I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Chapter 11: In the Dark

Frank had no idea how long he was left there in the dark by himself. Days, months, maybe years. He couldn’t be sure. He spend most of his time sleeping, crying, or reminiscing about his life before he was kidnapped. Some memories were about his friends and the crazy fun they use to have together, like when Jacoby and Adam weaved through heavy traffic on their dirt bikes on a stupid dare and damn near killed themselves, or like that one time the cops found Vic and Kellin having sex on the beach and both their parents freaked out that they were no longer virgins anymore. Some of Frank’s memories were even romantic ones, like the first time Pete laid eyes on Patrick at the mall downtown and was instantly in love. Frank also remembered his precious memories that he spent with his parents, like when they each worked overtime to buy Frank his first guitar, and the time his dad caught Frank from falling out a tree when they were attempting to build treehouse together, and even the time his mother saved him from drowning in a lake after a couple of neighbor kids shoved him in for being tinier than them. Man, his mother was pissed at those kids.

Frank let out a dry chuckle, his head laying on the floor next to the empty bucket where his urine and feces were marinating together. His lips were dry and cracked from the lack of water, and his eyes were empty of any emotion that was coursing through him at the moment. His hair was a greasy mess and his body odor smelled just as toxic as his bucket. Frank hated this. He hated falling asleep and waking up to the smell of his own excrements and his body odor imbedded in his nostrils. It was disgusting, but as days go by Frank knew he would get use to the smell, but that only made him feel even worse about it.

Frank hated never getting to see any form of light except for when someone came in to take his bucket away and give him a new one. The first day his buckets were changed, it was by the lady with the gold and silver mask. Frank had begged and pleaded for her to let him go, and that he wouldn’t say anything to the cops about them. Sable merely sighed before gently petting his hair and turning to leave with his bucket, after giving him a clean one to use. The next day someone new had entered, and then another the next day. It was rarely ever the same person, but that didn’t matter to him. Frank had pleaded with each one of them until the blonde guy with the black mask threatened to kill him if he didn’t shut up. Frank shut his trap, and didn’t bother pleading for their aid anymore. It was pointless, and he knew it. Frank had already begged them countless times before and not one of them had acknowledge his pleas. They weren’t going to let him go, not matter what Frank says to them.

Frank didn’t see much of his kidnapper Poison anymore. The first time Frank saw him was when he woke up from a bad dream to find someone sitting across from him eating a loaf of bread. Frank had immediately sat up and pressed himself against the wall in fear at his new company. He was also confused at how he was able to see this stranger a little more brightly since his eyes haven’t all the way started to adjust to being kept in the dark all the time. Frank was beginning to think his night vision must have finally started to kick in, when he noticed the bedroom door was pushed wide open, and that the light from the hallway was why he was now able to see a bit more clearly. Poison had kept his eyes on Frank behind his mask while continuing to eat in front of the boy. Frank couldn’t help but watched Poison eat the delicious French bread in front of him, until his stomach suddenly blurt out an echoing growl, and interrupting their quiet moment. One side of Poison’s lips curved up a bit in amusement before he popped another chunk of bread into his mouth. Frank couldn’t deny how fucking hungry he was, and found himself drooling out of the corner of his mouth at the sight of beautiful food. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he last ate and it was petrifying him. Everyone knows you can only survive a certain number of days without food or water. Frank had never been in a situation where he had no food or water and was forced to survive without it. Frank had no idea how much longer he would last without some form of sustenance.

“P-Please…fo-food.” Frank managed to say, his voice coming out dry and raspy. His hand reached out for the piece of bread, hoping his captor would be kind enough to share. But Poison simply sat there and stared at Frank, as he continued to chew away. Frank lowered his hand after some time, not having the strength to keep it up anymore. Hell, it was becoming difficult sometimes to hold up his body for a certain amount of time. For reasons Frank didn’t even know, he tried reaching out for his excrement bucket, but he couldn’t find it. Where did my bucket go, Frank thought to himself?

Frank looked up at Poison just as he was getting to his feet to leave the room, a small piece of bread still in between his fingers. Frank knew that Poison was going to leave him without a bite to eat, and Frank wasn’t about to let him get away with that. He had to change Poison’s mind before it was too late. He had to appeal to his kidnapper.

“P-Poison!” Frank cried, his voice cracking so badly that it sounded rather pitiful to Poison, who stopped in his track. He looked over his shoulder to see Frank on his stomach with tears falling from his eyes, a daring hand reaching out to him. Poison tried to keep his composure together, as he turned around to face Frank. As hard as this was for Frank to endure, it was just as hard for Poison as well. Poison didn’t want to have to do this to Frank, hell he never wanted to have to do this in the first place. Poison had hoped that Frank would be easy to manipulate and dominate, but he wasn’t. Like every other victim, Frank had to be punished for his bad behavior. It was strange to think that Poison was more brutal on his other victims for the little mistakes that they made. Yet the biggest mistake any of his victims could have made had already been done by Frank, and what did he get as punishment for it? A week of very little food and water, while trapped in the dark with his own excrements for company. Frank had it easy in comparison to the others before him.

