Yes, Mr. Iero.

I limped out of the motel room as carefully as I could, I recognized the wet feeling of blood trickling down the inside on my legs. As I walked down the street I looked down and saw I was leaving bloody footprints in my wake. He had torn me open, carved things into my back with a knife, and burned me. He was one sadistic fuck. I groaned realizing I'd still have to have Bert and all his friends fuck me. When I entered Bert's apartment there was loud music and at least eight guys in our living room,

"And our toy arrives." The corners of Bert's mouth curled up into a wicked grin. (AN: Imagine The Grinch)
"Master, please let me clean up first," I gestured to the blood on my back and down my legs.
He stared at me as I stood in a puddle of blood, "there will be much more where that came from." He was still grinning menacingly.
I shivered as Bert hit a button on the wall and a pair of handcuffs came down from the ceiling.
I dropped the coat and shoes I was holding and dropped to my knees under the chains and raised my arms above my head.
The man who's name was Synyster Gates chained me up, he was always so friendly when he came to Franks office, I was so fucking wrong.
Bert pulled out a spiked cat o' nine tails whip and I whimpered audibly.
"Awe, is my poor little pet scared?" He poured hydrogen peroxide on the tails and brushed them against my face, leaving a small burning cut.He walked around behind me, "make no noise."
It would be such a simple order under any other circumstances, he delivered the first blow.
I bit straight through my lip, I could feel my skin blistering and bubbling, normally I could take this relatively well but that peroxide made this ninety times worse. He mercilessly hit back and forth, up and down, side to side, with all his strength.
"Scream for me." He purred.
He uncapped the bottle of liquid fire and poured its entire contents onto my skin.

I let out a blood curdling cry so loud, with such force, and full of utter agony that I blew my voice out right then. All I could make were small pain stricken grunts as my arms were released and I fell to the floor in a heap. I began to cry, lying there, in a puddle of my own blood mixed with hydrogen peroxide. Bert and his friends laughed as they walked out the door leaving me to slowly bleed out. My vision was starting to blur and the relief of unconsciousness made the pain subside, I had one thought on my mind.

Frankie.

Notes

Ooooooooo I feel so bad, but being evil is so fun!

Until the next night, My Killer Kittens