The Interrogation Room

I can't tell him. If I tell him then that's it, its all over. He'll leave me and I won't be able to find his secret. This is proving more difficult than I thought.
I decided not to take him back to the police station. I couldn't be bothered to drive back there and plus, I thought he'd fallen asleep on my chest. I don't really want to disturb him, poor thing's been through a lot this morning and its only, what, 11:15.
"Frankie, can you at least tell me what they did to you?" I perked up, suddenly. He looked up at me and I could see a tear forming in his eye. He sat up, and got right in my face.
"make me." He whispered fiercely. He was being an ass now...
Okay, I thought, I will make you.
I pushed my forearm into his chest, pushing him back onto the leather seats of the car. I got onto him and straddled him, still pushing him into the seat.
"i can do this nicely if you want me to..." I purred into his ear. Okay, so now I'm being an ass.
"I can't tell you!" He gasped for air. I let go a little, only because I didn't want to hurt him. I know exactly how to do this now.
I leant in and kissed his neck, making him squirm a little bit.
"what are you doing gee..." He moaned. I don't think he was complaining.
"please tell me" I made the cutest possible eyes I could at him, but it didn't really have the desired affect.
"just fucking kiss me already?" Frank whined. My lips brushed against his, and started gentle just to piss him off.
" I'm not doing anything until you tell me what I want to know." I whispered to him.
He is still wriggling under the force of me, but I'm not letting him move.
"I don't know whether I want to slap you or fuck you right now but to be honest id love to do both" he responded in a sassy tone. Oh my god, I've had it. I moved myself forwards and picked his arms up and put them behind my head. I ground into him as hard as possible and watched him moan. His hips buckled upwards and I pushed my chest into his, kissing him deeply.
"are you gonna fucking tell me now?" I sigh.
His face fell.
I-I guess I could...um...i-I still don't want to talk about it..." He stammered. My chin was resting on his shoulder and he was fiddling with my hair as he told me his story that I was waiting for for so long.
"they...they abused me. Pretty badly. They would make me wear this chain choker thing, and whenever they wanted me to do something they'd pull me along by it." He rushed out, almost in one breath. I pitied him so much. Poor Frankie... My hands slipped behind him and I hugged him even tighter. "they set fire to the house and left me outside, chained to a tree. I was very young so I don't remember their names, but I remember that one of the men had a really long beard and had a snake tattoo on his forearm...i don't remember the other one. I don't remember most of my childhood. It was spent in orphan houses. I have no idea what happened to my mum or dad. I don't think they're alive. This all happened in another state because when I was first taken, we were in the back of a van for about 5 hours. I remember before they set fire to the house they said they were going to New York... And that's why I never left my apartment. I don't know why I came here. I wanted my revenge, but I soon realised I was just too scared of them." Frank explained.
"thank you frank. I'm so proud of you. I love you. So much." I was in undeniable tears. I love him so much and i just couldn't explain it.
"can you tell me something now?" He chirped. He was surprisingly happy seeing as he just spilled his whole life story.
"how did you know I was there?" My heart came to my mouth. Oh god...
"you're going to hate me. So much." I mumbled. I blushed with frustration.
"were you stalking me?" He suggested.
"um..not really." I said.
"well what were you doing then?"
Aw, fuck.

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