Guys Like You Don't Last Here

"I don't want to leave." I whispered to Frank. He held me tighter, and I could tell he didn't want me to leave either.

"Frank, what is the thing I have to do? You acted like you knew what he was talking about. Please, I need to know." I asked, fear circling in my stomach. I turned to face him, and all I saw was terror in his eyes.

"Gerard, I can't tell you. It will scare you. You will be so scared by the time he comes this morning. I can't do that to you." Frank whispered gently. I held back my tears. I needed to know. I had to.

"Frank, I have to know. I need to be prepared. If I'm prepared, maybe it won't be as scary." I demand, a single tear running down my cheek. Frank stroked the cut and bruise on my lip, and sighed.

"There is a room. It's for the first and the worst punishment. No matter what, no matter how severe your first mistake was, everyone goes there. And for the worst punishment part, if you do something that is possibly the worst in Bert's opinion, you will go there again." Frank explained. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he held up his hand.

"It's a room. Not exactly a room like this, it isn't even in this building. Bert will have his most trusted, usually Quinn, blindfold you and take you to the place. From what I know, it is like a cellar. It is underground, with no light, heat, or... anything. It is just a cement cube with a single metal chair, bolted to the ground. Bert meets you there, and they put you in the chair. After Quinn leaves, Bert does whatever he feels is necessary to you. I've never had it extremely bad, only beatings and, other stuff that I won't get into. Some people are shown their worst fears, some people haven't made it out of there alive. It just depends on what you did before. But, since you are Bert's pet, he can't hurt you that bad if he wants to keep you pretty. He will probably just have sex with you." Frank said, as he pulled me closer, my forehead against his. My skin crawled, and I feel like I had to throw up.

"I haven't lost my virginity yet," was all I said. I started to cry, knowing my innocence will be taken away by a sociopath. Frank held me, and he let me cry into him by the time the door opened. Quinn came in, and yanked Frank off of me. He pulled me out of bed, handcuffing my wrists together. A thick, black strip of fabric came over my eyes shortly after. I was pushed through the halls, and I could feel the breeze when we were outside. We entered another room, and I heard the door shut behind me. My blindfold was taken off, and I was standing in the room Frank told me about. But it wasn't how I imagined. Blood stains drenched the walls and floors, some looking fresh. There were shelves of weapons, and devices I've never seen before. My stomach wobbled, and my teeth were clenched. Bert came out from the shadows, and smiled at me as he took off my handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists and he sat me down in the chair. He then walked to the shelves, and came back with smaller handcuffs, but four of them. He cuffed my hands and feet to the legs of the cold chair, and the cuffs were so tight, I could already feel them cutting into my skin. I still didn't make any noise.

Bert motioned Quinn out, and Bert locked the door. Bert lit a small candle for light, and put it on one of the shelves closest to us.

"I bet Frank told you what this place is. He always warns the young ones." Bert said, a psycho grin on his face. I didn't want to reply, I just wanted to spit in his face and leave this place.

"Yes sir." I reply simply, looking down. Bert, looking pleased with himself, went to the shelves. He fumbled around, and came back with nothing but a small razor blade, thinner than paper. I held my breath, I already knew he was going to hurt me. But he didn't. He grabbed a handful of my long, silky black hair, and cut off a lock, watching it fall to the floor. I could feel my hair was at about my ear now, and Bert went to the other side, doing the same. He cut more, and brought me a mirror.

"Do you like it?" Bert asks, looking hopeful. He must be so crazy. I force a smile, nodding my head.

"That is wonderful! god, you're so beautiful. Will you be mine, Gerard? Forever?" Bert asks me, in a sweet voice. I stay silent, as Bert caresses my cheek. I felt a slight stinging where he touched me, and saw him holding the blade between his fingers.
That bastard.
I try not to move my face, if I move it too much, the blood will flow faster.

