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

Chapter 64

Tony's POV:
I will never be able to live with myself after what I've done. I feel violently ill. The world around me is messed up and I can't help but feel as if a weight is holding my shoulders down.
I stumble into a liquor store and pick up 5 cases of beer.
I slam each one down on the counter, the lady doesn't even bother with ID, I suspect it's because she feels sorry for me.
I look terrible. My skin is pale and flaky and my eyes have large bags around them.
I can't sleep or eat, how could I? knowing I was at fault for whatever sick and twisted things were happening to Gerard.
It gave me joy when I heard his cries for help and I did nothing to save him while his unconscious body was being dragged away.
I am a monster! But am I? Is this really all my doing?
My mind was so fragile, so... Pure before Frank started to manipulate it and turn it against me.
This insanity is something I feel I can blame him for, finally I can have another thing to blame on him, on that fucking psycho that I fell in love with.
Gerard was worth nothing more to me than what Frank was when he raped me.
Frank plays the victim card with me, idiot... He has no idea what wreck I wish to bring upon him.
But instead of inflicting my revenge on Frank I've helped a mentally unstable girl get to Gerard and drag him all the way to hell. I've damned him in her flames.
I still deserve the title of a human being though, even through the evil acts I have coerced under the devil's force.
I still deserve to be me! To leave this place behind and walk with freedom on my back out of this shithole city... I hate it here, I have no time for this town anymore, I'll see this place in ruins, smoke and all.
I have this crazy idea about my so called best friend Alice... What has she ever done? Besides turn everyone against me. I should've slit her pretty little throat when I had the chance, but then again, I was never really given the chance to do it.
I start to think about Alice's lips, clashing with Frank's. It disturbs me so much when I think about it but it's the only thing I can think about of late.
I want to stab her in the back and drag the blade, I want to rip out her organs and make her ugly, so Frank will never look at her the same way again.
I quickly slap myself as I carry the cases of alcohol out the door.
I see a man with a ski mask on, he's breaking the windows on a car and trying to steal it.
He looks at me and I scream.
I try to run but I feel a stabbing pain in my back. I tumble and scream as he get's on top of my back, slowly twisting the knife deeper into my back.
My blood spills onto his hands and he holds the blade to my throat.
"Scream now bitch! Scream now!" he harshly mocks me "oh help me! Help me!" his voice becomes clear and I pull off the mask.
"Frank! Frank please" I plead.
"Stop sayin shit lady" he yells at me. I pull his lips to mine and he starts to push against me, kissing me aggressively.
The man pushes me off him and runs away.
I get up off the ground and take his knife off the cement.
I lift it to my throat and begin to cry.

Gerard's POV:
I wake up next to that girl again, she's hugging me, her legs are strategically linked with mine.
I stare at her closed eyes until I decide she's not going to open them.
I quickly yank the covers off my body, speed is my friend in here.
The girl starts kissing my chin in her sleep. I roll my eyes and raise my body slowly as I make my way up to the bedpost. I remember that I need a key and slowly lower myself to her breasts. Her bra has a hook in the front, easy enough. I try to reach it with my hands but to no avail.
I decide there's only one more way I can do this.
I stick my tongue out slowly through my teeth.
As I start to unhook her bra with my teeth I realize that she's starting to wake up.
I pull myself up to her and rest my head on hers as I wait for her to awaken.
She moves her hand lower in her sleep, just above my crutch.
I breathe deeply and wait for a little while, until I think she's asleep.
I go again, starting to unhook her bra in the front, a sharp piece of metal, from the hook jabs my teeth making them bleed. I gasp with shock and a little bit of pain.
I lick my teeth and spit my blood on the floor.
She stirs in her sleep and turns away from me, I immediately pull her back. She faces my way but she's still asleep, or at least I hope she is.
Without any hesitation I feel around the bra with my mouth. Nothing.
I hear her giggle.
"Wow, I didn't even have to be with you a whole day and you're undressing me in my sleep" she laughs.
I glare at her for a while but I decide to be... Seductive instead of making trouble.
I smile at her.
"Come on and untie me baby, I'm getting bored here" I whisper in a sexy deep voice. Yeah I called my voice sexy! It is... When I want it to be.
The girl rubs my chest and slaps me.
"Ow, what the fuck!" I exclaim.
The girl gives me a grave glare and kisses me passionately.
"Don't think you can get out that easy" she scolds as she massages my shoulders. I moan and she seems surprised.
I look away from her as she kisses my neck.
"You've been a very bad Gerard" she says as she crawls off the bed and reaches under it.
She pulls out a small table of surgery equipment.
I scream in terror instantly.
She laughs.
"Call me Dr Drew" she tells me.
"What's your real name?" I shakily ask her as I rattle at the chains on the bedposts.
She smiles at me with an evil smile.
"Why Gerard, it's quite interesting that you are so scared of my equipment, these tools won't bite well some of them won't" she laughs maniacally.
I scream at her.
"Give me your name you fucking sicko!" I demand and struggle on the bed.
"My name is actually Mrs Way" she psychotically laughs.
I laugh sarcastically.
"Come here bitch! Come here so I can strangle the fuck out of you! This is your idea of a marriage, you want me to be locked away as if I'm your submissive boy toy?!" I yell at her.
She starts to laugh again and walks closer to me.
"Fine then, you bad man" she puts the gag in my mouth again and I watch as she decides from all of the sharp tools at her disposal. I feel tears as she takes out a syringe. I scream and plead the second she puts the syringe to my neck.
"Please, please don't do this, I will do anything but this, please" I beg her. She takes the syringe away from my neck and kisses my cheek.
"Alright honey, I won't use it this time but if you misbehave again I'll be forced to use it" she smiles as she explains her rules.
I roll my eyes being the rebellious dickhead that I am.
Fuck! She's gonna do it now, I know she is.
She slaps me and I wait for a sharp pain in my neck.
She instead gently wipes my neck.
"Thank you" I thank her with a muffled and tired tone.
"Next time I won't be so kind" she glares into my eyes.
"Well there won't be a next time, because I want to be an angel" I sniff and blink away my tears "For you, just for you" I continue as I smile and close my eyes, my smile is fake.
"LIAR!" The girl exclaims as she takes a scalpel from the small table of tools.
"No, what are you doing..." what I'm about to say pains me so much "Sweetheart" I finish.
This seems to anger her more.
"Stop it! Stop your lying you fucking liar!" She screams at me.
Before I can react she takes the scalpel between her thumb and index finger.
She rushes to my wrist.
"A cut for every time you lie Gerard!" She screams at me making three horrizontal cuts across my wrist.
They hurt, and the blood is dribbling down my arm, dying the pillow under my head red.
The stinging gets worse and I've had enough.
"Why don't you just fucking kill me?!" I yell with rage "or better yet, you can fucking kill yourself!" I shout at her. She starts crying.
"I know you're unhappy Gerard but you have to listen to me, I can't let you go, I'm so lonely and I need someone like you..." She starts but I interrupt her pity party the minute it starts.
"Shut the fuck up, don't you confide in me! I'm your victim" I look into her wattery eyes as she runs her fingers over the cuts she made "I am not your fucking friend" I finish as I watch her explode into tears.
I DON'T CARE! You don't deserve my sympathy.