Desolation Row (Frerard)

Epilogue

"Maybe it's in the gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fate
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache"

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I sat on the silk sheets of the mahogany bed, my hands and feet shackled to the bedposts. I was blindfolded and couldn't see a thing. I didn't know what I was wearing, but after moving around a little, I recognized that I was wearing a short dress. There was a distant sound of screams and the crackling of fire. But I could't feel any warmth.

"Gerard." I heard a voice say. But more specifically, Frank's voice. I smiled slightly. I've missed him so much. His loving voice and his smile and his warmth-

"Frankie!" I beamed, but the shackles around my limbs prevented me from moving too much. "Get me out of these restraints," I said to him, "And the blindfold, too!"

"And why would I do that?" I felt a shiver go down my spine as he said that. Frank chuckled and placed his cold hand on my bare thigh.

"F-frankie?" I whimpered, tugging on the shackles. Something was very wrong.

"You look so pretty like this," Frank whispered, playing with the hem of my dress, "Dressed up like a doll and restrained to the bed...so vulnerable and spread out for me..."

"Frankie!" I cried out, the faint sound of the screams becoming more prominent. "Unshackle me!" I couldn't see anything and my heart was doing somersaults in my chest.

"No." He roughly shoved the dress up, exposing the bottom half of my body. I squealed and tried to close my legs, but the shackles kept me in place. I felt the bed dip and I knew Frank's on the bed.

"What are you doing?!" I moved my head back and forth, feeling Frank run his hands up and down my bare thighs. His touch is unwelcome and I need to get him to stop touching me. I cried out and struggled underneath him, "Ger the fuck off me!" My body trembled violently.

"Gerard, you're so hot when you're trying to fight back," Frank chuckled. I felt his cock line up at my rim.

No. This can't be happening.

"FRANK!" I shrieked, my tears soaking the blindfold because I can't do anything, "STOP, PLEASE, I BEG YOU-"

Frank gripped my hips tightly as he thrust into me with no prep or lube. I shrieked from the burning sensation. I held onto the chains of the shackles, desperate to hold onto something.

I breathed heavily as Frank didn't stop his movements. "Why is this happening?" I managed to rasp out in between sobs.

"You're with me for all eternity," Frank whispered, slowing down so I can hear him, "I am the worst version of Frank I am here to torture you."

"No..." I shook my head and cried as I couldn't move."FRANKIE!" I screamed, my body shaking violently, "HELP ME! I CAN'T, PLEASE, MERCY! FUCK..." The pleads and cries spilled from my mouth, but nobody is going to help me.

"Shut up." He continued to violate me, relentlessly ruining me. I gasped and sobbed. I couldn't take this. I wanted to pass out, but something prevented me from falling unconscious and I was awake the whole time.

What a way to spend the rest of eternity.
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Mikey sat on the chair. The funeral service ended days ago of Gerard and Frank Iero, but Mikey always finds himself coming back to their graves.

"If only I could've stopped it," Mikey sobbed, dropping the flowers on top of their graves, "I'm so, so sorry, Gerard."

He dropped to his knees and buried his hands into his face. He couldn't accept it.

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