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The language in the dimmer rooms,
seems to represent its light source well
how soft they speak and seem to be at peace
with the movement of the music,
and the madness that is pulling me into this
and the shades of the lamps are woven red
the light, it stains and consecrates
anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke
and haunt this place.
Frank's P.O.V.
His repulsively beautiful lips twisted to reveal a pearly grin as he leant against the wall across from me, eyes intently swallowing the dumbfounded expression that swelled about my face. Magnificently sculpted fingers tapped against the surface of the dingy cell wall behind him, skillfully drumming in tune to his patient, yet almost mocking hums. Once again I was to be left in such an awkward position, one that more or less could sentence me to the personal confinement of my putrid, burdened bedroom for yet another round of masochistic destruction. Rhetorical questions continued to plague my mind as they always did when in his presence, mutilating the composure of once sturdy thoughts, for in the matter of days this complete stranger had recovered ominous secrets in which not even the most informed of my colleagues knew about.
Almost eagerly, two years of my life were lost in a vivid ever-changing maze, years in which simply atrocious toxins had flooded and ricocheted within the dissolving walls of my arteries, melting through the nerves within my brain and tainting what was once a sane, moral mind. God, if one could only understand the disgust that consumes me as reflections of those days rotate through my irises, taunting me in their merry-go-round of corruption and deception. For two years I had awoken to the view of various pasty ceilings, damp sheets entangled about my body as continuously foreign arms lie draped upon my bruised stomach. However it was that my body slipped into these horrific situations was far beyond my conscious mind, for never would have such things been expect of myself.
Within days of his death my disoriented mind had guided me to the local bars, my pseudo confidence glowing on my overexposed flesh as an array of blue and red lights swam about my body, swelling upon my translucent skin as clumps of money landed at my feet. Extravagant yet lifeless mannequins contaminated the bar tops, their expertise bodies grinding against my own, melting into the contours of my form as we drowned in the beat of numerous vulgar songs. Such electricity trickled between our vibrant flesh as lustful eyes insatiably foraged our slippery skin, desperately calling out various names in inadequate attempts at selecting a correct one. Rough, calloused hands snaked their way up our dancing thighs, tugging at our boxer clad bodies, moaning frantic pleas as they attempted to pull us against them. Nevertheless, money lusting whores complied to such demands, crawling across the slick stage on their bruised knees, teasingly entangling their legs around their clients waist before being slammed into a nearby booth.
So many times had clammy hands jerked at my glistening body, hunger stained eyes traveling down my withered skin as they pleaded for my touch; however, I refused to give in having made a promise to myself to steer clear of such lustful situations. This rule had been branded upon my thinning flesh, effectively coating these insistent eyes in a shadow of protection, concealing the cavities of my mind from their ravenous bodies. So long had this tactic proved efficient, containing my body from the filth of another mans eager hands, that is, until my skin came into contact with his. Such an ignorant move had these hands made the day prior, drowning myself in numerous toxins so that my casing could swell upon the stage, staggering in sway of intoxication as my body sifted through crowd of other strippers.
Teasingly my body had brushed against various spectators, captivatingly engrossed in my movements as my form sifted into the audience. Within seconds dozens of voracious hands roamed the exposed skin of my body, numerous hard-on’s grinding against my lower half as my blissful moans coated their clambered eardrums. Effortlessly my body danced amongst the crowd, hips rotating more alluringly than before as my hardening cock rubbed into the thighs of ever-changing men. Within three second intervals my form was becoming entangled in yet another strangers arms, their wet mouths sloppily traveling down my bare torso and sucking the sensitive skin above my boxers. Waves of pure bliss rummaged through my veins as greedy fingers pawed at my cock, strangled moans struggling through my vocal chords as I thrust myself against random men.
Amongst the orgy of continuing pleasure a pair of hands snaked around my hips, slamming my backside into their crotch, earning an absurdly loud moan from my lungs. Velvety hands worked their way down my body as their wet mouth attacked the crook of my neck. A ragged groan escaped my lips as they grinded their hard-on against me, their fingers massaging the skin above the waistline of my boxers.
“Oh fuck!” I hissed repulsively, throwing my head back onto their shoulder as their fingers ghosted along my shaft too gently for my liking. My eyes rolled back as they wrapped their icy fingers around my dick, slowly pumping it as they continued to suck my neck. I whimpered in frustration, bucking into their hand as they slowed their pace to a painful creep, their hand barely grazing my painfully hard dick as they smirked against my skin. In a sudden blur they spun my body around, slamming their hips against mine as I let out a long ragged moan, thrusting and grinding my hips against his hard on. Through slurring vision of clumsily precise movements glimpses of beautiful hazel orbs caught my own, a mop of black hair sticking to his washed out face as his mouth hung agape, gasping and moaning a plethora of cusswords as his body worked against mine.
