Frank POV

I should have done this a long time ago.

I told the cops everything.

Soon, I was in a police car.

The world was spinning. The drive was long.

Then, the sidewalks were full of ambulances. Girls and young men being removed from the enormous whorehouse. I looked at all of their faces. Not ONE was my Gee.

My head snapped up fully. I looked everywhere. My angel was nowhere in sight. I waited patiently. It was an hour before the police declared the whole house secure and everyone found.

"B-But that can't be it!" I squeaked at an officer. "There has to be at least ONE MORE PERSON."

Gerard... oh, my angel... I should've done something while he was still in my arms!

I breathed deeply to avoid a panic attack.

"WE NEED TO FIND HIM!" I shrieked.

Instantly, there was a blanket on my back and a nurse slowly running her fingers through my hair.

Men were being put in a van. Wrapped in blankets.. some with only their pants on. Disgusting....
I ran over to them and looked at each of their faces. No Gerard.

"Get outta my face, runt." One of them grunted.

I scowled up at him. Then, I swung my fist. He landed on the concrete with me on top of him, delivering blows to his face.

"Hey. HEY! FIGHT!"

I was yanked off the man by a policeman. The man looked up from the sidewalk in shock.

"WHERE'S GERARD??" I screeched "WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIM?!"

The man on the floor blinked.

"Gerard. Black, long hair? Pixie face?"

I froze at his description,

"Yes." I whispered.

The man laughed.

"Ah! So you're him... Frankie, right?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"Gotta admit, you put some real hope in him. He's never fought me so hard. He kept screaming your name. Yelling for you to 'save him'."

I landed on my knees next to the man.

"Where is Gerard." I said, unblinking.

The man shrugged.

"When was the last time you saw him?" I asked, a little louder.

"When I was fucking 'im."

That did it.

I jumped at the man and wrapped my hands around his pale neck. I didn't waste time in squeezing.

Nearly instantly, I was pulled off him and into an ambulance. The door shut. I broke down.

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Mikey POV

The second police cars showed up, I knew we were found out. I hit the emergency buzzer and the workers came out of their rooms. They were confused.

"Straight file." I ordered. "Walk to the back. I need you in the black van in the next three minutes."

There was one room that wasn't open. I knocked on the door. Blue lights shone onto the walls.

Panic rising.

There was crying from inside the room I was knocking. I used my key. The man who had Gerard had just finished up.

He was zipping up his pants.

Gerard... was a sorry sight.

He lay on the bed, his eyes wide open and trembling in horror. Around him were cut-up clothes, being displayed like dead flowers.

I went over to him and wrapped him in the cummy sheets. Then, I picked him up.

The client smiled and thanked me. Then, he left the room.

The big doors opened. I carried the now-unconscious Gerard down the long halls.

He was light. Very light.

I carried him to the van.

We were all packed in less than three minutes. I squeezed my temples. I just lost 20 girls and 16 guys.

Not good for business.

All Gerard's fault.

I looked to the man slumped in the passenger seat and scowled.

Father would have my head.

Gerard's fault.

Dammit, I couldn't WAIT to beat the crap out of him!

Half the business... gone. Because of ONE little slut.

The doors shut. I slammed on the reverse and backed out of the garage. The police, who were on the other side of the building, kept invading.

I hurriedly crossed the street and backed into a neighbor's garage.

This situation had been planned for.

Ray and two more workers got the merch out, at gunpoint, and transferred them across the house. Then to the back, where another truck was waiting. Then, Ray came back and slung Gerard over his shoulder.

"Why do you even bring him?" He asked.

"If he'd have stayed, he would have gotten back to that other man. Gerard is OURS."

Finally, we got Gerard into the second van. Ray handcuffed him to the back. Then, he gagged him.

Then, slowly, we took off.

This van had the neighbor's licence plate. The old neighbor who hardly used her old car. Ray drove this time. He drove slowly and at a leisure pace.