Poison decided now would be a good time to try a method on Frank that he’s been thinking over. He took a few steps back to Frank before crouching down, and presenting the chunk of bread in his hand to him. Frank tried to stretch his arms forward to receive the treat but his chains were preventing him from getting a hold of it. An apathetic Poison watched him strain until he noticed that the cuffs were beginning to lightly tear the surface of Frank’s skin. Poison didn’t like the idea of Frank’s flawless skin being damaged because of him, and so Poison moved closer so he was directly in front of him. Frank pushed himself up with glazed hazel eyes shining with hope and anguish. Poison held out the treat to Frank, who couldn’t be happier. Frank reached with his little hands to take the treat, but Poison quickly pulled his hand back and shoved Frank away from him.

“NO!” Poison denied sternly, before slowly presenting the treat again. Frank was confused, but brushed it off as he reached once again for the treat, only to be shoved back again.

“NO, Frank!” Poison denied again, this time pointing a stern finger at him. Frank was already befuddled but now he’s was starting to become anxious over Poison’s constant rejection. Why did his captor keep presenting the damn bread to Frank if he wasn’t going to let him have it? Was he doing something wrong? Frank became even more apprehensive when Poison stood back up again. Oh no, is he gonna leave, Frank thought, on the verge of tears. No, he can’t leave, I have to stop him. I have to make things, right!

“No, p-please. POISON!” Frank screamed, his voice becoming high pitch but still hoarse at the same time.

Poison turned around in the doorway to look back at him. Before Frank could say anything, Poison popped the last bit of bread in his mouth. Frank gasped and flinched with hurt and deception.

Poison swallowed the treat down. “Maybe tomorrow…we’ll try again.”

With that, Poison closed the door, shutting Frank into darkness once more. Frank sat frozen on the floor, not believing what had just happened. That son of a bitch, Frank thought, clenching his weak fists in resentment and pain. Frank squeezed his hazel eyes shut as his tears started flowing again. He couldn’t believe that son of bitch did that to him. Frank couldn’t believe that he wasn’t able to perform in the proper way Poison wanted him to. It was a strange sensation to feel; being mad at his kidnapper and himself at the same time. For a few minutes, that was how Frank felt about the whole thing. In the end, all of Frank’s anger was towards himself. He blamed himself for not convincing Poison enough to give him that piece of bread.

At this point, Frank didn’t know what to do, or what to think. All he felt was anger consuming his entire body until he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Frank viciously began to beat the wall and floor around him, screaming at the top of his lungs while simultaneously crying. It was almost too much for Poison to bear, as he stood on the other side of the doorway, his head leaning back against the door. Poison hated this stupid idea, but it had to be done. Still, that fact alone didn’t stop it from becoming too much for Poison to listen to anymore without wanting to hurt someone. Stomping down the hall, Poison headed for his brother’s bedroom. He didn’t bother knocking before he walked inside, and helped himself to a seat. A naked Sable quickly got off of Kobra’s lap to cover her golden skin from Poison’s eyes. Kobra merely sat up with an irritable sigh, and glared at his cock-blocking brother.

“Poison, this has got to stop. I get that you’re upset about this whole Frank thing, but you can’t keep coming in here and cock blocking me, man! I would never do this shit to you, so I would appreciate if you can show me the same courtesy.” Kobra vented, leaning back against the headboard, sweat glistening off his and Sable’s skin.

“How long?” Poison muttered, looking down at the floor with an irritated look on his face.

“How long what? Until I blowed my load?” Kobra asked, before tugging on Sable’s wrist so she could come cuddle at his side.

“How long until I can stop doing this!?” Poison answered, his foot tapping on the hardwood floor.

Kobra sighed and rubbed his face. “However long you think it will take. You know him better than the rest of us, so only you can say.” Poison leaned back in his chair in silence, still staring at the same spot on the floor.

Sable looked between the two brothers before deciding to speak up. “When you planned this, how long did you expect to keep Black Opal in the dark?”

Poison looked at her, forgetting how pretty Sable was without her mask on. “Two weeks at the most.”

Sable sat up, breaking away from Kobra’s hold and making him pout. “As hard as this probably is for you, you have to continue on if you want Frank to be obedient to you. He has to see you as his master for a chance to see you in a different light. If you want faster results, there are other ways of getting him to obey you.”

Poison slammed his fist on the arm of the chair. “NO! I will NOT torture or rape him!”

Kobra sat up again to speak to him this time. “Look, you don’t have very many options here, big brother. You either sit this out for the next two weeks, or HURT him now. You have to decide.” Poison narrowed his eyes at his little brother before getting up and slamming the door shut on his way out.