Desolation Row (Frerard)

When It Started

"So give me all your poison,
and give me all your pills."

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I love, admire, and adore Frank.

We married after 3 long and happy years of dating, and the wedding was just lavish. The church was decorated with red roses and an extravagant glass swan as the centerpiece. After we had said our vows, I was never happier. 

Frank. 

Frank and all of his glory. He is the most amazing human being to ever live. I sobbed uncontrollably after the service, knowing that I will spend the rest of my life with him. Nobody loved me in my school years. I was labeled fat and a loser and an emo. I self-harmed and tried to kill myself numerous times. But of course, it was before I had met Frank. My Frank.

He was there when nobody else was. He's my reason for living.

I was surrounded by family and friends, all the people I hold dear to my heart. Frank thought it was a good idea to go out to the streets and have a drink there before returning to the party.

"It'll take like ten, twenty minutes," He assured me. "Nothing to worry about."

We seemed to look ridiculous in our matching suits, walking downtown. I looked down and blushed, not liking the setting.

Then suddenly I felt something grabbing my arm. Or somebody.

It was a woman. She was tall with gaunt features. Her face was painted by an excessive amount of makeup and had a long, thin nose. Her golden-brown hair was bouncing on her shoulders and her olive skin glistened against the moonlight. This woman was pretty, yes, but her strong, gaunt features gave off an aggressive tone to her appearance.

"Can I help you?" I asked, struggling to not panic at the moment.

"Would you like to have a nice night with me, darling?" She asked in a seductive manner, but being a now-married man, I had to decline. I didn't want Frank, who's right in front of me, think that I'm unfaithful towards him at all. Looking at her bomber jacket over her lingerie and fishnets, I'll pass. I'd rather be the one wearing such clothing. (a/n Gee is kinky)

"Actually," Frank said, narrowing his eyes and walking towards her. "Could we discuss this in the alley at the moment?"

The tall woman shrugged. I follow them to the overcast alleyway so that I know what my husband will be doing with the untrustworthy woman.

Once we're at the deepest pit, Frank hits her at the side of he neck. 

Hard.

To the point where she tumbles over to on the floor on her stomach. "What the hell?!" She exclaimed. The woman attempted to get up, but Frank grabbed her wrist and pulled, snapping her elbow backwards.

The woman shrieked, but there were nobody in the streets to hear her. "Frank!" I run to his direction, where he was smiling at the poor woman. "What are you doing?!" He turned and frowned at me.

"Showing this whore what happens when she decides to sell her body," Frank replied nonchalantly, stomping on her ribs. I can only watch as the woman sobbed for mercy as Frank continued to hurt her. Then he stomps on her face, crushing her skull with a sickening crack. There was blood on the soles of his shoes. 

Frank whips out his pocketknife, the one his father gave to him on his 14th birthday. He uses it to scar her forearm, marking it "F+G" on it. Tears brimmed my eyes. Frank killed a woman.

He pushes me against the wall. He's usually rough like this during intimacy, but given the current situation, I whimpered in fear, not pleasure. He uses the dirty blade to stroke my face. "You're so hot," He mumbled, kissing my neck lightly. Frank uses his free hand to roam my body, touching everywhere, stopping at my crotch. He squeezed the spot slightly, causing me to moan, my knees going weak. 

"I'm so lucky to have you," Frank smiled, sucking on my neck, sure to leave a spot. He lifts my legs up so that it's wrapped around his waist and he grinds onto me. We moan harmoniously, the heat and the friction too much to bear. He humps me, and bites my neck.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered, my legs squeezing around Frank. I'm so hard right now, and Frank bit me so hard that there was blood drawing out of the wound. It hurt, but it only amplified the pleasure coursing around me. 

Frank came in his pants, palming me to my orgasm as well. I gasped, clutching onto Frank as I rode my orgasm. We pulled off of each other, panting and exhausted. I turned to see the corpse. I looked at Frank with wide eyes. "What are we gonna do?" I asked, my voice broken. I'm too young to go to jail. I want to spend my life with Frank, not criminals. My lower lip quivered as I realized somebody's gonna find the body. "I don't wanna go to jail!"

"And you're not going to," Frank then stomped on her body to the point where she's unrecognizable, a mess of what's supposed to look human. The woman's face was bashed in. Her ribs were broken and piercing through her skin. Her legs went the wrong position and her clothes were sprayed with red. Frank didn't get her arms, though. The arm still showed "F+G."

"There," Frank smiled at me. "Nobody will know who this whore is."

I smile at Frank, lacing my fingers with his. Frank leans in and kisses me nose, making me giggle. But then I see a man in front of us. Frank doesn't notice. I start to panic internally, maybe he had seen Frank kill her? Or worst, see us doing the frickle-frackle? "Um, Frankie?" I poke his face, making him blink.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"He saw us," I point to the man with the arm that's not holding Frank's. The man looked distressed, proceeding to run. 

"Don't worry," Frank smirked, taking out his pocketknife. "I'll keep him quiet."

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