A Life in Hell

Gerard POV

Somewhere, in the depths of my subconscious, I heard a voice.

"Gerard....It's time to wake up....Come on baby....Red....Let's wake up now....Get UP!"

The last phrase was punctuated with cold water splashing across my face. My eyes snapped open, and I gasped for air. I attempted to reach up and wipe my face, but quickly discovered my hands were bound. Cliff grabbed my collar with one hand, my bound wrists with the other, and hauled me to my feet. He dragged me along behind him. My ankles were bound identically to my hands, so I was unable to do anything more than stumble along in an attempt to stay vertical.

I looked around, taking in everything. Nothing was familiar. I heard screams and other noises from the doors leading off of the hallway, and shuddered. I could only pray that whatever was happening to them, wasn't going to happen to me.

Finally, we stopped at a door. Cliff opened it and shoved me in in front of him. I stumbled and fell. Looking up, I realized that we weren't alone. Many others in collars were there as well, their wrists tied to one of two poles that stretched across the room. Cliff untied my ankles, and re-bound my hands along the poles. While I was still taking everything in, Cliff leaned down and grabbed my chin.

"Listen to me, Gerard. This is your only chance. If you don't fetch a high price, your life will be hell, worse than it is now. So listen to me carefully. When you are on display, keep your head down. Don't utter one word. Don't moan, don't whimper. If they ask you a question, respond with 'Sir' or 'Ma'am'. Do not let me down."

With that, Cliff left me. I looked around, but most everyone had their head down. I took the opportunity to sleep a little more. I had a feeling this would be the last good sleep I got for a while.

Sometime later, a slamming door startled me out of my sleep.

"Get up! Let's go, you whores. It's time for the auction to begin."

I was hauled up roughly. Two men pulled me behind them, to what was apparently the staging area. I was dragged to a tiny pedestal. A rope was clipped to a ring on my collar, and my hands were tied to loops in the rope above my head. My ankles were attached to things on the sides of the pedestal, and a blindfold was tied around my eyes.

Soon,the sounds of the night changed from people being strapped up to people appraising goods. I felt hands running all over me, poking, pinching, and prodding. Some were smooth, others rough. Eventually, I felt a familiar pair of hands running across my body and through my hair, and a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

"Hey there baby. I've missed you. I can't wait to see you on that auction block, ready for the taking. Don't worry, I won't spare any expense."

He walked away; his voice left me trembling. I could hear the dedication in his words, could feel it in his stare. I felt my last hope escaping me, something I didn't even realize I still had. It's funny how there's always more to lose, even when everything you had seems to be already gone.

Notes

Hey everyone! Thanks for all of the support on my story! I'm currently on break right now, so I'm trying to post as much as I can right now. There will most definitely be a lull in the frequencey of posts after Monday.