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

Gerard was sleeping. He'd done a lot of that lately. He was laying on a hard, wooden floor right now, in a small, empty room.
There was a heavy metal cuff around his left ankle, attached to a chain, that was, in turn, attached to a large metal ring in the wall.
He was, as he had been for the last 9 weeks, naked, and cold.
Gerard's body was painted in blood and bruises, some new, some older, and he now weighed no more than 90lbs, as food, the odd leftover he was allowed, came few and far between.

Bert hadn't been in to see him for three days now, and he almost missed the company.. Almost!

It was 4 in the afternoon, and Bert had just returned to the old farmhouse he'd been keeping Gerard in.
He'd been out most of the day, running errands and visiting acquaintances, but now, he was back, and in the mood for some fun.
Putting away the food he'd bought at the local 7-Eleven, Bert left the kitchen and trudged up the stairs to the first floor.

At the top of the staircase, there was a long, dark hallway, with rough wood floorboards and peeling yellowed wallpaper.
There were 5 doors off the landing- A bathroom, with a cracked washbasin, stained toilet and a bathtub full (bizarrely) with dead leaves... And 4 plain, square bedrooms.
Bert had, of course, taken the best (which, in this case, meant the only furnished one) for himself. It had a small double bed, and a very small chest of drawers, though that didn't bother him too much, as he really didn't have that many clothes to find room for.
The walls were a truly awful shade of peach, but as he spent so little time in there, that really didn't bother him either.

Dropping off a few purchases in his bedroom, Bert continued on toward the room at the far end of the hall.
He passed the other two rooms on the way.
The doors to both of the disregarded rooms were missing, and neither one was at all remarkable. He didn't even give them a second thought or glance.

When he reached the last door, Bert dug into his back pocket and retrieved a small brass key.
Stopping to listen for any sign of movement inside, Bert came to the conclusion that his captive was asleep.

Unlocking the door, Bert stepped inside and slid across a bolt that he'd fixed to the top of the doorframe, locking them both inside.
Turning to face the immobilised man, who lay awkwardly curled up in the corner of the room, Bert unzipped his pants and shimmied them down his thin legs, before stepping out of them, then took off his grubby shirt, and walked toward the redhead.
Gerard was definitely asleep, and that just wouldn't do!

"WAKE UP!!"

Bert hollered, as his foot met, violently with Gerard's already badly damaged ribs.
Unseeing hazel eyes flew open and a weak, pained scream left thin cracked lips.
Bert didn't care if Gerard screamed, it wasn't like anyone would hear him. The farmhouse they were in was set in the middle of a 76 acre plot on the outskirts of Frankford, and no one ever came near it.

"I'm back, slut.."

Bert taunted as Gerard flinched and shook.

".. Get on your fuckin' hands and knees."

Gerard whimpered pitifully, but struggled to do as he was told.
Every inch of his emaciated, abused body ached, and he barely had the strength left to lift his head off the hard floor, but if he didn't at least try, then his punishment would be ten times worse.
Thin arms and legs shaking from the effort, Gerard forced himself up into the position he'd been ordered to adopt.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold that form very long, he was just too weak, but that didn't matter, as Bert would either hold him up, or force him down flat anyway.

Gerard's lip quivered and eyes squeezed shut as Bert knelt down behind him, gripping his bony hips with sharp nailed fingers, and forced himself, without warning or lubrication, into Gerard's already ripped and bloody arsehole.
Gerard could feel the blood as it soaked his inner thighs, he could smell it, even over his own, unwashed stench. He gasped and cried and screamed in agony as Bert pounded into him relentlessly.

It wasn't long before Gerard's feeble arms gave way, and his face hit the floorboards with a thud. Bert didn't give a shit, as he was nearing his climax already, and could easily hold the skinny, frail hips in place as he thrust his way to the end.

By the time Bert had cum, spraying Gerard's insides, til the foul white liquid dripped from his hole, mixing with the red, Gerard had passed out, the pain just being way too much for him to handle.

Pulling out, Bert dropped his toy and stood up.
That's all Gerard was to him now, just a toy to be played with and discarded when he'd had enough.. He was pretty sure he would never have enough.

Dragging his pants back up onto his hips and fastening his fly, Bert spared Gerard one last look, before grabbing his shirt from the floor, unbolting the door, and stepping back out to the hallway. After locking the door again with the little brass key, Bert walked away.. Time for dinner, he thought, as he walked, whistling a happy tune...

Notes

Hi chipmunks.......


If you read this far into the story, then you knew what to expect!.. So I won't apologise for the nature of this chapter...


You probably noticed the time jumps in this fic?.. Well, it's really to show how long this ordeal is going on for, and how the people involved are coping (or not, as the case may be)


Please comment, I'd love to hear your views... I'm NOT as sadistic as I might seem from this... I'm a NICE person really, and I'd love to talk to other nice people out in fanfiction land! :)

Well, peace out for now, love you all
<3