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*Blake's pov*

I dragged the guy by the back collar of his shirt and pulled him down the stairs, not really interested on how his body thumped with each step.

"Ahh!! Blake!! Be careful with him, don't ruin his perfect body!!"

Luca called out from in front of me. He was setting up a table in the kitchen basement, lining up his equipment and supplies. I honestly didn't like the nostalgic atmosphere of the basement.

"Too many memories of this place.."

I grunted, feeling annoyed now that I remember things I didn't want to.

"Hmm? Did ya say something??"

I sighed and lifted the dude and placed him ontop of the table. I then pulled a chair and sat down.

Although I hated the memories, I always admired the pipsqueak doing what he does best, I only leave when it gets gross.

"Oh my floss, I still can't believe , Isaac got me one."

"Got you one of what?"

Luca faced me and stretched his arms out pointing at the unconscious boy on the table. A big wide grin plastered his face.

He then walked towards the sink on the far left and began washing his hands.

"Candy sticks , I almost forgot!! Could you send Cyrus a message to check on our darling. I made a delicious snack for her, tell him to take it to her."

He approached tying an apron around him. I did as he told and then kept watching.

"Alrighty! Let's begin. His jawline is really shaped nicely , especially his body. I bet his weight is the same as Isaac's."

I watched as he started removing the boy's shirt and how he ran his hands along the boys face down his body, almost caressing it.

"Just imagine it's Isaac."

I say bluntly, Luca smiled at the comment , taking out a scalpel.

"If it was Isaac, I wouldn't bother looking at his face , I'd just cut his dick off and settle with just that."

I chuckled at the minor hate towards the red head. It was true, we all kinda hated the guy, but he's the reason we became a group.

Isaac and I met on the first day of middle school. The prick started a fight the first day he arrived.

I'll never forget the busted eye I gave him, if it's one thing that had me surprised back then, was his endurance and determination.

Now, it's fucking annoying.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

I asked as Luca stepped away from the table. He slowly put the scalpel in his apron pocket and faked a smile.

Soon after that, a few grunts came from the boy on the table, I turned my focus to him to see him waking up. Before I could rise from my seat, Luca held a hand out and issued me to sit back down.

***

*Noah's pov*

'fuck...'

I opened my eyes to a blinding light above me. I was ontop of something, it felt like metal and was ice.

'my head...those bastards..'

I got up slowly , and looked around.

A small blond guy on my left , stood staring at me. He had an apron on and a nervous smile. There was another dude in the room, he sat in the corner and just stared at me.