Barbed Wire Love

More teachers had been outside the assembly hall, trying to get in. They too were shot down.

Frank and the girls were half- carried to half a dozen large black Range Rovers with blacked out windows. The girls were dragged into the cars and drove off. As simply as that, they were gone.

Frank was pushed into the arms of the smaller man who had shot his headmistress.

"Here Poison, take your hoare"

Frank gasped and clapped a hand over his mouth to silence himself. He reluctantly looked up at "Poison", recalling the masked man's hazel eyes.

Poison looked down for a moment at him, then opened the car door and shoved him into the backseat.

"Move over" he rolled his eyes, looking at Frank sprawled on the seat.

He scrambled into a sitting position, eyes wide and threatening to tear up. "W-where are you taking me?"

"A house" he shrugged, climbing in beside him.

Frank got once last glimpse of the school he'd been so peacefully sitting in no more than 10 minutes ago, before the man slammed the heavy door closed.

The man yanked his balaclava off, and Frank's guess was confirmed. It was indeed the group of men he'd bumped into this morning. He was surprisingly fine featured for a kidnapper- not your typical murdering phycopath looks-wise.

"...Why did you take me?"

The man ignored Frank and hit the seat in front of him with his fist. "Hey, did Kobra get the shit?"

"Yeah"

"Good, go" he glanced over to Frank. "What's your name kid?"

Frank's eyes flickered down to the rifle balanced, guessing he's just going to have to cooperate with these phycopaths. "I-it's Frank. Frank Iero"

"I'm Gerard"

An angry voice burst from the front seat "-Gee, what the fuck? I thought we agreed not to use real names?"

Gerard chuckled lightly. "Don't worry Bobert, he's not going anywhere anytime soon"

Frank's breath caught in his throat. Yes, this was it. He was going to die, he thought as the vehicle took off.

Gerard turned back to him and smirked. "Buckle up kid. Seat belts save lives"

If he wasn't so fucking scared, Frank might've laughed at the irony.

*

It was a solid three and a half hours of driving, and Frank was trying desperately not to fall asleep. He couldn't; he was being kidnapped, the man had a fucking rifle and he'd lost track of trying to figure out where he was being taken.

He stole occasional glances at his kidnapper, being caught out a few times as he already found himself being scrutnized by hazel eyes.

The vehicle eventually pulled to a halt, and Gerard hopped out. He held a hand out for Frank.

"C'mon Frank" he said, far too casually for Frank's liking. Frank hesitantly crawled across the seat -ignoring Gerard's hand- and slid out.

He let out a little gasp as he took in his new surroundings. They were quite literally in the middle of fucking nowhere; surrounded by fields, trees and a tall barbed wire fence enclosing a large house. Frank wound his arms around himself, as if they could protect him from everything.

Gerard gave a little snort and started towards the big house, obviously not worried about Frank escaping, because It's not like he could even if he tried.

Gerard had nearly reached the door before looking back, realising Frank had not followed.

"Come Frank" he said lazily, pulling a set of keys from his pocket and unlocking the door.
Frank looked from the car with "Bobert", then towards Gerard, and slowly made his way up to the house.

The inside was a similar style to the outside, modern yet somehow also capturing an antique look; several expensive looking paintings hanging in the hallway.

Gerard peeled his black leather jacket off and flung it over a large white sofa, leaving him in a plain black t shirt.

He looked back over to Frank, who had retreated to the corner, arms still wound around himself in a vulnerable looking position.

"You hungry? I can call Bob and get him to grab a pizza"

"A-are you freaking kidding me?" Frank whimpered, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Gerard frowned. "No. Pizza's awesome. Who kids about pizza when they're hungry?"

"This... what- what even is this?" Frank screamed, grabbing fistfuls of his own hair and tugging on it. "You kill a bunch of people, pull me from my own school to some creepy house in the asshole of nowhere and ask me if I want pizza?"

"Mhm" he sat down and pulled his phone from his tight jeans. "You want anything?"

Frank hesitated. If he ate anything at a time like this, he'd probably throw up. But on the other hand, he didn't know when he'd be offered food again.

"Make sure it's vegetarian"

Gerard chuckled. "Coming right up. Hey Bobert, get us a pizza will ya? Veggie combo. Cheers"

He hung up and tossed his phone carelessly on the coffee table and stretched his arms out lazily in front of him.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

Frank stared at the man. Is he playing some kind of mind game, or has he some kind of multiple personality disorder?

Frank sighed in resignation. Sitting down couldn't make things worse right now. He sat at the opposite end of the sofa, bringing his knees to his chin.

"Lord Of The Rings" Frank said in surprise as Gerard switched on the t.v.

"Yeah it's great, right?"

Frank nodded and moved his eyes back to the movie. Hmph, murderers liked Lord of The Rings? Who knew?

*

"Frank"

Frank looked over during the movie, and Gerard's hazel eyes were practically glowing, hungry and dangerous.

"Suck my cock"

Frank flinched. He looked from the pizza, to the t.v, then to Gerard. He knew this was too good to be true. Gerard wasn't going to just let him sit there, watch movies and eat food. That just didn't happen when you've been kidnapped.

In any case Frank shook his head furiously, scrabbling back and nearly falling off the edge of the sofa.

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Don't make me make you, because I will"

Franks eyes dropped to the noticiable bulge in Gerard's jeans.

A tear escaped from his eyes and rolled down his cheek. This is why he's here then. Not to be held for ransom or killed. No, he was going to be kept here and used as a fucktoy. Sexually abused, possibly even raped. I think I'd rather be killed, he thought to himself.

"Please, no" Frank croaked, more tears streaming down his face and soaking into his hoodie.

"Frank" he repeated firmly, his tone cold and unforgiving.

Frank closed his eyes. What could he do? He couldn't run, the wouldn't be able to get past that damn barbed fence outside. He couldn't hide, Gerard would of course find him in his own house.

Knowing there's no way he's getting out of this, Frank gulped and crawled forward, looking up at Gerard.

"Undo my pants" he said quietly, watching Frank's every move.

Tears still flowing, Frank's shaking fingers reached out and unbuckled his belt. he slid the pants down past Gerard's narrow hips, and paused at the fucking tent in Gerard's boxers.

"Take them off"

Franks hands were now shaking so much he could barely get a grip on the waistband of the underwear. Before he could pull it down, he heard a groan of frustration and felt his hand being batted away. Frank closed his eyes, begging that Gerard had changed his mind.

Gerard hooked two fingers under Frank's chin and lifted it to look at him. "Frankie, it's not hot when you're crying"

He leaned forward and dragged his lips down Frank's cheek and across his jaw. Frank shivered, holding in a sob.

"I'll let you off this time"

He pushed Frank back to where he was originally sitting and stood up, going to finished the job himself.

Notes

I was so excited about the amount of positive feedback on the first chapter, it drove me to write another one today! Thank you all so much for commenting, rating and subscribing!

(next chapter may not be up for a wee while because of school work and exams, but I'll try my best)
-killjoybyname