Frank looked back at his blacked-out prize through the rear-view mirror, admiring the way the street lights illuminated his angel's face. From what he could see, the zip ties he used to bind Gerard's hands seem to be chafing badly. His pet's poor wrists seemed a little red. No matter, as soon as Frank got his pet to his new home, he'd make that all better.

Light music drifted through the car's radio. It was nothing in particular, just background noise to keep it from being too quiet. Quiet never worked well for Frank, as he didn't like being alone with his thoughts. Thoughts are a dangerous thing, you know. They can drive you to do the craziest, most unimaginable things, or prevent you from ever doing anything at all. Thoughts will make you question anything and everything, and everybody around you. You might even begin to question yourself. When left in silence, Frank's thoughts did nothing but torment him. Noise was just a necessity.

The music was soft, but Frank seemed to see Gerard shift a little and turned it down a level. By his calculations, the drug he slipped into Gerard's drink would wear off in about 45 minutes. It was plenty of time to get back to Frank's residence and have Gerard settled in before he woke up. The roads weren't as bad as he thought they'd be for a Friday night. It was almost midnight now. Frank couldn't contain his excitement, much less than the smile he felt on his face. To Frank, this night was a new beginning, like the other 22 years of his life had just been waiting around for Gerard, and now he finally had him. To Frank, that was most definitely something worth smiling over.

*****

When Gerard awoke, all he could feel was throbbing in his temples, not only from the drugs, but from the millions of questions racing through his head. It didn't feel like reality to him. This only happened in movies, books-not to Gerard. Never, not in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined himself being in this situation. It couldn't be possible. He was dreaming, must be... had to be. He felt groggy as he looked around the room, noticing bins pushed into a semi-circle around him. It looked like an attic, perhaps. Despite his vision still not being cleared, he could definitely make out the man from the bar sitting, legs crossed, at his feet. Frank. His captor.

"Hello again, Gerard," he spoke in a velvety, sickeningly sweet voice, much like a mother comforting a young child."Welcome to your new home! God you don't know how long I've waited for you to be here," he spoke with a loving smile. It did nothing but disgust and enrage Gerard.

"Why am I here you sick bastard? What do you want with me? I-" Gerard tried grabbing at Frank, but was being held back. His hands were tied down. Further observation showed that not only his hands, but middle were tied with rope to a chair. Not legs too? Gerard thought to himself. Something was around his neck, but he unsure of what it could be. "Let me go."

Frank looked taken aback, smile fading with concern. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable love, this should only a temporary position for you, hopefully." He leaned over and picked up a plate sitting beside him, something Gerard hadn't noticed before. "When we got home, I made you a sandwich. Eating will help your pain. Are you hungry pet?" Frank took one diagonal of the sandwich and offered it in front of Gerard's mouth. Gerard simply glared at it, then at Frank, and back at the sandwich. Silence lingered for a minute.

"Fine." Frank stood directly in front of Gerard, and bent down so their eyes were level. The tied up man shrunk back a little, and Frank saw fear flash through his eyes. Gerard looked away. "Ah-" Frank gripped his jaw and forced eye contact. Frank moved closer, pressing his mouth to whisper in Gerard's ear. "You know, the longer you misbehave, the longer you stay in here. It's your choice angel. Be a good pet for me, won't you?" The coolness of lip ring and breath against his ear made Gerard shutter. What other option did he have? Gerard stuttered a nod, not knowing any other way to respond. Frank smirked with satisfaction. "Good boy," he whispered in his ear, before kissing his temple. He seemed to feel a recoil, but Frank was sure he would fix that in time.

Gerard's mind and heart were racing. He had a plan, a dumb one, but a plan nonetheless. He had about a one second window to fulfill it. It was the only possible thing he could think to do.

