knee was pressed up against it, making him gruffly grunt and clench his teeth.
Wren slowly pulled away, using Zane's shoulders for support since he was recovering from shaking so hard, his eyes looked embarrassed and he didn't know where to look. Not down, nor at Zane's face. He looked away to the neighborhood darkness, "What?" Zane said smugly, followed by a creepy-guy snort laughter. "U-um.. You're uh.." Wren replied, "Uh? Uh what? Say it, Wren." Zane violently grabbed Wren's face, spinning it forcing him to look Zane in the eye. Wren's bottom lip shook, he just couldn't get the words out, he wasn't like that. Zane dug his thick fingers into Wren's thin cheeks, jarring the insides with his own teeth, which made Wren clench his eyes shut tight. Zane couldn't enjoy the sight of this more, his dick could though. He gripped even tighter on Wren's face, dragging him into the house and slammed him onto the ground. "Shy aren't we, Wren? You've done so much, yet you're still just a shy little bird, aren't you?" Zane said as he towered over Wren. "Pathetic, can't even get your words out." Zane said as he unzipped his jeans, he had enough and it was time to turn Wren into what he desired.
He knew it was perfect. Wren would never escape, he has no where to go, it was all up to Zane now. Meanwhile, Wren was staring up at Zane stunned and in immense pain, he was unable to speak nor cry, he just laid there shaking as if he was obeying to Zane at this very moment. Finally, Zane's dick was free, it was there just staring back at Wren. He enjoyed the sight, so much so that he was slowly stroking his cock to it, he scoffed before forcing Wren onto his knees. "You'll be my pretty wife, you hear me? You won't complain, you will cook, clean, do the shit you usually do. And, you'll be my little sex-toy. Understood, dog?" Zane spoke in a rapacious manner, listing everything he wanted from Wren who just stared. "B-but—" Wren couldn't finish before being cut off by a harsh smack to his face that made his head spin to the right. "No fucking buts, you listen, and you obey." Zane replied as tears welled in Wren's poor eyes, he was met back with a unwilling nod from Wren. "Good." Zane said satisfied.
"Hungry?" Zane asked, but obviously he wasn't offering food to an anorexic. Surprisingly, the Wren who always denies food even when he's starving, slowly nodded. Zane nodded back with a smirk, he stood there holding Wren down by his head, he was stroking himself the entire time, he held Wren by the chin and forced his mouth open. "Tongue." Zane demanded, Wren hesitatingly stuck out his tongue, while his eyes stared up at Zane's face. The sight made Zane spurt out his early-cum onto Wren's tongue, Zane groaned loudly then shut Wren's mouth forcibly. "Swallow, bitch." Zane demanded. Wren tried to gag, but eventually swallowed, when Zane loosened his grip on Wren he began to cry and cough. Zane laughed sickeningly enjoying the sight, he walked off into Wren's bedroom, taking spare keys that he had since Wren would never go outside again, and his phone. As long as Zane was alive, Wren would have no freedom. Zane came back and dangled the keys in front of Wren's teary face, "Say bye-bye to your freedom" Zane said with a stupid grin, "Say it." he continued when he noticed Wren silent, lip quivering. "B-bye." Wren whispered and continued crying. Zane just chuckled and walked off, going to his room and locking all the keys into a drawer.
He came back and drug Wren by the skeleton arm to his room, he threw him on the ground, and stared down at him, breathing heavily from his mouth. "Strip." Zane said in a low voice, Wren shakily took off his clothes, wiping his tears and snot into his shirt. "Good, stay that way, obedient." Zane replied and pet Wren's hair. He reached into a drawer and put a collar onto Wren, which made him realize Zane had this planned for a very.. Very long time, it made his stomach churn, and so did the cum that was in his belly. It didn't take him very long to spontaneously throw up, "What the fuck!?" Zane yelled and kicked Wren's gut, which just made him puke more.
