The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys

"Listen to me you fucking faggot." He slammed my head against the wall, causing to me to whimper as his tobacco stained hands wrapped in my hair. My beautiful red hair... "I told you we had rules." His whiskey drenched breath reached my nose, causing it to wrinkle and flinch away from the smell. This was all too familiar. From what I couldn't remember, the thought itching at my brain.
"You know what happens to whores who don't listen?" His body was pressed against mine, pressing me into the cool cement of the wall. It hurt, but I didn't do anything to stop him. I knew it was a bad idea. "I asked you a fucking question!" He yelled, back handing me in the face. I let out a choked sob, my knees buckling. The only thing that was keeping me up was his body against mine.
"Who am I?" He demanded, I stated at him for a second as I tried to regain my balance. He slapped me. "Who am I?!" He growled.
"Bert...Bert McCracken." I gasped as his grip on my hair tightened. "You're thirty two, you're Ger-ard Way's drug dealer and-and yo-you're my boss." My voice was breaking as I tried to hold back my sobs.
"Who told you who Gerard Way was?" I gulped. Fuck.
"You-you, Sir." I whimpered, tears running down my face.
"I did no such thing. Have you been drinking the coffee Shadows gave you?"
"M? What-what does he-?"
"Do not question me, slut!" Bert yelled, slamming my head against the wall again only harder this time.
"Yesyes." I cried,my vision going blurry around the edges.
"Good boy." He smiled and that was the sickening part. "You need more, my pretty boy, or are you okay for the week?"
"M-more please?"
"Shh, baby, you can ask me for anything. Don't be scared." He kissed my cheek and I resisted the urge to gag. I was tempted to say I wasn't his, but I but my tongue. Hard.

Notes

Okay so like M is the head guy and Bert is like his puppy