Victimized

I was exhausted. I've never had a day like this, and it was scarier than what I thought it would be.

I always thought about scenarios like this until I scared myself. I wasn't a brave person, but this was worse than anything I could ever imagine.

I couldn't will my body to stop shaking or my eyes to stop staining my face with tears. The fact that I couldn't see anything was making it all worse.

The only thing I wanted to do was sleep until this faded away. But I couldn't let myself drift off, I had to stay awake and alert. Not that I could do much to protect myself, anyway.

We were driving for a long time, until the car slowly stopped, and I felt arms in my shoulders making me get out of the car. They took off the guy's shirt and he put it on again, letting me finally see where I was.

It was a house. But I could have never imagined it like this. If you weren't me you could think it was an ordinary house. Not small, it was kind of big, but it was not a mansion. Honestly, I would have imagine a mansion in a situation like this. It was white, with a black fence and surrounded by grass. There was a white rock path leading to two big wooden doors. I could also see the men who brought me here, since there were small lamps on the walls. One of them was skinny with brown hair and black glasses. The other one had blonde hair.

We made our way towards the house and they opened the door for me, pushing me slightly, the blonde guy holding grasping my forearm.

"Come on," he grumbled and I quickly obeyed, not wanting to make them mad.

We walked through a long hallway and we stopped at the last door. He opened it.

"Gerard?"

I couldn't see anything but I heard an answer coming from the room.

"What is it?"

Who was Gerard anyway?

"I've got... Something for you." He chuckled. Was this funny for him? Apparently it was.

"Come in."

We entered the room and I saw another guy with black hair counting... money? He had piles of coins and bills. That was a lot of money. Who the fuck were these guys?

"Oh. Hello there." This guy, Gerard, smirked, looking me up and down in a way that made me extremely uncomfortable.

"We found him and were going to kill him but Mikey thought you would like him." Said the other one. They were talking about me as if I was some sort of item and I was pissed, to say the least.

"I see. I do like him. What's your name, honey?" My cheeks turned pink. He looked me in the eye and I struggled to keep eye contact. I couldn't help but look away though.

"My- my name is Frank."

"Frank. It suits you. You're cute, by the way. You're short, but I don't mind." It seemed like he couldn't wipe that smirk off his face and I couldn't stop the blush creeping up my face.

I didn't say anything, just bit my lip, waiting for something to happen, hopefully something good.

"Have you eaten something, Frank?" I shook my head.

"Well I'll tell Ray, and I'll be with Mikey, Gerard. I'll let you two alone."

"Thanks, Bob. We're gonna need some time to... sort some things out."

What?

The man called Bob nodded, and turned around, walking out of the room. I looked at Gerard, unsure of what to do.

"So, Frank, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty." I whispered.

"You're young, but I thought you were like seventeen." He chuckled. "You look younger." I just looked at him. Did he want me to do or say something? "You don't talk much, do you?" I shook my head. "Well what a shame. You'll have to talk to me when I ask you something, is that clear?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." I mumbled and he rolled his eyes, as if he wanted a longer answer.

He stood up and closed the few steps that separated us. I pulled my sleeves over my hands.
He caressed my cheek with his fingertips and I frowned. What the hell was wrong with these guys?

"Not used to this, uh?"

"Um, no." My face was burning now, but Gerard didn't seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to amuse him.

"Have you ever had sex? Or at least being in a relationship?"

"No, I- I never have." He was going to make fun of me, I could tell. Because who was a virgin at 20? I hadn't even kissed anyone before. I never had a social life or meet someone who wanted to even spend time with me. Pathetic.

"Perfect." That wasn't the answer I was expecting. Not even close. I frowned in confusion and he laughed.

"Because you're cute, but this makes you adorable." That didn't even make sense! "You're innocent and it'll be fun to teach you some... things. Besides you're hot." He bit his lip. Yes, he was fucking nuts, I if there's something I wasn't, it was hot.

"Wait, are we going to do something sexual?" My eyes were wide, looking for answers.
"Are you eager or what?" He was laughing. Doing something with him was the last thing I wanted to so. I was so done with all of this.

"Fucking answer me!" He was taken aback for the change in my attitude, and I knew I shouldn't have done that.

"Hey, watch your mouth."

"Let me go!"

