A Game - Frerard

Chapter 2

Remember when I said I would write part this every day also this chapter isn't that gr8 sorry all 4 of u

Frankie's POV

I wake up and my head feels like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. My body is sweating horribly, yet I'm still uncomfortably cold. I try and shift my legs to be comfier, but my sweat made my body stick to the leather it was on, so it hurt quite a bit. I could feel my shirt had ridden up to just under my boobs, as my hip touched the leather as well. I groaned and sat up, clutching my head. I finally open my eyes and then wish I hadn't.

I'm in a car. I was sleeping in the back seat of this moving car and I don't know where it's going. I look out the window and the car is on the highway in some desert flat desert-y land.

"Good morning, princess." A smooth, yet strangely unsettling voice snaps me out of my own mind. I jump and squeak softly, turning to the front seat, where I assumed the voice had come from.

The man wore black jeans and a black jacket, and his hair was black. It was long, greasy and barely brushed his shoulders. I met his eyes in the rear-view mirror and he winked at me. I blushed and shuttered, instantly curling up on myself to try to get him to stop staring at my body.

"Don't worry, Frankie," His tone sickly sweet, "I packed you a night bag. It's by your feet. If I were a pretty girl with a body like yours, I'd want to put something on before we got to where we're heading. The boss would prefer it if you didn't get traumatized by my friends on the way to headquarters." He gestures to my suitcase that sat by my feet. I still sat, curled up in a ball in the corner of the seats by the window, not taking my eyes off of the man, afraid that he would do something crazy.

"We're in Vegas now, by the way." He says. "My name is Gerard. We're on our way to California, but we need to stop here so I can fuel up on money and shit."

"I-I'm not going anywhere." My voice comes out sounding much more scared than I wanted it to. "You can't make me do anything." Gerard chuckles darkly.

"That's very true, good job, princess." I clench my fists at the pet name. "Technically, I don't have to do anything either. I could ram this car into every person I see because, technically, no one can stop be. That doesn't mean I won't get punished." He pulls the car over and twists around in his chair, his face only inches from mine. His pale cheeks were flushed, most likely from the weird heat in the car.

"I've been given special permission to discipline you if things don't go the way I want them to." He runs one of his long, bony fingers down my leg and I grab it out of reflex. He then snatches my arm and pulls me close to him. Our faces are squished together so close I can feel his breath on my cheek.

"The only rule is, I can't permanently damage your little body." His other hand runs up my side and I squirm under his touch as he hotly whispers into my ear. "If you ever try something and I catch you, you won't be able to sit for weeks." His grip tightens. "Okay, princess?"

I'm holding back tears as I nod and squeak out a small "yes." He pushes me back onto the seat and goes back to sitting properly in the front seat.

"Get some pants on. I don't want to see any of my friends try and touch you."