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I smirked as I stared down at the young boy (who I had found out was named Frank), who was now handcuffed to the headboard of my bed. It made me tingle to think that when he woke up, he would be in an unfamilliar room and he would be completley helpless. It would be amusing to watch him try and put up a fight.

My bedroom wasn't a luxurious place, or even usually a pleasant place to sleep. In fact the only effort I had made in creating it was to place a black framed, double bed in the middle of the room and an old, wooden desk with a mirror at the far wall. I didn't actually spend much time here anyway, but today I had tried to make a bit of an effort. I paced over to the mirror, gazing at my messy, raven black hair, I had even tried to mirror the boy's black eyelier, but it hadn't turned out quite as well as his. I pulled a match from the pocket of my black blazer (which was admittedly the only peice of clothing that I was wearing) and struck it on the desk. The tiny flame flickered infront of me, for some reason it made me grin. It looked as if it were trying to escape from the match stick, to free itself, it reminded me of the boy on my bed. I lowered the struggling flame towards a single, purple candle on my desk. A new flame was born, casting a purple glow accross the room. I turned out the light.

"Mmmmh..." I heard a soft sigh come from the bed. I whipped around to see that the boy was stiring. He was awake, but still not yet fully conscious. 'Just wait untill the drugs wear off' I thought to myself. It wouldn't be long now, the men could only just get enough into him to knock him out, he really struggled. "Uhhhh..." he sighed again, moving again, slight muscles showing from his constricted arms. His eyelids began to flutter open. Now was my time to have fun.

I flung myself on top of him, placing each of my legs over one of his to make sure he couldn't move at all. My original plan was to wait for him to wake up, but I was far too excited, I was becoming increasingly impatient. I placed my hand on his bare chest, noticing how soft his skin was. I curved my fingers and dragged my fingernails down his body. "Ahhh," he cried, his eyelids sprung open. I placed my hand on his chest, his heart was pounding. I wanted to feel his fear. He saw me and I could tell by the familiar burning look in his eyes that he remembered me. "You!" he cried, "Where's Anna?" He tried to struggle, soon realising that he was completley under my power. He tugged at the handcuffs, wincing in pain as they dug into his wrists.
"You're not going anywhere Frank," I purred, he stared up at me with desperate eyes.
"How do you know my name!?" he demanded, trying to sound threatening, but he sounded perfect, he sounded like a frightened little bitch. I ignored him, staring down at his beautifully toned body. I began to nibble my lip, smiling, knowing that I could do whatever I wanted to him. "Who are you?" he asked me, tiny beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"I'm Gerard, remember that name, you'll be screaming it soon enough." I told him. He looked nausiated. I could feel his body begin to shake underneath me. I'm not sure what emotion was bubbling up inside him, it was either anger or fear, but he was about to explode.

"LET ME GO, LET ME FUCKING GO!" he screamed, "HELP!" I clenched my fist, swinging it into the side of his face. His head swung to the side. He looked up at me, a tear of blood trickling from his lip. Just that one droplet of blood excited me more than i thought was possible.

I got up onto my hands and knees, still securing his legs between mine. My face was so close to his, he shuddered as he felt my warm breath on his neck. "Now my little whore," I whispered in his ear, "You're going to have to do what I say, we don't want anything like that happening again do we?"
"A-anna..." he mumbled, sounding as if he were holding back tears.
"You do as i say and i'll take you to her," I whispered. The boy let out a small whimper, but nodded.
"Good,"I smiled, my body began to tingle. "Now let's have fun."