I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 13: Good Boy
The next week started off at a rough start. Despite everything Poison had told him the week before, Frank became even more defiant and withdrawn from there on. Poison didn’t show any reaction to it, he merely sat across the room from Frank and ate his meals in front of him, making sure he watched. Frank hated the constant blank look in Poison’s eyes whenever he refused to obey Poison’s orders. He expected his captor to throw a fit and beat Frank to a pulp for being so stubborn, but he never did, and that only made Frank more angry. What was originally meant to be a two week punishment, turned into another week. But after the end of the third week, something dramatically changed in Frank. He didn’t know how it happen or when it did; all he knew was that he was tired of fighting his kidnapper left and right. Frank wanted out of the dark room and his bucket of feces. Frank wanted to go back to when he was chained on a comfy bed in a room with fresh air. He missed bathing himself and using an actual toilet to relieve his bowels of its waste. His hair felt so dirty and greasy, and his body odor was the foulest. How Poison was able stand being in his presence without throwing up was beyond Frank’s comprehension. And the food! Frank could go on and on about food. He was so hungry all the time, and cried so many times over his empty stomach. Frank wasn’t like everybody else. He wasn’t strong as he was supposed to be. Frank should be able to hold out on surrendering to Poison’s torture until his last dying breathe. Frank should be a lot of things right now, but strong isn’t one of them. Frank was in such a fragile state that he couldn’t help recalling the last time Poison had spoken to him. Poison said that it was all Frank’s fault for being put into a dark room with only the smell of shit for company. Frank thought that was bullshit at first, but when his kidnapper didn’t show his face for four days straight, Frank was beginning to think that it was his fault. By the end of the third week, he was beginning to believe it.
Ultimately, Frank didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He was ready to learn from his kidnapper’s punishment by accepting the fact that he had to own up to breaking one of Poison’s rules. In the beginning of the fourth week, Frank made sure to be on his best behavior in order to earn Poison’s mercy. On the Monday of that week, he waited for Poison to arrive with his plate of food. When Poison entered the room, Frank was silently waiting. Poison immediately stopped in mid-walk when he had noticed, with the help of the hallway light, that Frank was quietly sitting on the floor, looking up at him. He wasn’t crying, whimpering, or screaming like he usually did. He was just sitting there almost like he was waiting for Poison to arrive.
Poison didn’t let that deter him and took his usual seat against the wall, facing Frank. Today, Rouge made some grill cheese sandwiches with a random side of mangoes. Poison went to work tearing one corner of the sandwich off and popping it into his mouth all the while looking right into Frank’s eyes. Frank tried to keep himself composed as he watched Poison’s mouth move as he chewed the delicious sandwich, before he swallowed it. Poison furrowed his eyebrows a little at Frank’s silent stature observing him so intently. Why isn’t he crying yet, Poison wondered to himself? Frank usually couldn’t contain himself long before crumbling into a sobbing mess over watching Poison eat his food. As much as he wanted to, Poison didn’t want to get his hopes up by jumping to conclusions, and so he ripped another piece and popped it into his mouth. Frank merely licked his lips in response and did nothing else.
This was a totally new Frank, and Poison was eager to know more about him. Scooting forward, Poison placed the plate of grill cheeses down on the floor in front of him, before tearing off a big piece. Lifting it up towards Frank, Poisoned waited to see his reaction. Frank scooted closer and lifted his head to receive the cheese treat. He stopped an inch from the grill cheese to lock eyes with Poison through his mask. Despite the delicious smell taking over his senses, Frank had to keep himself under control so he wouldn’t mess his opportunity up again. He had to prove to Poison that he was willing to change.
Poison couldn’t help but smirk at Frank’s exceptional development. He wasn’t going to take a bite of Poison’s sandwich without a confirmation from him. This was a definitely a good sign that things were going Poison’s way. Finally. “Good boy. You have my permission to eat but only from my hands.”
Frank’s eye glazed over a bit, but he pushed his happy tears back. “Y-Yes, sir.” Frank leaned forward and used his tongue to swoop the piece of grill cheese into his mouth to eat. The sandwich was incredible. The bread was a perfect buttery crunch with gooey melted cheese in the middle. Frank was in heaven once again and the sight of his eyes rolling into the back of his head was a definite sign.
Poison continued to feed Frank the last of the sandwich without any problems. When it came to the second sandwich, Poison decided to try something different. He picked up the plate to put it next to him. Frank tilted his head in confusion at Poison’s action. Poison then unsheathed his knife and stabs it into the floorboard beside the plate before patting the floor between his stretched out legs.
“Come here, Frank.”
Frank looked at him with wide dubious eyes. Poison wanted him to…sit between his legs? He couldn’t do that, could he?
“But…I mean, sir, I don’t…smell good.” Frank objected as politely as he could. He was being totally honest to Poison. Frank hasn’t had a shower since he was locked up in there.
Poison expected a defiant rejection to his offer, instead of the silly reason Frank used. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little in the inside that Frank was trying to spare him from his awful smell. “It doesn’t matter. Come here.”
Frank swallowed the lump in his throat as he inched closer and closer to his kidnapper. Frank kept his eyes to the ground, even when he reached as close as he could get without pressing up against Poison. His kidnapper couldn’t keep back his smile anymore and decided Frank had once again done well. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Poison pulled Frank up against him, then turned him so he was cradled between Poison’s legs. Frank let out a small gasp before snapping his mouth shut. Frank had been right, he did smell really bad. Oddly enough though, Frank’s beauty easily outweighed his smell to Poison, so he was able to easily focus on other things.
