It was the next morning before Frank went and checked on Gerard again. He'd gotten back home sometime before dawn with all of his and Gerard's merchandise, and hadn't felt like sleeping yet. He put Gerard's stuff into his designated room, organized it and then reorganized it. He wanted everything perfect for his angel, once he started acting right. Gerard's misbehavior had made him antsy as well, causing him the need to feel busy. I want to be with Gerard now, he thought to himself, not training him. I thought he'd accept me faster than this... Perhaps I'll just have to be a little rougher than originally planned.

When he reentered the attic at around 9:30 am, his baby boy was still passed out. The poor pet looked quite uncomfortable, with his head leaning against his right shoulder and a bit of drool escaping his openly gagged mouth. He looked utterly adorable to Frank. Since Gerard was still unconscious, Frank decided to make use of it. He wandered over to one of the many bins surrounding them, uncapped them one by one and began searching. The bins were all an identical shade of blue, which in retrospect was a dumb thing for Frank to have, as it made his search harder. Halloween decorations-no. Christmas tree-nope. Miscellaneous lights-no. Childhood memorabilia- fuck, Frank definitely didn't want to think about his childhood or parents right then.

About 6 bin searches later, he found what he was looking for. He pulled out several feet of rope, and recapped the boxes. He went back to Gerard, sat at his feet, and got to work. A simple, hummed tune was all that could be heard in the room, besides the occasional soft bristle of the rope. Frank's fingers dexterously worked away at wrapping and tying, wrapping and tying Gerard's ankles. He refused to make the mistake of leaving any of Gerard's limbs untied again. He wasn't even sure why he'd left them unbound in the first place. Hope, maybe? Hope that his pet would cooperate like he'd wanted him to? Well that wasn't happening at the moment, and Frank saw that now. Frank decided, as he'd knotted the last knot, that any mishap would result in an extended day in the attic. It was what seemed fair, and also what would probably have the most effect. If not, he'd have to think of something else.

He just wanted to live happily for once, him and his pet. It was all Frank wanted. What more could a person ask for? Frank thought.

Right as he was standing up to admire his work, Frank saw Gerard's head sleepily shift from one shoulder to the other. Frank didn't want to confront Gerard right then, he didn't want to have to be the mean owner just yet. Trying not to make any more noise, Frank hurried out of the room before the sleeping man would wake.
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When Gerard awoke, his whole body ached, from his brain to his ass to his feet. Everything hurt, mostly due to the forced position he was in. Loose strands of hair that had been styled last night kept falling in his face, tickling his nose and driving him insane. There was nothing to do besides stare at the barren walls or recount the boxes for the tenth time. Gerard couldn't help but feel trapped, forced to number and feel every second that passed by him. He wasn't sure how much time had actually gone by, but fuck if it hadn't felt like an eternity. He'd gotten so bored, he'd begun to wonder where the hell Frank was. Maybe he'd just leave Gerard alone. Maybe he was walking up to visit him now. Maybe with a gun. Or a knife. ....Or another sandwich.

Gerard didn't think Frank would merciful enough to bring a gun or knife up. Frank just didn't seem like a kind enough captor to end his misery...
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Five o'clock. It seemed like a reasonable time to check on Gerard again. Frank had taken a 3 hour nap to make up for last night's lost sleep, and it made him feel slightly less anxious and a bit more confident than he had earlier. He went into the kitchen and quickly made another sandwich. Made it just how Gerard liked it, meat and cheese on top of the mustard side of the bread, and lettuce and tomato on the mayonnaise side of the bread. He's bound to be hungry by now, can't have him starving... Frank thought to himself as he carried a tray with the plate and a glass of water up to him. Unfortunately for Frank, it was time to put on a stern face. He wouldn't be brutal, unless it was necessary. He hoped it wasn't.
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Floor board 103, floor board 104, floor board 105, floor bo-KILL ME! Gerard screamed inside his head. The annoyed man pulled at all his restraints, desperately attempting to get them looser so he could escape, but not a single knot would give. A few seconds later, a little noise was coming from outside. Gerard stopped pulling, and sat still, ears alert for any other noise. The door knob twisted slightly, and in stepped Frank. At the first glimpse of Frank, he immediately cowered back in his chair and tried avoiding eye contact. As the sound of footsteps neared him, his heart pounded just a little harder the louder they got. Next thing Gerard knew, his jaw was grabbed and turned to face his kidnapper dead in the face. Frank's smirk disgusted and terrified him. The other man's eyes kept flittering between Gerard's and his mouth. Nothing was said, nothing was heard but silence. The room's atmosphere could only be described as unsettling.

Eventually Frank let go of his face with a push, and set the tray in Gerard's lap. Frank bent over him and placed his arms on either side of the armrest on the chair Gerard was tied to.

"Do you want to eat? Yes or no?" What kind of question was that? Gerard scoffed and shook his head, as he could not speak. Before he could even so much as blink, Frank's hand came into contact with his face, and the next thing Gerard felt was a searing pain on his cheek. Did.. did Frank just slap me?

