It's the end... (kidnapping story)

Chapter 62

Frank's POV:
The stench of rotting corpses disturbs my long sleep and I wake up in a meat locker.
I blink slowly and try to look around the cold, metal room.
I have the urge to puke up my guts when I see a large pole stretching across the ceiling with bags dangling off the rusty hooks.
I start to breath deeper and begin shaking when I examine the large sacks that are completely saturated with blood.
Where am I?
I cock my head to the right hand side, looking for Alice or Gerard.
The fact that my hands are tied down on either side of my body sends me into a fit of panic.
It's then that I realize I'm on a surgery table, which freaks me out again and on impulse I scream loudly for help.
Nobody comes in the room, there's no door...
I have no idea whether to be relieved or whether to panic more.
If there isn't a door in here, then... How did I get in?
I shutter when I look down and see that I'm almost completely naked. This is giving me a pretty good idea of what's about to happen.
I close my eyes and imagine being somewhere else, anything to distract me from the definitive torture I'm going to face in this hell.
When I open my eyes again I notice a peculiar outlined rectangle on the ceiling above.
The ceiling is the door?
I struggle on the table, it feels cold on my skin. Everything in here apart from me and the bloodied meat is metal.
The metal objects in the enclosed locker give the entire room a rather chilling effect.
I inhale a deep breath and watch as it becomes visible upon exhaling.
I look down again and notice that my feet are also tied together, but whoever did this kept my socks on.
I give my feet a worried look.
Great, socks and boxers... I think I know what this person wants more so than I thought before.
They seem to want me to be cold... And half naked... My eyes widen immediately and I start to struggle more.
I hear footsteps above the meat locker and a female voice.
I struggle again, this time I get my hands free.
One point for Frank, I smile to myself as I slowly undo the brown, leather belt that serves to hold down my torso and apparently my arms.
I quietly sit up and the table starts to roll back. I flinch as I wait for the clang of the metal table against the tile wall.
I sigh with relief as the table stops only inches from the wall.
My sigh echoes through the empty room and I quickly cover my mouth.

Gerard's POV:
I've been counting every second since I woke up in this God awful place.
My mouth has a large ball in it, attached to a string that restricts me from screaming or even breathing normally.
I hear a lot of struggling beneath me and the clash of metal. The sound of metal wheels rolling on the ground fills the otherwise quiet white room that I'm locked in.
I suspect that the rectangular outline on the floor in this large, white room leads to where ever the sounds of struggling and metal are coming from.
515 SECONDS.
Every second is a moment that my kidnapper could come in and torture me. Every minute that passes is just a small moment that I can put my anticipation at rest.
I look at the regal double bed in the corner of the room. When I look around the walls of the room, I see resemblance of an insane asylum.
The walls are white, which doesn't even brighten the room up in the way you think it would.
In fact they dim the brightness of the room if anything. And this sick individual decided it would be a good idea to put pictures all around the room of surgical procedure.
My nose physically starts to hurt when I look at a nose piercing in progress.
I look away and gag at all the blood coming from the man's nose in the picture. If I throw up, I'll be forced to swallow it because of the large ball in my mouth.
I feel like a roasted pig with an apple in my mouth, is that really what this kidnapper wants me to feel like?
I look over at the bed again and remember who kidnapped me.
I have the smallest bit of memory that I was in a black car with Alice and Frank, but then I felt a sharp pain in my neck and SHE covered my mouth.
I look down feeling like I've lost all hope.
God knows what she's done to them.
I hear Frank's screaming for help and try to cry out to him, I go to bang on the floor in attempt to contact him but I feel the rustle of chains tightening around my wrists and quickly remember that my hands are chained to the wall.
My knees are also tied together in a prisoner or slave style.
I shake with fear and look down in defeat as my black, messy, unwashed and very fucking sweaty hair clings to my face.
These attempts at trying to reach my Frank are falling short every time. I try again to contact him through the gag, screaming through the thick ball that's blocking my throat. I scream louder, again trying to yell out to him.
The druel comes out of my mouth and dribbles down my chin slowly. I continue to yell and scream through the gag.
There's a small clicking sound and the door creaks open. I stop screaming and try to keep quiet as my kidnapper enters the room and closes the door behind her, locking it and putting the key in her bra.
I look down as she walks over to me. Her heels click on the floor and I hear a loud squeak of wheels below me.
I try to listen to the floor again but nothing happens.
The girl rushes over to me and yanks my chin up to look at her.
My dribble slides down her hand and she smiles at me as she licks her saliva covered fingers.
I give her a disturbed look and throw up in my mouth.
As I thought, I'm forced to swallow my puke which makes me wanna throw it back up but I can't do that because it would be an endless cycle.
My throat burns and I can't hold it in anymore, I puke in my mouth again and start to choke.
The girl looks concerned and she removes my gag, but the minute she does I cough up all of my puke on her face.
I back into the wall, as far as I can go.
She seems annoyed and she gets some scissors from the bed side table.
As she brings them closer to my neck, I start to get more frightened and close my eyes tightly. I feel her hand on my cheek as she uses them to tear into my shirt.
She rips my shirt off and wipes her face with it.
Not fucking cool!
"I like that shirt" I protest. She simply laughs at me and starts putting the gag back in my mouth. No, I'm not doing this again. I pull away from her as she struggles to put the gag back in.
She slaps me and I feel a warm tingling sensation on my cheek, the warm sensation quickly starts to burn and I groan through the gag that she successfully managed to apply to my mouth again.
She seems to be joyful of the pain that I'm feeling from her bony fingers. They were like wooden spoons.
"I want to see Alice!" I scream to her, but the gag muffles my voice. She stares at me with a smile, having no idea what I just said.
She suddenly gets up and walks over to the bed where she sits and smiles at me.
"This is where you and I will sleep but occasionally I'll let Frank come out of the meat locker and sleep in here with you" she explains.
I say pointless things through the gag in an attempt for her to take it off.
She tries to talk and I talk over her with every chance I get.
At this point she removes the gag from my mouth out of frustration.
I cough and dribble all over her hands as she takes the gag out of my mouth.
She's so fucking sick. I look away from her, expecting her to do something disgusting.
She wipes my saliva on my bare chest. Not as gross as it could have been...
She continues.
"I'm only letting Frank in though, I don't care for that other girl" She rolls her eyes.
"Alice!" I shout defensively.
"Don't yell at me Gerard," she warns me in a grave tone "I'll punish you for it".
I gulp and look away from her.
She comes over to me again and sits beside me.
"We're going to be happy together baby, I promise" she says as she kisses my cheek, I give her a look of distain, clearly proving to be completely uninterested in being in a relationship with her.
"That's okay Gerard, if you aren't happy now, you'll learn to be soon" she chuckles and stands up.
I look at the ground sadly as she puts the gag in my mouth once again. She opens a trapdoor to the floor below and slams it shut, I hear her screaming at Frank, and Frank yelling back at her saying things about how she'll be arrested, somebody will find us, bla bla bla...
Oh poor naïve Frank, nobody will find us, nobody knows we're gone. And even if we were to be found, something tells me this chick will stop at nothing to keep us here.
I know it's a bad idea but if I could just reach the key in her bra then maybe there's hope of me and Frank getting out of here.
One question still lingers in my mind through all of this misery, where is Alice?