Frank arched down to pick upthe plate. In a that one second window, Gerard had used his untied feet to kick Frank directly in the ribs, catching him way off guard. "FUCK," Frank wheezed, as his back landed with a thud to the floor. Survival instincts had kicked in for Gerard as he began screaming. The hollering was earsplitting, and Gerard refused to stop. The chair moved as Gerard did. Frank felt pure rage bubble within him. He got up, tugged off his tie, and neared the flailing man with caution of his thrashing legs. He backhanded him as hard as he could and tried covering his mouth, but that still did not shut him up as he promptly bit Frank's hand with all his might. Fed up, Frank then gripped Gerard's throat, effectively choking him.

"SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH NOW!" His grip tightened as he cut off his captive's windpipe. "After everything I did for you!" Frank shouted over his yells. "You're a mutt, a filthy, stupid mutt and you don't deserve me. I bring you food, and you don't eat it or appreciate me giving it you in the first place. You lie to me over a simply yes or no question. Most importantly, I save you from a cruel, cruel world, and I'm willing to give you everything. Yet this is how you repay me? How dare you.." His screams were muffled, and eventually silenced while he gasped for air. Gerard had no idea what Frank was talking about, his bullshit 'saving me' excuse, where did that come from? Gerard couldn't think about that though. He had to focus on trying to breathe.

Frank admired how his tanned and tattooed hand contrasted so beautifully against his baby's pale skin. God he loved Gerard, even right now. Yes he was mad, but he'd just have to train Gerard even harder. A little training and Gerard would do the rest. Frank bet with himself that Gerard would be falling to his knees for him in less than two weeks.

Noticing how red his angel's face was, he eventually released Gerard's throat with a push, as Gerard fought to get oxygen back into his lungs. Frank used the tie as a makeshift gag, tying it in a rough knot over his mouth. He abruptly left the room, much to Gerard's relief, only to come back with a sedative in hand. Frank watched Gerard's eyes widen with realization and fear, and he smirked. Gerard's plan had failed, and he'd lost the fight. His one obvious opportunity... gone.

"No, please, please! Anything else, no no no!" Gerard mumbled from behind the tie. Needles were his biggest fear, and of course Frank knew that. Of course he would use that to his advantage.

"Mhmm, should've thought of that pet when you refused me. Bad behavior will get you punished. It's just part of being house trained, love." Frank roughly yanked Gerard's arm out and pushed up the blazer's sleeve.

"Please, no!" A tear rolled down Gerard's cheek as Frank plunged the needle into him. His angel was nearly hyperventilating at this point, and Frank couldn't resist stroking his hair and shushing him until the sedative kicked. I've lost... I'm going to die here. No one's ever going to find me, Gerard thought to himself. It only took about a minute or two until Gerard completely blacked out. Frank sighed, thankful for that slight mishap to be over. He stared at his angel's peaceful face and kissed the corner of his mouth. He straightened himself and cleared his throat, then went out of the room a second time, taking the shot downstairs to be sterilized later and also grabbing a tape measure.

When he returned, Frank took Gerard's measurements-sizes of his ribcage, arm length, leg length, hips and waist. All these would be necessary to Frank, as he would be the one buying all of Gerard's clothing and special outfits. He'd confiscated Gerard's phone, keys, and wallet while setting him up in the attic. There were a couple errands Frank needed to do, preferably tonight so he would not be seen. Firstly, he wanted to stop by Gerard's apartment and get his clothing and a few personal items, and then needed to do some special shopping for his pet, rewards for when he decided on behaving correctly.

Once he had what he needed written down and was confident that Gerard was sedated properly, he locked the attic door and disappeared into the night.

Notes

Another day, another chapter! Let me start by explaining that I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to update every single day since I'll be going back to school Monday :(. I will post chapters as I write them, and try to stay consistent with updates though! Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter (sorry if the ending's a little poorly written, I had to have in there). Thank you again to all my subscribers and commenters. Please leave me your questions, thoughts, and concerns down below, I'd greatly appreciate them! Thank you all so much for reading!

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