Sex toy

Chapter 20

Warning:
This chapter will contain violence, abuse, and rape.
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Gerard's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, expecting the man to come into my room. But he didn't.
I frowned and blinked tiredly, staring at the ceiling for a moment, everything from the night before hitting me entirely.
The man wasn't there, and he had left.

Instead I was in a dark, cold room. I looked around frantically and tried to get up, but then realized my hands and legs were tied. My eyes started to water and I kicked my feet, tugging at the restrains. Where am I?
How did I get here?, I thought.

"Well, you're finally awake" A rough voice said, a small chuckled at the end of his words.

I pause, holding my breath.
I didn't want to speak, I was too afraid.

"Aw, don't look so afraid, kitten. I won't hurt you" The man said, the darkness of the room covering his identity.
I still felt afraid, because his words didn't seem so truthful. I just wanted to be with Frank again.
My eyes watered more and I squeezed them shut, biting back tears.

"Now, I just need you to answer a few questions about Frank" He said, soon walking into the light.
The man's hair was a dark brown color, and his eyes were even darker. He was wearing all black clothing and his expression was fairly calm.

"No! I won't tell you anything!" I reply.
Even though I was afraid of the man hurting me, I didn't want to put both me and Franks lives in danger because I was being stupid. That was about the worst thing that could happen at this point.

"No?" The man chuckled, tilting his head a little so he was looking at me. He walked a little closer to me and this felt oh so familiar as to when Frank did it. I winced at the memory and I looked down at the hard ground.
"You don't get to tell me no" And before I could even speak I felt his hand slap me. I squeaked softly and tears continued to form in my eyes as I sat there. The man slapped me again, and then he grabbed me roughly by my hair.
"Are you going to speak or do I have to hurt you more?" He asked, his voice now a low growl.

"No!" I replied once more, and the man shook his head and chuckled again.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You're in big big trouble" The man said, a smirk appearing on the corners of his lips. He swiftly untied my legs and arms, but left my hands tied together.
He threw me onto the ground like I was nothing, and he ripped my skirt off along with my favorite pink sweater. The one Frank dressed me in.
I whimpered softly and he pressed my face against the cold cement, and I tried my best not to burst out crying.
He took off his own shirt and it took me a while before I realized what he was going to do. I instantly felt my heart race and a few tears dropped down my face. "Please! Please don't!" I cried. I felt like I couldn't breath, and I kept gasping for air. How could I have let this happen?

The man didn't waste any time before he dropped his pants along with every other article of clothing, and he took his member out.
I didn't even try to get away, I just sat there. Waiting for it to all be over.
I bit down on my lip and yelped when I felt him ram inside of me, not even prepping me first.
Of corse it wasn't as bad, because I was now used to it. But I didn't want this at all, I wanted Frank. He owned me. I was his.
And it felt somewhat comforting in a weird way.

"This is what sluts like you get for not listening" The dark haired man spat, gripping my sides roughly enough to leave bruises as he pounded into me.

"P-please, please stop" I babbled, knowing how upset Frank would feel if he found out. And what he would do. "Please-"
I was cut off when the man covered my mouth with his hand, and my sounds became muffled.
After what seemed like forever, the man had finished. And I felt wrecked and worthless.
But it wasn't any different from how I always felt.
He pulled out of me and he put his clothes back on, but left me the way I was. I just laid on the cold ground, practically shaking from how terrified I was.

And after that, the man left. I don't really know why he did, didn't he even consider that I could try and run away somehow?