Frank Iero, the mafia boss, only knew one method: his own. Frank was both respected and feared because of his violent nature and was widely recognized as a sadist.
Then, Gerard Way entered Frank's life by chance, with fate leading Frank to win the a...
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Tears streamed down Gerard's cheeks as he huddled in the cold darkness of the basement cage, his body trembling with pain and exhaustion. With a whimper of pain, Gerard shifted uncomfortably, the movement sending waves of agony coursing through him.
His entrance throbbed with a dull ache and blood pooled beneath him, staining the cold concrete floor of the cage with crimson. Gerard could feel the warm trickle of blood running down his thighs and through blurred vision, Gerard could see nothing but darkness stretching out before him.
With a choked sob, Gerard buried his face in his hands, his body racked with shuddering sobs as he cried out in anguish. He had never felt so helpless, so utterly powerless.
Frank lounged naked on his bed, the scent of smoke hanging heavy in the air as he took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke with a satisfied sigh. Beside him, a woman hastily pulled on her bra as she prepared to leave.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Frank reached for his wallet, retrieving a large wad of cash and tossing it onto the bed beside the woman. "For your troubles," he said nonchalantly as he watched her gather her belongings.
The woman nodded appreciatively, her eyes gleaming with greed as she scooped up the money, stuffing it into her purse with practiced ease. "Thanks, daddy," she murmured as she turned to leave and Frank's lips curled into a lazy smirk as he watched her go. To him, she was nothing more than a fleeting distraction.
As the door closed behind her with a soft click, Frank settled back against the pillows, the faint echo of her footsteps fading into the distance. "Dan!" Frank shouted.
Frank's underlings heard it immediately and their footsteps echoing in the space as they entered. With a stern gaze, Frank fixed his men with a penetrating stare. "What's the status on Gerard?" he demanded and the underlings exchanged uneasy glances before one of them spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. "Gerard is still in the basement, sir," he replied. "He's... he's not doing well."
Frank's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, 'not doing well'?" he pressed and the underling swallowed hard, his eyes flickering nervously as he struggled to find the words. "He's... he's sobbing, sir," he explained. "And he's covered in blood. He... he refuses to drink or eat."
Frank's jaw clenched at the news. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "Get him some medical attention," Frank ordered. "And make sure he eats and drinks, even if you have to force him." The underlings nodded in understanding as they hurried to carry out Frank's orders.
Frank strode into the kitchen, his bare chest adorned only by a silk robe and a pair of boxers and Ronnie stood by the counter, a smug grin stretching across his face as he watched Frank's approach. "Morning, Frankie," Ronnie greeted.
"I heard about what went down with Gerard last night. You really showed him who's boss." Frank's jaw clenched at Ronnie's words, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. "It had to be done," he replied tersely and Ronnie chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Man, I wish I could have seen the look on his face when you put him in his place," he remarked.