"Do you want to eat?" Frank questioned again, looking like nothing just happened. He seemed completely emotionless. Gerard shook his head once more, barely shifting it before being slapped again, harder this time. He left out a whimper from behind the tie, and Frank's stone face broke into a look of sheer cockiness.

"Last chance: Do you want to eat?" Before Frank even finished speaking Gerard was nodding his head drastically. "That's a good boy..." Frank straightened up and circled around him to loosen his makeshift gag. Gerard instantly stretched and clenched his jaw, trying to regain feeling in it. Frank came around him again, this time kneeling and picked up a half of the sandwich and held it in front of Gerard's mouth, just like last time. His vision shifted between Frank's hand and the sandwich. Why couldn't he feed himself? Being force fed seemed degrading...

"C..can you untie my hands? Please?" Gerard asked as nicely as he could. Frank, to his dismay, lovingly shook his head no.

"I'm afraid that's not happening for right now. You might try to escape, given your recent behavior. It's much too early for such privileges my darling," Frank smiled, and held out the sandwich. "Come on, eat." With that Gerard hesitated a mere second before taking a ravenous bite of his meal. It was... just how he liked it. He thought about asking how Frank knew that, but went against it. Fuck he was starving. The last few hours, he swore he could feel the acid eat away at his stomach, and he desperately needed something to occupy the empty space. A few bites later, Frank started stroking Gerard's leg, muttering about how much better he was doing today. "You'll be a wonderful pet. I'm going to keep you, forever and ever and ever... I'll keep you from them, from the cruel world. You're mine," he finished with an adoring smile. Gerard had finished the first half of the sandwich and Frank picked up the other.

Gerard couldn't help but let his mind wander. He's a psychopath, down right out of his mind. For fuck's sake I'm probably not even going to be his first kill... Gerard couldn't help these terrifying thoughts, much less his fear. Another plan hatched in his spinning brain. Again, it might not be the brightest, but it was worth a shot for freedom."Frank?"

"Yes pet?" Frank looked at him with the utmost adoration, like he was the most coveted thing in this world. Before he opened his mouth, Frank made a little "oh" noise and held the glass of water to Gerard's lips. He took a few sips before nodding to indicate he was done. Frank's smile was so perfect, he almost couldn't do it... but he did. It was, yet again, another mistake.

"Frank..." he lowered his voice, "Others will notice I'm missing, you know." He saw a flash of confusion and Frank's jaw set firmly.

"I know, but they'll never find you." Gerard stopped eating. He was determined to down talk Frank, maybe talk him out of this situation in general.

"I think they will. Frank what happens when this gets out to people? You'll be branded a psychopath and a monster. They'll-"

"Shut up. Right now."

"They'll take you to jail, you'll spend the rest of your life there. Frank I'm thinking about you and me here," Gerard pleaded. Frank took away what remained of the meal and water, and set it aside.

"Gerard, I'm giving you five seconds to correct this behavior. Five, four, three-"

"Frank, please. This is going to affect you and everyone you know. T-think of your family." Frank stopped counting and went dead in his face. He stared daggers into Gerard, to where he could feel it in his soul, but he pushed it a little farther. "Think of your parents-"

"I SAID SHUT UP." Gerard saw a blur of Frank's clothes then THUNK! Frank had grabbed the side of Gerard's chair and yanked it sideways aggressively. Next thing Gerard knew he had landed roughly onto his side with a thud. Gerard let out a squeal. "NEVER, EVER BRING THEM UP YOU STUPID-" Frank kicked Gerard's stomach that knocked the air out of him- "FUCKING-" another kick "MUTT." The final blow made Gerard howl in pain, and he felt tears forming hotly in his eyes. Frank stomped around the room, scratching at his face and pulling his hair before letting out an earsplitting scream, one that made Gerard wince. He wanted to throw up then and there. Frank threw off one of the bins caps, and searched frantically before finding a roll of duct tape. "I'm disappointed in you, absolutely appalled. You were starting to do well-" He used his teeth to tear off a large piece. He approached and squatted by Gerard. "It's a shame too," he smirked wretchedly as he smacked the tape over Gerard's mouth. He stood up and wiped his palms against his shirt.

"...I was about to untie you." Gerard's eye widened, as he began screaming for forgiveness from behind the tape. Pleases and I'm sorrys couldn't be made out from behind it, not that Frank would accept them anyway. The smirking man hovering over him kicked him once last time and sauntered out of the room.

Notes

Chapter four is up you guys! Okay so if you read the character descriptions, you know that Frank's parents died in a car crash, so of course that's a touchy subject for him, but Gerard doesn't know that yet... Poor Gerard. Anyway, I'm super glad so many of you are enjoying this fic. I've got a few comments saying that people aren't really into this type of story, but are still liking it! That means SOOO much!! I would like to thank you guys especially, along with all my subscribers, commenters, and everyone in general! IAYI is almost at 500 views, which is super exciting! It wouldn't be there without you guys. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'll be updating again sometime this week. See you then!

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