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Frank's POV
"Frankie," I awoke to a soft voice purring my name. "Wake up slut," my eyelids shot open, my body almost going into a state of shock when I remembered where I was. My captor stood above the bed, glaring at me with his glistening eyes. A smug, devilish look etched onto his face.
"P-please don't," I whimpered, my voice barely audible in my mostly sleep deprived state. Gerard threw a dirty look my way and rolled his eyes at my pathetic, sniveling state.
"I'm not going to rape you," he sighed in a sarcastic tone, "It's first thing in the morning, I figured you'd need a wash or some food or something." I managed a feeble nod of my head, realising that I had completely forgotten about eating or washing.

Gerard bent down over me, his thick, black coat brushing up against my skin. I quivered, whimpering a little as he brushed a particularly sore bruise. "Oh shut the fuck up and quit whining," Gerard snapped as he carefully undid my handcuffs. My arm retracted immediately, wrapping itself around my injured body. Gerard huffed at me, standing up and pacing away from the bed. "Everything's locked so don't think about escaping," he told me, raising an eyebrow as his eyes wandered over my naked body. I felt so exposed, trying to hide myself with my arms as he nibbled on his bottom lip. He giggled a little, "Oh, and you're stupid if you think you're getting clothes." he smirked, "You're still my whore y'know."

I gulped, trying to suppress the pure humlilation and feeling of defeat. Gerard turned away and walked towards the door, leaving me in the room. "Find your own way around," he added as he began to walk out.
"Wait!" I pleaded, my sudden outburst causing him to whip around, his eyes burning into me. "A-anna..." I mumbled. He just stared at me, raising an eyebrow in a way I could only describe as seductive. He said nothing, just walked out, closing the door softly behind him.

As soon as he'd left, it felt like a huge weight had been shifted off me. I shot up, my legs reciveing a terrible dose of 'pins and needles' as they were used again for the first time in what had 'felt' like days! I stumbled over to the small desk in the corner of the room, satring at my reflection in the mirror. My skin looked pale, my face lifeless. My eyes looked bloodshot and sore, their redness matching the numerous red patches all over my body. I shakily ran a hand through my hair, which was now a flicky mess. I didn't even look alive, but I guess it was understandable after the night I'd had!

I stumbled over to the door that Gerard had left through as my legs began to regain consciousness. I felt a cold breeze hit me as I wandered into a narrow hallway. The walls were a dull burghundy, the hallway only stretched a few metres. My feet padded onto the rough carpet, I winced as it scratched them. I could only see three doors, not including the one I had just come through. I paced over to the one closest to me, my heart rate increasing rapidly. I hoped and wished that when I opened it, Gerard would not be there. 'Just do it!' my mind urged me, my hand pulling down on the door handle without consulting my brain. The door flung open, I held my breath.

I sighed in relief when I noticed Gerard wasn't there. I had opened the door to a large, tiled bathroom. The surfaces were tiled with shiny, cream slates. I stepped onto the floor, expecting a cold shock, but instead to my relief realising that the floor was heated. My eyes were instantly drawn towards a huge, marble shower. It looked as if it could've fit at least ten people in it. I stood staring at it for a while, worries swirling in my head. 'What if he didnt want me to use this? What if he hurts me again for using it?' but after a while, I just stepped in. I was already naked, so what harm could a little hot water do. I shook as I stepped into the open space. I felt physically sick with fear and paranioa, but I guess when I was all cleaned up I could leave. Even if Gerard would'nt allow me to, I could escape,I could take him on in a fight couldn't I? I pushed a shiny, silver button and heavenly, hot water came gushing down, soaking every inch of me. I sighed as the warm, relaxing feeling washed over me. The water at just the right tempreature not to get scalded and falling at just the right speed not to aggitate my bruises. I let meself relax as much as I possibly could, trying to wash away the terror, the paranioa and the thoughts of me being trapped forever.

"Hey Frankie," I heard a soft, but terrifying voice purr from behind me. I shot around to see Gerard stood infront of me, completely unclothed. I stumbled, almost falling over as a sensation of pure dread washed over me. "No, n-no, please don't.." I stuttered desperately. Gerard pressed a finger to my lips to silence me.
"Well when I heard the shower going I realised that you were only a few metres away from me, all hot and wet and..." his eyes traced over my body "So fucking sexy..."