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The flesh around Frank's neck was rotting and causing Sweet Pea to bark up at his master who was hanging from a butchers hook in the bedroom of a 14 year old girl. The walls were pasted in countless My Chemical Romance posters, but encrusted with dried blood and faeces, reading "MCR SAVED MY LIFE"
Gerard jerked awake at Sweet Peas yelps and was praying that this was just a vivid nightmare, but when he looked down at his hands and feet, tied together around a bed post he knew it was real, and all the horrors really had happened. He felt something looking at him and squinted his eyes up at the top of the bed post. Remembering what it was he turned his head and vomited down himself, began whimpering and sang "When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city..."
Ray Toro's eyes were glazed over as his head was forced onto the sharpened bedpost. His body was carelessly thrown in the corner, where Sweet Pea had began chewing at his toes. Gerard continued singing but heard a lock turn somewhere downstairs. He began crying hysterically and wet himself, making his grey skinny jeans even tighter.
She'd be here soon, and then it would start all over again.
A short girl with glasses and a pixie crop swung open the door and sang "Honey, I'm home." Gerard couldn't meet her gaze as she skipped towards him. "What's wrong, sweetie? Miss your little homofuck?" She said, pointing to Frank.
Gerard lifted his head weakly.
"He wasn't my-" The girl slapped him hard across the face.
"I'M SORRY WHAT WAS THAT? I COULDN'T HEAR YOU."
"He wasn't a homo" he said, his voice shaking.
"Oh baby, but all those stories. All the songs. And the kiss. You can't deny the kiss. And he told me himself, you know. Our little Frankie told me how he used to fuck you" said the girl, smiling, almost nose to nose with her prisoner.
She got up and pulled a small key out of her pocket. There was a cupboard in the corner filled with her toys. Toys for her games. Knifes, chainsaws, needles, acid, cleavers. Drugs and whips. Chains and masks. Even the occasional dildo. And more. Oh, so much more.
She unlocked the cupboard and took her pick. She pulled out a meat cleaver and held it to the light. Sharp. Very sharp.
"Where is Mikey?"
"What was that, faggot?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MIKEY" Gerard screamed hysterically.
"Don't worry, baby. He's just in the bathroom. Finishing his milk."
"NIKKAY, IF YOU HURT HIM-"
"Now, now, faggot. What did I say to call me?"
Gerard dropped his head, defeated. "Mistress. Please, don't hurt him."
"Oh, I won't hurt him." Nikkay said playfully.
Gerard raised his head.
"But you will."
Gerard jerked awake at Sweet Peas yelps and was praying that this was just a vivid nightmare, but when he looked down at his hands and feet, tied together around a bed post he knew it was real, and all the horrors really had happened. He felt something looking at him and squinted his eyes up at the top of the bed post. Remembering what it was he turned his head and vomited down himself, began whimpering and sang "When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city..."
Ray Toro's eyes were glazed over as his head was forced onto the sharpened bedpost. His body was carelessly thrown in the corner, where Sweet Pea had began chewing at his toes. Gerard continued singing but heard a lock turn somewhere downstairs. He began crying hysterically and wet himself, making his grey skinny jeans even tighter.
She'd be here soon, and then it would start all over again.
A short girl with glasses and a pixie crop swung open the door and sang "Honey, I'm home." Gerard couldn't meet her gaze as she skipped towards him. "What's wrong, sweetie? Miss your little homofuck?" She said, pointing to Frank.
Gerard lifted his head weakly.
"He wasn't my-" The girl slapped him hard across the face.
"I'M SORRY WHAT WAS THAT? I COULDN'T HEAR YOU."
"He wasn't a homo" he said, his voice shaking.
"Oh baby, but all those stories. All the songs. And the kiss. You can't deny the kiss. And he told me himself, you know. Our little Frankie told me how he used to fuck you" said the girl, smiling, almost nose to nose with her prisoner.
She got up and pulled a small key out of her pocket. There was a cupboard in the corner filled with her toys. Toys for her games. Knifes, chainsaws, needles, acid, cleavers. Drugs and whips. Chains and masks. Even the occasional dildo. And more. Oh, so much more.
She unlocked the cupboard and took her pick. She pulled out a meat cleaver and held it to the light. Sharp. Very sharp.
"Where is Mikey?"
"What was that, faggot?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MIKEY" Gerard screamed hysterically.
"Don't worry, baby. He's just in the bathroom. Finishing his milk."
"NIKKAY, IF YOU HURT HIM-"
"Now, now, faggot. What did I say to call me?"
Gerard dropped his head, defeated. "Mistress. Please, don't hurt him."
"Oh, I won't hurt him." Nikkay said playfully.
Gerard raised his head.
"But you will."
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