Guys Like You Don't Last Here

The door slammed open, and a man walked in. The same man that drove me to this... place.

"Frank! I see you met our newest... member. Like Quinn told you, even if this one is willing, do not do what you do with the others." The man ordered. Frank smirked, and lounged on my bed.

"Just tell me why, exactly, you don't want him touched Bert. Why is he different than the others?" Frank questioned. The amusement was still in his face, but his eyes were dead serious.

"Funny thing to ask Frankie. This one, he is very pretty. Prettier than you. That is why he is going to be my new pet." Bert spat. Franks lower lip trembled, and he looked down. I looked back and forth between them, trying to figure out the history. But I couldn't get much out of their facial tones. I look at my new arm band, and my mind drifts to Mikey.
He won't last without me.
My eyes fill with salt water, and I can feel my throat swelling.
I needed to get out of here.

"I don't want to be your pet! I have a brother, who needs me! He has no other family. Please, just let me leave. I won't tell anyone about this! I just need to stay with my brother!" I cried, the tears flowing freely. Frank put him arm around me, trying to comfort me. Bert yanked Frank's arm off of me, and punched him in the face, hard. Harder than I've ever seen at my school, or even in comics, and even movies! Frank fell to the ground, clutching his face. I can already tell from the blood in between Frank's fingers, Bert split Frank's lip open, and possibly broken his nose. I stared at Frank, for what seemed like an hour, but must've only been a couple seconds, because Bert grabbed my arm with force and pulled me off the bed, throwing me on the ground.

"Listen boy, I don't know your name. I don't even need your name. But there are some rules, in this place. Rule one, you cannot choose if you want to be mine or not. You already are. I've decided it, and you will be mine until you're not beautiful anymore. Then, you will be thrown back into the stages, like my old pet here." Bert states, laughing as he glanced over at Frank. My eyes looked over at Frank, then back to Bert's. So, Frank used to be like me.

"Rule two, I don't want to know your past. And you begging to leave won't make me want to change my mind. And rule three, you follow all my rules, bitch." Bert finished. I swallowed back the lump in my throat, staying silent until Bert makes another move. I watch him pull out a ball of rope, and another, both from his front pocket. My eyes follow his body as he walks behind me, roughly grabbing my arms and holding them behind my back. He wrapped the rope around my wrists tightly, and secured it with a strip of duct tape overtop. He yanked me to my feet, and I could tell I was a little taller than him. Bert had long, greasy hair, and tired, but vicious eyes. I've never seen someone look more... evil. They were icy, mean, and extremely cruel. I shivered from looking at them, and Bert smiled, noticing my fear. He walked me over to the corner of the room, where a large ring was sticking in the wall. He pushed me to the floor, and used the other rope to connect my hands to the ring. He then kicked off one of his shoes, and pulled off one of his greyish socks. Before I could react, he shoved the sock in my mouth, and a taste of sweat and disgust filled my mouth. I cringed, wanting to spit it out, but I knew better, after knowing that Bert will result in violence after seeing Frank. Bert smiled, looking pleased with himself.

"Hm, one, two, three, four. Four days I believe. Frank, don't you agree?" Bert hysterically giggles. Frank's eyes widened, and he looked, terrified.

"Bert, you can't. Gerard, he is just a kid. He needs to get used to here, it is only his first day. Please. I will tell him everything he can and cannot do. Just don't do that to him." Frank pleads. A sickening feeling fills my stomach, and I feel like I have to vomit. It might just be the sock though. Please let it be the sock.

"Frank, it wasn't a question for you. It has already been decided. But, tonight he will stay with you. Since it is his first night I guess. But first, I want to have my first time with him as my new and improved pet." Bert grinned. He strode over to me, his hands by his thighs. He reached to my mouth and pulled out the sock, and threw it to the floor. I took gulps of air, trying to get the nasty taste out of my mouth. Before I knew it, Bert smashed his lips into mine, roughly biting my lips and tongue, moving his tongue around my mouth, exploring every crevice and dent. He soon bit down hard on my lip, and I could feel blood running into my mouth. Bert pulled away, and stuck two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them obediently, feeling sick to my stomach. I could feel the blood running down my chin, and saw Bert take the fingers out of my mouth, and wipe the blood off my chin. He then put the fingers in his mouth, ad licked off all my blood. I cringed, feeling helpless under his strong gaze. I looked at Frank, who was trying his best not to look at me, and I felt a pang of sadness. Bert followed my eyes towards Frank, and gave me a sharp slap across the cheek. He then came to the side of me, and pulled out a knife.
Mikey. He needs me. I can't die. I can't.

I braced myself for the feeling of the knife, being plunged into my side, when I heard the sawing of rope. Bert was just untying me. I breathed out all my worries, and I felt a couple tears drop as well. Once I was fully untied, Bert pushed me to my bed, and I happily collapsed into it. Bert left without a word and shut the door, making a 'click' sound. I shoved my face into my pillow, finally letting all my sobs come out. I cried, and I cried Mikey's name, and my friend's names, and I cried about how no one will know where I am, or even if they will care. I cried because I don't know what will happen to Mikey. I feel the presence of someone hovering over me, and I move over, still crying. Sobbing, wailing, choking on my own spit. I felt Frank wrap his arms around me, pulling me into his tight grasp, his warm heartbeat. I soon fell asleep, hearing the continuous, soft whispers of "I promise," drifting out of Frank's lips, and wondering if Frank will sleep that night.

Notes

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