The sweaty bodies that had once been thrusting against me in the background had been evaporated from the room, swept up in the same whirlwind which devoured the array of lights as our entangled bodies shifted through sudden darkness. Roughly my body tumbled upon an unmade bed, all previous contact with this beautiful boy stripped clean as I lie alone on the fragrant bed sheets, writhing in dissatisfaction as my body craved his touch. A pathetic whimper escaped my lips as I struggled within my boxers, an obvious and unattended tent being pitched that begged for even the slightest bit of attention. Sneakily my hand slid down my damp skin, slipping past the line of my boxers as my fiery fingers stroked my length, a gasp falling from my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. Weight suddenly shifted across the bed below me, a shadowed figure snaking up my body and straddling my rips, removing my hands from my boxers. I whimpered at lack of touch, instinctively bucking into the strangers crotch as they moaned huskily into my ear causing me to shudder.
“Ah ah ah, no cheating, not if you want this” the man hissed, thrusting against me as I threw my head back in shear pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” the voice crooned, rotating his hips against mine. I nodded anxiously, my hand traveling to the hem of his pants, desperately fumbling with the buttons. “What was that, love?” the voice purred again, halting all movement causing me to ache for more.
“Ye-UGH!” I gasped as his hips slammed against mine harder, his wet mouth traveling up my body causing me to shudder under his touch. His intoxicating actions abruptly ceased as his beautiful eyes strung back to my own, their porcelain embers glowing through the pitch black, such beautiful ceramic orbs that seemed so much to resemble his…the man who had put me in this situation… This mans lovely eyes seemed like an exact replica as they stared intently into the depths of my soul, almost as if…
“Franklin?” I jumped, startled by the instantaneous change of atmosphere as my mind was hastily thrown back into present situations in this frigid, damp cell. Gerard’s lovely eyes examined my expression in amusement, melting into the cavities of my nearly readable psyche as my eyes stitched themselves to the ground, avoiding the intense eyes searing curiously into my flesh. “May we begin your tedious little questioning or shall we continue to ponder on such exciting thoughts?” he questioned mockingly, an atrocious smirk seeping through his words as my eyes remained adverted from his.
“We can begin questioning…” I murmured quietly, a tinge of pink dousing my cheeks as the beautiful boys face plagued my mind once more.
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Who exactly was the man that Frank ran into at the strip club all those years ago and why did he remind his eyes remind him so much of the monster who terrorized Frank?
Hmmm, opinions?
So this was a pretty shitty chapter, I know, I need to revise it and stuff, I haven't read over it yet but I will later.
Hopefully though it can give you a few more hints about Frank's past that you can pay attention too.
Anyway, comments letting me know what you think or what you think is happening would be great :D
seems to represent its light source well
how soft they speak and seem to be at peace
with the movement of the music,
and the madness that is pulling me into this
and the shades of the lamps are woven red
the light, it stains and consecrates
anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke
and haunt this place.
Frank's P.O.V.
His repulsively beautiful lips twisted to reveal a pearly grin as he leant against the wall across from me, eyes intently swallowing the dumbfounded expression that swelled about my face. Magnificently sculpted fingers tapped against the surface of the dingy cell wall behind him, skillfully drumming in tune to his patient, yet almost mocking hums. Once again I was to be left in such an awkward position, one that more or less could sentence me to the personal confinement of my putrid, burdened bedroom for yet another round of masochistic destruction. Rhetorical questions continued to plague my mind as they always did when in his presence, mutilating the composure of once sturdy thoughts, for in the matter of days this complete stranger had recovered ominous secrets in which not even the most informed of my colleagues knew about.
Almost eagerly, two years of my life were lost in a vivid ever-changing maze, years in which simply atrocious toxins had flooded and ricocheted within the dissolving walls of my arteries, melting through the nerves within my brain and tainting what was once a sane, moral mind. God, if one could only understand the disgust that consumes me as reflections of those days rotate through my irises, taunting me in their merry-go-round of corruption and deception. For two years I had awoken to the view of various pasty ceilings, damp sheets entangled about my body as continuously foreign arms lie draped upon my bruised stomach. However it was that my body slipped into these horrific situations was far beyond my conscious mind, for never would have such things been expect of myself.
Within days of his death my disoriented mind had guided me to the local bars, my pseudo confidence glowing on my overexposed flesh as an array of blue and red lights swam about my body, swelling upon my translucent skin as clumps of money landed at my feet. Extravagant yet lifeless mannequins contaminated the bar tops, their expertise bodies grinding against my own, melting into the contours of my form as we drowned in the beat of numerous vulgar songs. Such electricity trickled between our vibrant flesh as lustful eyes insatiably foraged our slippery skin, desperately calling out various names in inadequate attempts at selecting a correct one. Rough, calloused hands snaked their way up our dancing thighs, tugging at our boxer clad bodies, moaning frantic pleas as they attempted to pull us against them. Nevertheless, money lusting whores complied to such demands, crawling across the slick stage on their bruised knees, teasingly entangling their legs around their clients waist before being slammed into a nearby booth.
