Gerard is angry. His blood is pounding in his ears and he ignores every one of his subordinates that try to ask him what he's doing with the new guy. He draws his gun and takes the safety off. They back off. Frank is fighting his hardest, he can tell, but he's losing faith. Gerard takes him lower than he's been in almost two years. He doesn't go lower than he has to. The lower they go, the narrower the halls get. The ceilings get almost a foot lower.
Suddenly Frank isn't struggling at all. He's hyperventilating and clawing weakly at the smooth walls as Gerard opens the last door in the lowest section of the entire complex. It's a large room that the door leads to. In the center is a single metal table, pretty much an operating table. The only things in the room other than the table are the cuffs on the table for ankles and wrists and the small tray next to the head of it, holding an assortment of silver objects that will probably inflict more pain than they look like they would.
Gerard ignores Frank's desperate struggles to get past him, back out the door. But Gerard knows it locks from the outside. Only Gerard has a key. He drags Frank by the hair to the table, putting one wrist in the shackle before forcing him face-down onto the table, capturing his other wrist and restraining that one as well.
Frank kicks, desperate to fight to the end, but Gerard knows that Frank is going to give up. He wouldn't have gotten so far if he didn't understand how the human mind worked. When faced with complete and utter inability to escape a life-threatening situation, the victim will usually give up after a while. This was no exception.
"See, Frank?" He chides. "All this because you wouldn't let me clean a bit of coffee off of you. You can trust me, Frank. I thought I could trust you. I guess not." He picks up a pair of scissors and grabs the hem of Frank's shirt.
Frank's ears are met with the sound of fabric tearing as Gerard cuts his shirt off, exposing his olive skin to the superior man, who takes in the sight with cold hazel eyes. His fingers ghost over the jack o lantern and the Keep The Faith that are tattooed between Frank's shoulders and down to the Search Destroy with guns that peek around his waist. Gerard can't help but wonder what other works of art Frank has on the other side or anywhere else.
"Your skin..." He begins, laying a warm hand on Frank's icy skin, "Is so flawless... It's a shame, what I'm about to do to it... But don't worry, it won't scar. I'm not aiming to permanently mark you, not yet. Think of this as a warning." He quickly grabs a small knife and gently presses it to the small of Frank's back. He tenses and a thin stream of blood appears around the metal. Frank can feel it. Gerard laughs and presses his lips near Frank's ear.
"The best part is, you can't scream." But even if Frank could, it wouldn't make the next two hours any less painful. He feels empty needles, knives and hot irons of all kinds pressed into his skin in a way that barely made the red liquid come to the surface. But just enough for Frank to experience waves of pain that shoot to the base of his neck and down to his feet. Each new laceration or cut leaves him closer and closer to collapsing against the table.
He does, in the end, much to Gerard's pleasure... When he finally sees Frank's back muscles relax, he puts down the knife he was holding. Frank's head is turned towards him. His mouth is open slightly and tears and slipping silently down his face and onto the metal beneath. Gerard grabs a small towel and lays it across Frank's back before pushing Frank's hair out of his eyes.
He doesn't want to see Frank like this, but he deserved it, Gerard knew. If he was going to stay here-with or without his consent-he was going to submit. Forced or not, Gerard knew it had to be done.
"Sorry, Frankie... Just don't run away anymore, got it?" Frank nods numbly. He's not even sure he heard Gerard at all, he's too broken and in too much pain to anything but agree. He could have just agreed to sell his soul or take place in a Satanic ritual and he wouldn't have noticed. Gerard sighs and watches as Frank's eyes slip shut before undoing the bonds and gathering him in his arms.
