*Two Days Later*

I stare into the darkness listening for some hope. Only being able to make out the sound of the dripping water from the faucet. The slight whooshing sound of the fan in the corner as it rotated circulating the air in the muggy room. Static coming from the old boombox thrown on the floor with the broken antenna.

Once again I tried to wiggle out of my restraints with no success. I winced at the pain I was in from having my hands tied above me. I hear the door slam upstairs followed by hurried footsteps. My whole body fills with the excitement of finally being free. I feel myself die a thousand times in the matter of a few seconds as I see who arrives at the bottom of the steps.

Gerard.

Party Poison.

Party Poison covered in blood. Blood so vibrantly red it could rival the color of even the deepest rose. Some of it turning to a dark maroon as it mixes with the streaks of dirt. Dirt that is all over his body, under his bitten down fingernails, on his clothes, and in his fading red hair. A smile spreads across his face as he walks over to me cupping my sweaty face in his hand, as he pushes our lips together. He forces his tongue inside making me taste the earthy taste of dirt and the bitter taste of iron across his lips from the blood. He pulls away still smiling, giving my face a slap as his smile falls.

"You see what you cause, all because you can't behave yourself and keep quiet?", he says in a stern voice as if scolding a child. I whimper and ask my own question knowing the answer but still afraid to hear the daunting truth.

"What did you do to him?"

"Who?"

"BOB! YOU ASSHOLE! BOB!"

"Oh yes. Your roommate. Well I'm sure you heard our little scuffle right? There was only one thing I could do little Frankie. Don't worry though he's like fucking Snow White right now. Deep in the woods with the woodland creatures all around him. Well the ones that are six feet under with him at least."

"No. Please tell me you did-dn't. Not Bobby. Please not my Bobby!"

"Oh come on Franks! Like you really thought I would let him live? Especially after you screaming out like that? If you would have stayed quiet, we could have waited till he left the house tomorrow to go. But noooo.. You just had to go and be a fucking pussy and scream for him to save you like as if he were some fucking hero!"

I sob. For myself. For Bob. For the fucking despair I feel my life is in. A life that will never again be mine, even if I do escape from this psycho I'll never be free. Always scared to trust. To feel. To love again. For in these three short weeks everything I had had been ripped away from me. Torn out of my grasp by the ruthless monster in front of me. He caring for nothing but the object of his obsession. That object being me. Doing anything he could to have me to himself. A plaything for him to use anyway he liked.

He turns my head to the side hissing into my ear, “This is all your fault. You’re a worthless piece of shit! But you’re mine. No one will ever love you like we do. So you might as well acknowledge that already.” He grins and runs his tongue up the side of my face into my ear, making me squirm. Having enough I rip my face out of his hands and spit in his face. My face turning into a sneer mirroring his own.

"Getting brave now, aren't we Frankie? I guess you still haven't learned your lesson, have you? Don't worry though we have all the time in the world now for you to learn. No one to interrupt, no one to SAVE you." Wiping the spit off his face, he turns around flicking on all the lights in the dark room, illuminating it to the point where it made you squint your eyes from the bright harsh lights.

He walks over to the trunk in the middle of the room that now housed his "tools." He opens it up revealing whips, crops, chains, and gags; and even more numerous devices that he could use on me at any time that he wished. Before these there was just toys that looked like they were used for light BDSM play, but since Party took over, the contents of the trunk has changed. Even the size of the trunk for he had to go out and buy a larger trunk to accommodate all his necessary “teaching” tools. He reaches in and pulls out four items.

A blindfold, ball gag, leather pouch, and a whip.

I wince at the pain I know is to come from the sharp slap of the whip, still having the welts on my back from my last "lesson." The leather pouch though is new and I find myself staring at it in fear of what it may hold inside. Party notices this and gives me a malicious grin.

"Curious? Well lets have a look shall we?" He opens the drawstring putting his hand inside and scooping up some of the contents in his palm. I look into his outstretched hand to see only a pile of white little crystals like objects. Confused I glance up at him but he is still there smiling evilly,throwing it back in the bag he sets it on the table beside me. He then proceeds to put the blindfold on with ease and then the ballgag, tightening it around my head till as if I felt he were cutting off my bloodflow. This gag was different, more restricting and harder to breathe around than the one with the red plastic ball with the holes.in it. This one was made out of pure cold steel,leaving a metallic taste in my mouth as my saliva already started pooling inside my mouth trying to escape from the corners of my lips.

He adjust my position to his liking and then all I hear is him moving around getting ready. The only sense I have to rely on right now is my hearing. I hear the crack of the leather whip as he brings it down on my back. Again. Again. Again and again. After what seems like hours but was realistically only minutes long of torture he stops. I feel the saliva dripping out of the corners of my mouth as I breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath around the gag. he stays silent as he undoes my chains letting my hands fall into place behind my back. He throws me down onto the floor, sending even more pain through my body as I land on my knees onto the cement floor. He pushes me all the way down onto my stomach as he puts himself over me. Parting my cheeks as he enters me. This time he had applied lube making it less painful, but it still hurt like a bitch.

“Ready to find out what this is Frankie, baby?”

I guess he must be talking about the bag of white crystals, but before I have time to answer I feel something like tiny pebbles cascading all over my back, mixing with my blood. I don’t understand what the big deal is until he starts to thrust into me. Making him place his hands on my back for balance, rubbing the crystals into the now split open welts on my back making me cry out in pain. I start to tear up as he rubs it in more and more. He pants out in between thrust,

“Sea *pants* Salt. *thrust* Who *thrust* Would’ve *pants* Thought?”

I block out everything as he continues his abuse of my body. Sending me into my own reclusive world. A world where I find and kill every scumbag like Party Poison. A world where I am not so weak and fragile. A world that is not perfect but something that I fight for to remind me that I’m living. I peel away from this when the familiar sensation of his cum dripping down my thighs becomes noticed by me. I hear him walking around and then footsteps on the stairs. He slams the door to the basement shut and I hear the locks click into place.

Leaving me on the floor, hands behind my back, no sight, no voice, and with a stinging back covered in blood.

Notes

Sorry the editing is wack and stuff. Also just sorry for this chapter in general. im not very good at torturing people so I was blank for this...

Anyways Thank you for reading! Comments are appreciated!

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-Venomous Kiss