Emma's POV

'Bedtime' Gerard said as he stretched and yawned. It was late, or early in the morning, however you chose to look at it. He took his arm from around Lindsey, and offered her his hand when he stood up. My heart sank. I liked her; she was funny and friendly, very welcoming. It made it worse.
'I'll see you two in the morning.' They walked out of the room, hand in hand, and a tear leaked from my eye and left a soft splash on the back of my hand as I saw them kiss in the half light.
'Don't cry' Frank said, getting up from his chair with an awful twisted grin. 'You've got me.' I tried to push away his arm
'Don't be like that baby' he said, persistent. He picked me up, but he'd anticipated my scream; he covered my mouth with his hand.
'Shut up you pathetic bitch.' He snarled at the sobs that threatened to break my body in two; this was wrong, all wrong, and there was nothing I could do. He carried me to the spare room, grabbed a scarf. It was Gerard's. He gagged me, and tore off my clothes.
Not again, please God not again.
'I can't believe you were gonna leave me. I don't wanna fuck you, though. I bet it's cold outside ...' Frank's imagination was extensive and it scared me.
'Ever been up to the roof, sweetheart?'

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He carried me up there, and I shook, completely naked. The California days may have been hot but the nights were freezing; especially when the wind was blowing a gale.
He punched me in the face, and cool blood slid down me, mixing with tears.
'Now we don't want you running away now, do we. Hm.' He yanked me by the hair and pulled me to a post that rose out of the roof, where he tied me.
'It's a bit chilly, isn't it? Bet Gerard and Lindsey are warm though. Bet they are getting hotter by the second.' Goose pimples ripped up and down my skin, my senses heightened. I was freezing, shivering. I wanted to scream, but his gag was well tied and it choked me.
'I want a coat. I'll get you a surprise when I'm inside, too.' He disappeared, and I struggled against his knots. He'd tied my feet better than he'd tied my hands, and my fingers bent backwards as I fumbled with the rope. Yes! I rubbed my sore wrists and sank into a ball, pulling off the gag easily, trying to warm myself briefly before I could get started on my feet.
I knew he was there before I looked up.
'Well well well.' He thought this was some sort of joke, and I knew I was as weak as a rag doll to him. He slammed me back into the frigid steel post by the neck, and I gasped for air against his iron grip. Just as I was starting to go light headed, he released my neck. He'd bought handcuffs up. There was no escape this time. He looked at my body, at my nipples stood out with cold, at my trembling white flesh, at my chattering teeth. I was too cold to scream, and I knew no one would hear me against the wind that blew my hair about my face. He walked over to the side of the building, and I watched him in the dark.
'P-p-please F-f-frank.' I said as loud as I could muster. His lips seemed warm at my ear against the cold of the world.
'No sugar. Begging won't save you..' He'd removed some barbed wire from the side of the building. He bent the length around my neck, so sharp barbs threatened to rip through me. He secured it around the pole, not so tight that it cut me, but if I moved forward, even an inch, the sharp strands of metal would kill me. He undid the knot around my feet, and opened my legs carefully. The wire scratched me even at this small movement. My bones felt stiff with cold, although it wasn't the rawness of the air that worried me now. I could barely feel my arctic skin; I was numb. He gently pushed a vibrator into me. All the way in. He turned it on, and shut my legs, tying me at the feet and knees, so it couldn't come out.
'Oh god' I said. I felt the warmth it brought, but the gelid wire against my throat would sink into my skin if I moved, if I lurched.
'Indeed. This should teach you that you can only come for me. When I tell you too. It will stop you running off to be with your handsome prince, because you're not his princess. You're my pathetic slag.' I shrank away from him as much as I could, towards the pole that kept me his prisoner. I felt myself weakening at the hum inside of me.
'PLEASE! I'M SORRY!' I shouted above the wind, my eyes begging him too; I couldn't articulate how much I wanted him to see that I couldn't do this.
He laughed and crossed his arms, warm in a thick coat. I came, my insides shattering into a million and one pieces, the unforgiving buzz continuing, my knees weak, the sharp barbs I avoided by stretching back as far as I could. I couldn't cry or even scream. Frank came over, bit me hard on the collarbone, and kissed my lips.
'I'm doing this because I love you. Now, it's late. I'll see you in the morning, princess.' His words were awful and bitter.
'Oh, I nearly forgot. You'll want these.' He put a pair of headphones over my ears as I shuddered. He hooked them up to some kind of receiving device. He grinned and left me as I writhed at the sound of Gerard and Lindsey's moans of delight.

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