Tell Me Where We Go From Here

Chapter Two

Little did Gerard know how early Frank would be waking up. But little did Frank know anything that was going on. Frank opened his eyes to- darkness. He tried to reach a hand up and wipe the sleep away from his face but immediately got stopped by his hands already being above his head but also.. chained? He realized they felt like they were hand cuffed in. How did he know what handcuffs felt like? That was a story for another time.

With that realization Frank's heart began to race. Thoughts of what could be going on exactly, who did it, more importantly /why/, raced through his mind. It was dark, too dark for Frank. You couldn't see what's in the dark- unless your a cat but that's besides the point. You didn't know what was there or what was going on. The unknown was truly feared. Not only was Frank chained or hand cuffed up, in the god-damn dark, he was also freezing. His arms and legs were sure to be covered in goosebumps. His teeth began to chatter, he was scared for his life- with good reason. Being cold didn't help anything, not even distract him, it just added to the madness. He got sick so easily.

He felt like screaming out, yelling for help, for someone to come and comfort him because fuck, being alone was not something he liked or was used to. At home he had dogs to keep him company; when he did have human company, friends, usually the occasional fuck and cuddles after was sure something he could use right now.

He'd invite friends over, yes most of them were boys and sure as hell he had fucked and been fucked by more then a few of them. But that was just the type of friendship he and his friends had. He had needs, they had needs and the occasional fuck and stay the night routine was nothing far from normal. Of course it didn't mean he was gay- no Frank Iero was anything but gay. Two guys taking care of their sexual needs and helping each other out had nothing gay to do with it. Or at least that's how Frank saw it.

That reminded Frank- his dogs! His dogs were still in the bathroom at home. He hadn't gotten a chance to let them out feed them or give them their daily love. For fucks sake Frank was more worried about the condition of his dogs then his own life right now. He just assumed he had some crazy one night stand and he was stuck in the dark now, he didn't really remember much and he felt groggy as hell.

Frank had been thinking instead of anything productive for hours now. That tends to happen when you're in shock. A loud echoing clink noise went through the basement as the door slowly began to open. Rays of eye splitting light entered the room blinding Frank momentarily. At least he now knew he wasn't in a dungon- although if that was the case he would probably have been in better hands.

Frank's eyes finally adjusted to the light hearing the sound of a door shutting and a person, a man; not just a man but the man from yesterday- his kidnapper. Fuck was he groggy but he started to remember it all now. It took Frank a moment to process what had happened. Sure he was short and looked like an emo twink all around but he sure as hell wasn't; and he sure as hell wasn't a child. But even with that factor, he had been kidnapped.

The man, and more importantly Frank's kidnapper began to speak after clearing his throat. "Good morning Frankie, how'd you sleep last night?" Gerard said with a sadistic smirk looking down at the twenty year old. Frank's breath caught in his throat, he knew his name-... "I-I how do you know my-" Frank was oh so politely cut off by Gerard. "I expect you to answer my questions as soon as I finish asking. Anyways, your name? Don't worry about that. I know plenty about you; Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. Born on October 31st to a perfectly happy couple. In fact I even know what your thinking right now, you're afraid and confused but I can assure you honey, it's only begun and sure as fucking hell only gets worse from here."

Frank was left speechless. Starring up at Gerard his bottom lip quivering eyes darting around for an impossible escape. "What are you going to do to me- I- just let me go...." Frank let out in a small whiny whisper. It was a long shot but of course you'd have a chance at freedom by simply /asking/ your kidnapper to let you go right? Wrong. Especially with someone like Gerard who was sure as hell going to ruin and not to mention end your life.