"Clean ALL OF IT up!" Zane yelled and landed one more punch into Wren's hip, Wren rushed to grab towels, cleaning and sobbing. "You fucking pig." Zane said as he sat down to go back to watching snuff, which he didn't have to hide from Wren anymore, "Go get make me a grilled cheese, I'm hungry." Zane didn't even look at Wren as he demanded food. Wren looked at Zane with a betrayed look written all over his face, "W-what happened to you, Zane?" Wren said shakily, but Zane replied with a nasty comment, "What are you deaf? Does starving make you lose your hearing?" He spun his chair to look at Wren, ignoring the hurt engraved into his eyes. "Idiot.." Zane muttered and turned back to his monitor, it was a stab to Wren's gut to see and hear Zane act this way, but he knew he was too weak to do anything about it.
Wren went to the kitchen, now feeling numb and already used out, he made a plate of three grilled cheeses for Zane since he knew he was burdened with gluttony, he came back and placed the plate in front of Zane who was watching a chick's detached head get fucked. Wren took one glance at the screen then hid his face, looking away. "No, I want you to watch it." Zane said while jerking off, he wanted Wren uncomfortable, it excited him. Wren uncovered his face slowly, and stood there, watching it. It was an embarrassing sight, a now forced puppy-wife was nude watching gruesome porn with his "husband". Zane whispered nasty words as he came, then didn't even bother to clean up before eating. Wren sat down onto Zane's bed, unable to look anywhere but at him.
Zane quickly emptied the plate then turned to Wren, already horny again, he got up and flipped him over doggy-style. Wren didn't want this, no he wanted none of it. It was the first time he protested, "N-no, Zane please— A-anything but this. Please.." Wren begged, but Zane didn't care, instead he punched Wren's back and entered in him dry. It made his hole forcefully expand, and he couldn't help but scream, since it hurt like a bitch. "Shut the fuck UP!" Zane said as he spanked Wren but he wouldn't stay quiet, he continued to beg and cry. Zane had enough of it and pulled out of Wren, making the stupid puppy feel "heard". But it was obviously not what Zane had planned, he was ripping off a piece of duct tape, he taped Wren's wrists, "Please— Please Z-zane n—" Wren was cut off by his mouth being duct taped. Zane entered back into Wren, and stuffed his face into the pillow as he dry-fucked the poor boy.
Soon after Zane came, he didn't feel complete, he needed to make Wren cum too. Or even force him if he needed to, he flipped Wren over to see the pillow soaked with tears, and Wren's face red with exhaustion. Zane grabbed a boxed up vibrator and unboxed it, it was brand new, clearly intended for use on Wren. Wren's protests were muffled by tape, and the vibrator hummed to life, Zane was silent, and pressed it to Wren's unwilled hard on, he grazed it over the tip before pressing it hard, which made Wren throw his head back and wiggle his hips trying to stop Zane, it only made it worse. Zane continued until a forced orgasm came out of Wren, which made him roll his eyes back and cry. "Looks like you liked it" Zane teased, Wren shook his head vigorously. Zane ripped the tape off Wren's face, which made him scream in pain, his scream was cut short by a slap to the face, "What did I say about being quiet?" Zane yelled in close proximity to Wren's face. He stayed silent, sniffling and nodding.
After weeks of relentless abuse, Wren was so mentally worn out. "Make me a sandwich." Zane said to Wren who was on the couch, trying to catch an ounce of sleep. "Okay." Wren replied back monotone, the life was sucked out of him. He got up and went to the kitchen, he stared at a nearby knife, before grabbing it. He bolted to Zane who was trying to get comfy on the couch, stabbing him directly in the neck, he grunted and reached to grab Wren. Wren twisted the knife, making him gurgle on his own blood, the sight was so gruesome. Wren turned the knife, rummaging it down the sides of Zane's neck, slowly beheading him with weak strength. Wren groaned and panted as he detached Zane's head, he collapsed to the ground sobbing, his grip loosened on both Zane's head and the knife.
Wren weakly stood, his knees shaking, he knew what he did and he knew he had the right to do what he did. He stepped shakily to Zane's bedroom, still crying, he grabbed the keys to the drawer that held all his belongings. He grabbed his phone and struggled as he called the police, "H-hello? I- I k-killed my abuser.." Wren said in between sobs.