"The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy
'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore
And then they are bored of me
I know that it's exciting
Running through the night, but
Every perfect summer's
Eating me alive until you're gone
Better on my own"
Major T.W.'s in this chapter
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This chapter will be told in Frank's perspective
"Gerard, stop struggling!" My husband looked at me with wide eyes and shook his head in defiance. Being tied up in a chair and gagged doesn't seem to stop him from being non-complaint to me.
"You need these shots so that I can relax you and that you won't fight back against me!" Gerard cried out through that gag and kicked my crotch.
The kick hurt and I hissed in pain before I slapped Gerard harshly. He whimpered and turned his head away from me. "That's it," I smiled, stroking Gerard's face. Gerard whined and glared up at me.
I got the needle out of my bag and Gerard shrieked at the very sight of it. He thrashed and sobbed as I struggled to keep him down.
I jabbed the needle in Gerard's vein, hearing him sob in agony. I heard him hear pleads such as, "Stop!" and "Please!" and "Frank!" and whatnot. His face was red from crying so hard. After a few seconds of crying and thrashing around, Gerard looked up at me as his eyes started to glaze over and look lazier.
The drug is starting to take effects. Gerard slumped onto the chair and I took off his gag. "Good boy," I cooed at Gerard, petting his hair. My husband made a small noised of contentedness and looked up at me.
"Do you love me?" I asked Gerard, crouching down to face him, our noses touching.
Gerard closed his eyes and nodded, smiling slightly.
"Good." I kissed him briefly before getting up to go to the bathroom. We're at an empty apartment room, trying to figure out what to do. Killing Ray was a seriously awful idea and I regret it. Now we're on the road, trying to escape what could be a prosecution.
When I got back to Gerard, I saw something that made my heart stop.
Ryan Ross sat next to a drugged-out Gerard with a smile on his face. He wore a pink button-up with khakis, his long brown hair framing his attractive face.
"Say, Frank," He grinned, "You've gotten yourself in a world of trouble." I saw as he stroked Gerard's pale face. "I wonder how Gerard feels about this. Maybe I'll ask him when the drugs wear off."
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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...
