"But if I fall
Flat on my face,
Then may my bones break
Under my own weight.
But I only want the truth,
That's one thing you can't do."
T.W. Blood, Non-con.
***
(Time Skip: The night after the events of the last chapter.)
Frank's hips snapped forward and I gave a muffled scream from behind the gag. Blood soaked the mattress beneath us.
"Don't cry, baby," Frank cooed innocently. "I know you like this. Whores just like you, all they want is to get fucked. And that's all you want, huh baby? You're not happy without my cock inside you."
I sobbed, kicking out in vain, and Frank wrapped this tattooed hand around my pale throat.
"Here we go," he muttered as I began to drift into blackness. "This'll shut you up."
I woke up sobbing and whimpering. I felt Frank wrap his hands around my waist.
"What's wrong, Gee baby?" Frank asked, his tone laced with genuine concern.
I sniffle, my chest heaving. "N-nothing, Frankie. Just a nightmare." He snuggles closer to me, burying his face on my shoulder.
"Okay baby," Frank whispered, "I'll be right here if you have any more night terrors."
I snuggle close to him, dependent on his presence.
What makes me think I still trust him?
***
I'm scared.
I'm excited.
I'm reluctant.
I'm willing.
This chapter's a bit of filler, but not really.
Bye~
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Desolation Row (Frerard)
Fanfiction(This is not a happy story) Gerard and Frank Iero, the famous homicidal couple. They killed 12 teenagers and 16 adults before being apprehended, but most detectives believe they murdered even more. Follow their story, for there was more to them than...
