Playing with power //// Frerard

Bang bang

Frank gazed nervously at Gerard as the older man strolled past him up the stairs. Frank was coming down for breakfast but Gerard didn't so much as glance at him as he walked by. It had been three days since he had warned Frank things were starting to get stricter and he had kept to his word. Now he showed Frank little affection, he acted like he was invisible half the time and Frank couldn't deny he was finding it hard.

He was really starting to realise how good Gerard had been to him before. Being treated like this hurt more than any of his other punishments, even from his old masters. He just wanted Gerard to show that he cared like he used to, he didn't want to be just a dog.

Frank sighed as he walked through to the dining room and timidly took his place at the table. Mikey, Ray and Bob were already there, tucking into their bacon and eggs. Bob and Ray ignored Frank like they always did but Mikey was quick to stare at him as he sat down. Mikey had been prone to scowling at Frank more than usual since Gerard had let him get away with the whole Jamia thing without, in Mikey's opinion, a real punishment. Mikey still hadn't said anything to Frank about it, but Frank got the feeling that was probably only because Gerard had told him not to.

Frank kept his head bowed and his mouth shut as he waited for the chef to bring his food to him. He used to get the same meals as everyone else but now he was always given something different. Today though he was surprised to find a bacon sandwich get placed infront of him. The past three days it had been simple porridge, but Frank wasn't feeling grateful over the change.

"Erm... excuse me," Frank spoke quietly, his voice tiny and timid as he touched the chef's arm when he went to turn away. "I thought you knew, I'm a vegetarian." He whimpered, his heart racing. It wasn't the chef he was afraid of, but Mikey's deep stare made him feel nervous. The chef had never served him meat before, why was he starting now?

The chef glanced at Frank apologetically but simply continued walking away, Mikey smirking as he gazed at Frank's confused, distraught expression as the chef left the room. Frank could smell the bacon infront of him and he felt sick to his stomach.

"What's the matter Frankie?" Mikey cooed from across the table, spearing some of his own bacon onto his fork and grinning as he put it into his mouth and chewed slowly. "Don't you like your little treat?" He asked sweetly once he had swallowed the meat, Frank gulping softly. He knew that this was all Mikey's doing, Gerard may have been treating him differently but he wouldn't play with him like this.

"You know I'm a vegetarian." He whispered quietly, terrified to be attempting to stand up to Mikey but he wasn't about to just let his morals slip. He didn't want to eat meat, he wanted no part in the slaughter of animals. He supposed for someone like him, who ached for nothing more than freedom, the idea of animals being kept in captivity to ultimately be killed just made his stomach flip sickeningly. It didn't seem fair and he didn't want to eat the corpse put in front of him.

"Then don't eat it." Mikey said simply, shrugging and continuing to eat his own breakfast as Frank's stomach rumbled pitifully and he stared down at the sandwich. He was terribly hungry but he felt no desire for the flesh between the bread and so he simply did as Mikey suggested and pushed the plate away.

To accompany his sandwich he had nothing but a glass of water, the same as the past three days, and he sighed as he miserably picked up the glass and downed the cool liquid.

Gerard had started eating his meals alone, ensuring that he didn't have to sit with Frank when he ate. This seemed to be working out well for Mikey since it left him free to torture the boy however he liked over meal times. Frank supposed not being able to eat anything that morning was a blessing since as soon as he finished his water he was free to leave the dining room.