Safe?.... Never! (Re-edited for easier reading)

NOTE~ Words between ** ** are Gerard's thoughts.

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As Gerard started to come around, his hips screaming in pain and his shoulders on the verge of dislocation as well, he was greeted by a high pitched whistling sound, loud and intense, and very, very close.
Obviously unable to see the source, he could only guess at what was making the awful racket.

**Fuck that's annoying!.. Is this his idea of torture now?.. Cos I think I can handle this**

An hour later, the noise continuing, a constant high whine.

**He'll have to do better than THIS to break me**

12 hours later...

**AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. God sake.. Fuck.. Oh God, I can't take much more of this..**

24 hours later, Gerard was wishing himself deaf, as well as blind, as the noise went on, and on, and on.
Bert sat in a comfy chair across the room, headphones on, listening to Sleeping With Sirens, eating Chinese food, and observing Gerard as he slowly fell apart.

"Bert?.. Please?..."

Gerard whimpered, tears slipping from sightless eyes.

".. No more?"

He hung his head, chin dropping to lay on his chest, his breathing laboured as he imagined the worst.. as he imagined that Bert had gone, that he'd left.. for good!
Now normally, that would be a happy thought, but the idea of being left alone, to suffer this pain, and that excruciating noise, all on his own... to possibly die, all on his own... It sent chills of despair through his soul.
He wanted Frank.. He wanted to go home.. But if that wasn't an option, then he just wanted to know that someone was there... Even if it was Bert.

Time ticked on, 48, 72, 96 hours. The relentless din plucking at his nerves, as he drifted in and out of consciousness.
120 hours.. Five whole days since he'd first woken up to this latest nightmare, and the noise suddenly stopped, to be replaced by silence...
Had his wish been granted? Had he gone deaf?

"B..Bert?.."

He whispered into the still air.. No answer.

".. Bert?.. Please.. Are you there?"

Nothing. But at least he knew he wasn't deaf.
Five days with that sound, and without food or water.
Gerard's head was swimming and pounding, his tears had dried up, and wouldn't come, and his muscles ached from cramping up so much. He knew these symptoms. He was suffering from dehydration.
His stomach also hurt from being so empty.
And in his nose, the smell that reminded him that he had been unable to hold on any longer, and had both urinated, and defecated while he'd hung, suspended by his wrists, for those five, long days.

More hours passed without a word or sound from his captor. Was he alone?

Gerard knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would die here.
He knew that, IF Bert returned, he would continue to torture him until his body shut down.. And if Bert didn't come back... then he would starve to death.
He knew he wasn't going home this time.. No one was coming to rescue him, and Bert would never let him go.
This, would be the end.

Bert watched his captive with fascination. He could tell that Gerard had all but given up, and it made him smirk to realise that he'd broken him so quickly.
Standing from his chair, stretching and feeling his back pop and crack satisfyingly, Bert walked quietly over to the far wall, where a long hosepipe was attached to a tap in the corner.
Unwinding the hose from its reel, Bert turned the tap on full and quickly walked toward the currently unconscious redhead.

He kept the water pointed to the ground, until he was close enough that the full force would be felt. Then he raised the nozzle, and aimed the powerful, icy cold jet, straight at Gerard's thin, bare chest.

The result was instantaneous. Gerard's eyes snapped open, his head flew up, and an ear splitting scream left his lips.

As Bert drenched the frightened man's naked body, glorying in the gasps and cries that came from him, he felt himself starting to get hard... Hearing Gerard in pain always did get him excited... But he kept the water on him, minute after minute, soaking every inch of exposed, pale skin, and causing it to redden from the cold.
Once satisfied that Gerard was as wet as he could possibly get, Bert used the hose to quickly wash away any remaining mess from below the shivering man, then turned the water off, and returned the hose to its place on the wall.

Gerard's teeth chattered and his eyes rolled around in his scull as his head lolled forward, and his chest heaved, exhaustion and the biting cold pain starting to send him into shock.

Bert grinned at the limpness of the figure before him.. Now it was time for some "fun".
Walking to the handles on the wall, Bert released their locks, and Gerard dropped with a squeal of metal chains, and a thud of flesh on concrete.

He didn't move...

He didn't cry out...

He didn't breathe....

Notes

Hi chipmunks... What can I say? You KNEW the evil was returning at SOME point! Well, here it begins!
Please comment, let me know if you're getting bored of me yet...?
Love you all, peace out
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