So many times had clammy hands jerked at my glistening body, hunger stained eyes traveling down my withered skin as they pleaded for my touch; however, I refused to give in having made a promise to myself to steer clear of such lustful situations. This rule had been branded upon my thinning flesh, effectively coating these insistent eyes in a shadow of protection, concealing the cavities of my mind from their ravenous bodies. So long had this tactic proved efficient, containing my body from the filth of another mans eager hands, that is, until my skin came into contact with his. Such an ignorant move had these hands made the day prior, drowning myself in numerous toxins so that my casing could swell upon the stage, staggering in sway of intoxication as my body sifted through crowd of other strippers.
Teasingly my body had brushed against various spectators, captivatingly engrossed in my movements as my form sifted into the audience. Within seconds dozens of voracious hands roamed the exposed skin of my body, numerous hard-on’s grinding against my lower half as my blissful moans coated their clambered eardrums. Effortlessly my body danced amongst the crowd, hips rotating more alluringly than before as my hardening cock rubbed into the thighs of ever-changing men. Within three second intervals my form was becoming entangled in yet another strangers arms, their wet mouths sloppily traveling down my bare torso and sucking the sensitive skin above my boxers. Waves of pure bliss rummaged through my veins as greedy fingers pawed at my cock, strangled moans struggling through my vocal chords as I thrust myself against random men.
Amongst the orgy of continuing pleasure a pair of hands snaked around my hips, slamming my backside into their crotch, earning an absurdly loud moan from my lungs. Velvety hands worked their way down my body as their wet mouth attacked the crook of my neck. A ragged groan escaped my lips as they grinded their hard-on against me, their fingers massaging the skin above the waistline of my boxers.
“Oh fuck!” I hissed repulsively, throwing my head back onto their shoulder as their fingers ghosted along my shaft too gently for my liking. My eyes rolled back as they wrapped their icy fingers around my dick, slowly pumping it as they continued to suck my neck. I whimpered in frustration, bucking into their hand as they slowed their pace to a painful creep, their hand barely grazing my painfully hard dick as they smirked against my skin. In a sudden blur they spun my body around, slamming their hips against mine as I let out a long ragged moan, thrusting and grinding my hips against his hard on. Through slurring vision of clumsily precise movements glimpses of beautiful hazel orbs caught my own, a mop of black hair sticking to his washed out face as his mouth hung agape, gasping and moaning a plethora of cusswords as his body worked against mine.
The sweaty bodies that had once been thrusting against me in the background had been evaporated from the room, swept up in the same whirlwind which devoured the array of lights as our entangled bodies shifted through sudden darkness. Roughly my body tumbled upon an unmade bed, all previous contact with this beautiful boy stripped clean as I lie alone on the fragrant bed sheets, writhing in dissatisfaction as my body craved his touch. A pathetic whimper escaped my lips as I struggled within my boxers, an obvious and unattended tent being pitched that begged for even the slightest bit of attention. Sneakily my hand slid down my damp skin, slipping past the line of my boxers as my fiery fingers stroked my length, a gasp falling from my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. Weight suddenly shifted across the bed below me, a shadowed figure snaking up my body and straddling my rips, removing my hands from my boxers. I whimpered at lack of touch, instinctively bucking into the strangers crotch as they moaned huskily into my ear causing me to shudder.
“Ah ah ah, no cheating, not if you want this” the man hissed, thrusting against me as I threw my head back in shear pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” the voice crooned, rotating his hips against mine. I nodded anxiously, my hand traveling to the hem of his pants, desperately fumbling with the buttons. “What was that, love?” the voice purred again, halting all movement causing me to ache for more.
“Ye-UGH!” I gasped as his hips slammed against mine harder, his wet mouth traveling up my body causing me to shudder under his touch. His intoxicating actions abruptly ceased as his beautiful eyes strung back to my own, their porcelain embers glowing through the pitch black, such beautiful ceramic orbs that seemed so much to resemble his…the man who had put me in this situation… This mans lovely eyes seemed like an exact replica as they stared intently into the depths of my soul, almost as if…
“Franklin?” I jumped, startled by the instantaneous change of atmosphere as my mind was hastily thrown back into present situations in this frigid, damp cell. Gerard’s lovely eyes examined my expression in amusement, melting into the cavities of my nearly readable psyche as my eyes stitched themselves to the ground, avoiding the intense eyes searing curiously into my flesh. “May we begin your tedious little questioning or shall we continue to ponder on such exciting thoughts?” he questioned mockingly, an atrocious smirk seeping through his words as my eyes remained adverted from his.
“We can begin questioning…” I murmured quietly, a tinge of pink dousing my cheeks as the beautiful boys face plagued my mind once more.
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Who exactly was the man that Frank ran into at the strip club all those years ago and why did he remind his eyes remind him so much of the monster who terrorized Frank?
Hmmm, opinions?
So this was a pretty shitty chapter, I know, I need to revise it and stuff, I haven't read over it yet but I will later.
Hopefully though it can give you a few more hints about Frank's past that you can pay attention too.
Anyway, comments letting me know what you think or what you think is happening would be great :D
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