Suddenly my left cheek was burning and my mouth fell open in shock.

He had slapped me.

"I said watch your mouth." He hissed.

"And I said let me go." This wasn't me, I had never acted like this but I couldn't help my self anymore. I was desperate.

"You shut the fuck up, I am the boss here."

"Then you don't fucking need me, let me go now! I didn't do anything, let me go!" I was on the verge of crying, but it didn't matter because he was not going to let me go, no matter how much I cried or begged.

"Listen to me, you little shit." He grabbed my face with his hand tightly, digging his fingers in my chin and cheeks, hurting me, and that was it, I started crying; but he ignored me. "You don't tell me what to do. And you don't talk to me like that. Believe me when I say there will be consequences. And I'll enjoy it." Pause. "You probably won't." My blood ran cold at those last word and I didn't dare to open my mouth again as he dragged me out of the room, but I did try to resist, which made it all worse.

He pushed me into some bedroom, which I'm guessing was his, because I saw a bed in it. Just a bed. That was it. This couldn't end well.

"No, wait, what are you going to do? Don't, please! I'm sorry!" I was in hysterics now as he pushed me into the bed, took all of his clothes, and climbed in top of me, trying to get rid of my shirt. "No, no, no, please! I'm so sorry!" I cried and he slapped me once again.

"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up. Do you even know who I am? My job is to get rid of little fuckers like you who don't know what they are getting themselves into." He took off my belt and started to unbutton my black jeans, pulling them down along with my boxers, and took hold both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. He wouldn't let me move an I was starting to have trouble breathing.

"Please..." I whimpered. I tried to squirm away from him, but it was useless.

"Don't move, Frank." He warned. "You asked for sex? You'll have sex. You should've shut up when I told you to." Fuck. I should've taken care of my choice of words and I was starting to regret everything. From going to that store to back talking to Gerard.

"Let's see what you have to tell me when I'm done with you."

-

I looked down at my sore body, still lying in the bed, and let out a horrified scream.

"What's wrong, baby?" Gerard smirked.

"I'm bleeding!" I cried out, fear ripping through my voice.

"I noticed." He nodded.

"What do I do?" I panicked.

"Nothing, actually. You did this to yourself, so..." He shrugged, making me feel pure hatred for him, even though he was right, this was my fault. I knew I it was all my fault, so I just was looking for someone to blame.

My wrists were hurting and had red marks he caused by gripping them the whole time. I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to cover my face.

There was a sudden knock on the door, startling me and pressing my hands even harder against my face, wishing this nightmare could just disappear.

"Gerard? Are you guys done?"

"Yeah, come in."

I removed my hands and attempted to sit up but lay back again due to the pain. I did, however, voice what was worrying me.

"No!" The door opened a crack but closed again when I spoke up. Gerard looked at me.

"What?" Gerard asked exasperatedly.

"I don't have any clothes on..." I whispered, my face turning redder then it already was, and the fact that I had been crying didn't help the matters at all.

"Yeah, I know." Gerard said, rolling his eyes as if I was stupid. Maybe I was. "What a shame, isn't it? Come in, Ray."

A guy entered the room with a tray in his hands.

"So Bob and Mikey told you about him, right?"

"Yeah." Ray, like Gerard called him, nodded. "Is he going to have dinner? Bob said he didn't eat anything."


Gerard looked at me, and I could tell he was thinking about something.

"No."

He was denying me food? But he had already punished me! It was not fair, but I didn't say anything. I couldn't after what had happened.

"Gerard-" Ray started but was cut off.

"Fuck off, Ray. I said no."

"He's a kid!"

"He's twenty!" Ray looked surprised. Did I really look that young? I didn't think so.

"It's the same thing, and he's not used to this. Come on, don't be like this."

"I fucking said no. Take that back to the kitchen. He'll have breakfast. Only if he does deserve it, of course." Gerard stood up and ushered Ray out of the room, then he turned to me. "Don't do anything stupid. You don't want to pay the consequences. Again. Oh, and try to get some sleep, you must be exhausted and we'll have so much fun tomorrow." He chuckled and left the room.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Tears didn't come out anymore.

I was scared, I didn't know what was going to happen to me. Would they keep me even if they treated me bad? Would they.. kill me? I didn't know, and I sure as hell didn't want to find out.

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