The police didn't look our way. Finally, when we were about ten streets away, he floored it.
I held on to my street as the brown van lurched forward. Ray smiled. I stood to give him a peck, and ended up sitting on his lap as he drove.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and, slowly, gave him one hickey after another.

Three hours later, we were at the new location. This one was an old mansion that belonged to our family.

When he stopped the van, Ray took hold of my waist.

"You little bugger. Making me horny all the way like that."

I giggled and straddled him.

Then we had sex in the van, with him still strapped in.

A little uncomfortable... but I've done it virtually EVERYWHERE with Ray.

When we got out, we took out all the merchandise. Some of the girls were crying. The guys were trying to be strong for them.

I grabbed Gerard first. He was awake. Frightened eyes followed us as I pulled on his hair. He screamed into the gag.

"You see this THING?!" I screeched, holding him up for all to see. "It thought it could escape. THAT is a MISTAKE, my beloved cattle. Every single one of your asses belongs to the Way family!"

I pulled harder on Gerard's hair. He whimpered.

"Mikey Way." Came a booming voice. "Bring your brother here. I'll deal with him."

Gasps all around. They looked at the struggling Gerard with a new sense of fright.

"Exactly." I said, with a deadly whisper. "I will not hesitate in hurting any of you. From now on, things will be tighter. More appointments per person. No whining. No resisting."

I got out of the van. Father's henchmen came to remove the frightened masses as I dragged Gerard to him.

Gerard hadn't seen father in the longest. When their eyes connected, he immediately began screaming. It was pathetic. He was gonna get beaten either way.

I saw father lean down and grab him by the shirt collar.

"Michael. Come with me."

I followed father to the lesson room. It was a basement with a cement floor. It had two pairs of shackles on each wall; totalling to eight pair. He shackled Gerard to the wall opposite the stairs.... and then me.

"Did you think I'd forget your punishment, Michael? You slipped up, didn't you?"

I looked down at Gerard, then at father. He couldn't. He WOULDN'T.

He would.

Father left the room. I was trembling terribly.

"It's YOUR FAULT!" I hissed at Gerard. "Father is going to HIT ME!"

Gerard didn't listen to me. He was too busy pulling at the shackles that bound him to the wall.

"It's no use, Gerard." I whispered.

He wouldn't listen. He struggled against the metal and the gag. I only watched. Finally, after twenty minutes of struggling, he was able to spit out the gag.

"What's the point?" I choked out. "Dad's gonna KILL ME-"

"SHUT UP!" Gerard shouted, turning to me.

I jumped in shock and gawked at him.

"IF YOU'RE NOT EVEN GONNA TRY, THAT'S GOOD FOR YOU! STAY AND GET BEATEN TO A PULP! I'M GOING BACK TO MY FRANKIE!"

He struggled harder against his bindings. I could only stare at my brother with a newfound respect. He was fighting back. Actually fighting back!

"Why?" I whimpered. "Why would you even try to resist Father?"

Gerard paused. He looked to the floor. Then, he looked up at me. His eyes were shining.

"Love. I LOVE Frank, Mikey. And he... he loves me too."

I had never thought about that. I had never thought about anyone in the house as a person. I guess... I had been brainwashed into thinking of them as cattle... things that were mine to sell and buy....

They were PEOPLE.

They had hopes and dreams. Maybe even more than me. It would be arguable to say that they were more HUMAN than me.

Gerard went back to struggling.

The door to the basement opened.

Soon, Father was standing in front of us. He had a long whip in his right hand.

Before any of us could say anything, he cracked it down on my back.

The pain seared through me like I was on fire. I screamed like never before.

"STOP!" Gerard screamed.

The whip went down again. The sound was terrible.

He gave me twelve whippings.

By the time he was done, I knew my back was bleeding. I could feel my slightly tattered shirt sticking to the cuts. My face was wet with tears. My throat hoarse from screaming.

"Daddy...." I whimpered.

He then turned to Gerard. But I didn't give him the chance to hurt my brother.

Notes

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