Frerard Pirate Kidnap

Threats

Frank was exhausted and stuck upside down on the floor. His foot was tangled with the blanket on the bed so that he was held upside down. The ropes haven't been loosened at all. Frank was tired, but he also knew he couldn't give up.

"This is bullshit!" Frank muttered to himself. The door opened and Frank heard someone laugh. Looking over he saw that Gerard was holding a plate with food on it in one hand, while the other was over his mouth trying to quiet his laughter.

"What in the name of Davy Jones have you gotten yourself into?" Gerard was looking down at Frank as he tried to sit up. Gerard set down the plate and started to head over to Frank. "Do you need some help cutie?"

"Don't come near me you shithead!" Frank sneered sitting up. Gerard smirked and grabbed one of Franks' upper arm. Pulling him up Frank let out a gasp of pain, but Gerard just ignored him and threw him on the bed.

"I brought you some food, but if you keep acting up I might not feed you until you are a little nicer." Gerard stated.

Frank looked up in panic. "You said you would never hurt me." He stammered. Gerard smiled.

"No, I will never hurt you," Frank tried to interrupt him, but he kept talking. "I will never physically hurt you. You can go at least twenty-one days without food by then you will be doing anything for food." Gerard sounded so proud of himself.

"Why do want me? There are so many other people out there who will do this stuff willingly and you won't have to waste your time on me." Frank asked.

"Well, where is the challenge in that sweetheart? You see those people will only pretend to like you for money, jewels, free passageways, and sometimes your looks. So if you take someone who hates your guts then get them to fall in love with you, it will be true and not for dumb things like the others." Gerard explained.

Frank wanted to scream that what he just said was more bored line Stockholm syndrome or that this man is crazy, but Frank was smart and bit his tongue. If he acted like he was in love with Gerard he would be able to escape sooner. Bowing his head he looked at the ground. This is going to take a lot of courage and patients, but it will be worth it in the end.

"I'm s-s-sorry I acted out. I was panicked and my arms were hurting." Frank spoke softly and quietly. Gerard looked at him in surprise not expecting to change his behavior.

"I'm sorry love, but I was afraid you would hurt yourself in a panic," Gerard explained leaning over to untie his wrist. Once they were untied Frank held them in front and rubbed them to lessen the pain. Gerard still watched Frank with a close eye.

There came a knock on the door that made Frank jump. Gerard got up and walked towards it, but right before he got there it burst open. I tall, lanky, brunette came in. Frank looked at the boy, he couldn't be more than a year older than Frank.

"Mikey what the hell?" Gerard yelled at the man who Frank now knows as Mikey. If he had to put money on it, he would have guessed they are related.

"Sorry to interrupt your moment with your new play toy," Frank opened his mouth to correct him and say he wasn't anyone's play toy, but Mikey just kept talking. "But there is a storm heading our way and I was wondering what we should do."

Gerard was immediate to his feet rushing out the door to his brother. He stopped and turned to Frank. "I'll let you off with a warning for that attitude because it's your first day here, but after this no more warnings and you will be punished. For now, there is your food and I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, he slammed the door shut and Frank heard a lock be put in place.

Frank let out a groan before sitting up and looking over towards the plate that Gerard left. It looked like it had cheese, bread, and some type of meat. Next to that there was a goblet full of water. Frank moved the meat aside and picked up the bread and goblet. Walking back to the bed Frank munched on the bread and sipped the water.

Frank was about finished wit the water when he was thrown from the bed and into the wall. Looking over he saw that most of the stuff that would have been on the shelf was now on the ground. Frank tried to stand back up only to be thrown into the side of the bed.

'This mus be the storm Mikey was warning Gerard about.' Frank thought while staying on the ground. He would rather stay on the ground then be thrown all over the room. The rocking was starting to make Frank sick and all he could do was hope it would be over soon.