"Answer me Gerard! Are you going to be mine?" Bert yells, no longer being sweet. I turn my head the other way, there was no way I was saying yes. And I couldn't say no to him, I don't know what he would do to me if I did. He stomped his foot, frustrated, and threw his hand down at my thigh. I instantly felt the blade sink into my thigh, and I screamed out in pain. Bert yanked it out, licking my blood off the blade. He came closer to my chest, and gave me a kiss on the lips, as he made a slit down my shirt, tearing it in two. He kissed down my chest, running his teeth in every crease and dent. I clenched my hands onto the chair, trying to keep myself from shivering at his touch. He must've noticed my disgust, because he stopped, and lifted his head up.

"Close your eyes. NOW!" Bert yells at me. I shut my eyes, biting my lip to keep them from trembling. I felt my pants being sawed through, and I got extremely nervous. Once they fell on the ground, I can already feel my boxers being cut through. At this point, I felt like throwing up. Bert pulled off the cut boxers, and I was left cold, naked, still cuffed on the naked chair.

"Wow, you're even prettier like this Gerard. I'm glad I chose you. You can open your eyes now." Bert said. I looked at my leg, and noticed it was a thing cut, but quite deep. Thank goodness he didn't hit the artery, or I would've bled out by now. When I go back to my room, I will ask Frank to bandage it up.

Bert, interrupting my thoughts about my leg, reached down and stroked the shaft of my cock. He looked down at me, smiling. I however, was not. I shook under his touch,his fingers felt icy and slimy, which is what he was. He continued to stroke up, and when he noticed me not showing any emotion but disgust, he grabbed it with his hand and started pumping up and down. My heart started beating faster and I could feel my cock starting to throb with pleasure. My mind though, was disgusted. I felt like I was dirty, so dirty that no matter what I did I would never get Bert's touch off of me. I bit my lip so hard to keep me from moaning it broke one of the scabs from the other day.

Bert got on his knees, and took hold of my throbbing cock in his mouth. He started sucking right away, and I quickly came into his horrific mouth. I wanted to cry, I wanted to shower and never leave the burning water, I wanted Bert to take me out of his mouth.

"Such a good pet, coming for me without me having to do much work. You're my little slut. Such a dirty slut, that is what you are." Bert mocked. I turned my head to the side, and threw up onto the floor. The tears I have been holding back started to flow freely, and I didn't care what else Bert does to me. I needed to cry.

Bert grabs my hair and pulls my head up, using my torn shirt to wipe the vomit from my mouth, and then proceeds to slap me across the face. It burns immensely, and shortly after I feel the sharpness that my skin broke when he did that. He stood there smiling, the damn blade between his fingers.

"I think you are finished. Quinn will be coming to pick you up in five minutes. Put this on." Bert says in a regular, stern voice as he hands me a ball of clothes. I unravel it and they are soft, flannel pj pants, with an oversized cotton t-shirt. I gratefully put them on, feeling the warm and soft fabrics against the burning cuts.

Once Quinn got there, he quickly blindfolded and handcuffed me, and ran me back to the room with Frank. He cut off the cuffs, and quickly left the room and shut the door.

"Gerard! You're back so soon... I thought he said you would be there for a few days?" Frank asked, while he sat on the bed, reading a newspaper.

"I guess he didn't want me for that long. I threw up on his floor too. Either way, why are you reading the newspaper?" I question, trying to forget what Bert did to me as I rinsed out my cut on my leg and face with the few water bottles in the corner.

"They give me a paper every week. They always take out the page of missing people, probably because it is one of us. But what did he do to you? Did he cut you? Here, I have real supplies for that." Frank replies quickly. He goes into his drawer and pulls out a small first aid kit, with a note taped on it saying, "Aftercare." He pulled out some wipes and wiped my cuts clean, and it stung very badly. Then he used the butterfly bandages to keep the slash on my face from bleeding and he bandaged up the entire slash on my thigh. Frank then lifted me off the ground, and walked me to my bed. He layed me down, and climbed in with me.

"Goodnight Gerard. Remember, you are not a slut. You are not his, and you never will be. You are not dirty. You're still perfect." Frank murmured to my ear as I pretended I was asleep.

Notes

AHHHH SORRY GUYS
okay so I was disgusted while writing this (bert and gerard smut, eww)
but it had to be done, I mean. come on.
But sorry it took a couple days, I was busy with school, and trying to make this chapter a little longer as well.
I hope you guys enjoyed!
Love,
noelle xx