Yes, Mr. Iero.

Frank turned around and was met with a man who looked like Gerard, only with blonde hair.

"Mikey, what are you doing?" Frank said through clenched teeth.

"If you love him, let him go. If you beat Bert, he'll turn around and hurt Gee twice as bad." Mikey sighed, "the only thing we can do for him is let him be."

"How can you tell me to just let Bert sell him! I don't even want Bert near MY Gerard!" Frank was yelling now, he ran around to find Gee.

He ran maniacally through the house, calling out for Gerard. He heard quite sobs and went to the source of them,

"Gee? Are you in there?" I stilled, "I'm opening the door now honey."

Frank walked in and pulled me into his arms, "pl-please dont l-look at me." I forced through my tears.

"I'm going to find a way to save you, trust me." I rose my eyes to meet his, something I haven't done in twelve years.

As I stared into his beautiful hazel eyes I saw pain, regret, and something I used to know, something I hadnt seen in ages.

Love.

He looked at me with adoration and respect. All I was used to was hungry, lusty glares. His eyes were glazed over with hurt and he had tears welling up.

Bert came busting through the door and ripped me away from Frank, "time to go make me some money bitch." He slurred drunkenly. "I don't have time for you to go home so change into this," he threw my 10' heels, black and red corset, black tights, and red thong at me.

"Yes, master."

I obediently stripped and changed into the outfit as quickly as I could, once I was done Bert handed me my black trench coat. I turned around and saw Frank sitting on the floor still with a horrified expression on his face.

"I'm sorry." I whisperer,

Bert hauled me out to the house and threw me into his car, "where am I taking you?"

"The motel I used to work, master," I wanted to vomit just calling him that.

He sped to the other side of town and we walked in, sitting there was my client whom I knew to be as 'M. Shadows.' I suppose its not odd not knowing his real name because he doesn't know mine so its mutual. Bert took the five grand from him and took off,

"You better get your ass into that room right the fuck now." He said in a deep, dark, and dangerous tone.

I wasted no time running in, ripping off my coat, and kneeling in front of him, waiting for what would I would be spending the rest of my morning doing. At least Bert would give me about a weeks break now, this guy was rough, and you most certainly cant have a bruised up prostitute. No one would pay for me.

Notes

Things are getting very, very heated! The smut is coming very shortly!

Until the next night, My Killer Kittens.