Poison reached over and hand fed the rest of the sandwich to Frank. Halfway through the sandwich, Frank began to relax and enjoyed the meal; completely forgetting where he was and what he had been through. All he cared about in that moment was food. When he was done with both of the sandwiches, Frank ran his tongue over his lips over and over again, reliving the pleasure. Poison smiled at the fact that Frank’s body was now relaxing against his chest, unbeknownst to Frank. He decided to reward Frank with the side order of mangos that he brought along with the grill cheese sandwiches. Reaching for the plate beside him, Poison picked up a chunk of mango and brushed its juices across Frank’s lips, causing him to gasp with delight. Frank loved mangoes! Well, he loved all types of food but still that included mangos. Frank looked between his captor and the mango, praying that he would be allowed to savor the taste of the delicious fruit.
Poison gave him a soft smile, and nodded. “For being good, you can have it.”
Frank’s eyes widen in gratitude as he leaned forward to take the fruit out from between Poison’s fingers and munch away. In no time, the mangos were gone, and Frank was licking the last of the juice from Poison’s fingertips. He didn’t want the taste to end. He wanted to keep on eating and eating until he exploded from endless gorging. Unfortunately, that was all the food that Poison brought in with him. Frank let out a whine as the last drop of mango slipped down his throat. When he pulled his mouth off Poison’s fingers, he was immediately blown away by what he had just done. He had finally become so desperate that he lost his mind and did the unthinkable! But Frank couldn’t help himself, he was so damn hungry and hadn’t eaten in what felt like months. Frank’s hazel eyes shot up to look into green eyes staring right back at him. They gazed at one another for a long time, not really focusing on anything else. Frank had been stuck with this man for a long time, and had never really took the time to take in what little features he could see with the mask on. Identifying your kidnapper was one of the most important things everyone should do in a case of kidnapping. The cops were going to need descriptions of everything Frank had seen, and heard when he’s finally rescued. Now that they’re alone, and Frank wasn’t being blindfolded at the moment, he can now soak in all the details he could of his kidnapper.
The hallway lights peering through the open door of Frank’s prison gave him a dim description of what his kidnapper looked like. He was Caucasian, more on the pale side with short vibrant red hair that looked very messy in the back. Of course, his kidnapper was also wearing his signature yellow mask that mainly covered his eyes. The mask was a bright yellow with a white and red pill above the right eye, and a red ‘X’ below it. On the left eye was a triangle on the top and an upside triangle on the bottom. A few strands of his red hair contrasted with the emerald green of his eyes. Frank pulled his eyes away from Poison’s face to study the man’s form. From what little memory served, he believed his kidnapper was about 5’9, much taller than Frank’s 5’6, and probably weighed 155 or something like that. He obviously spoke English and didn’t seem to have any hint of a foreign accent.
Frank was brought out of his reflection by something warm wrapping around his hand and rubbing small circles in the area between his thumb and index finger. He promptly looked down to see Poison’s hand holding his much smaller one, gently rubbing soothing circles. Frank gawked at Poison’s obvious display of affection before looking back up into his emerald eyes again.
“You did good today, Frank. Keep up the good work, and you’ll be out of here in no time.” Poison promised him before letting Frank’s hand go so he could pick up the empty plates. Frank watched him stand up and head for the exit; his heart pounding faster and faster the farther he got. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut as Poison prepared to lock Frank back into the darkness alone.
“Poison!” Frank called, before slapping his hands over his mouth in regret. Damnit, I don’t want to piss him off even more than I already have, I really need to start watching what I say, Frank cursed to himself.
Poison opened the door a little wider so he could see Frank much better in the light. Poison didn’t say anything to him, so Frank figured he was waiting for him to speak. “Um, w-will you…come b-back tomorrow? Please.”
Poison merely gave him a nod, before shutting the bedroom door and locking Frank back into the darkness.
Ultimately, Frank didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He was ready to learn from his kidnapper’s punishment by accepting the fact that he had to own up to breaking one of Poison’s rules. In the beginning of the fourth week, Frank made sure to be on his best behavior in order to earn Poison’s mercy. On the Monday of that week, he waited for Poison to arrive with his plate of food. When Poison entered the room, Frank was silently waiting. Poison immediately stopped in mid-walk when he had noticed, with the help of the hallway light, that Frank was quietly sitting on the floor, looking up at him. He wasn’t crying, whimpering, or screaming like he usually did. He was just sitting there almost like he was waiting for Poison to arrive.
Poison didn’t let that deter him and took his usual seat against the wall, facing Frank. Today, Rouge made some grill cheese sandwiches with a random side of mangoes. Poison went to work tearing one corner of the sandwich off and popping it into his mouth all the while looking right into Frank’s eyes. Frank tried to keep himself composed as he watched Poison’s mouth move as he chewed the delicious sandwich, before he swallowed it. Poison furrowed his eyebrows a little at Frank’s silent stature observing him so intently. Why isn’t he crying yet, Poison wondered to himself? Frank usually couldn’t contain himself long before crumbling into a sobbing mess over watching Poison eat his food. As much as he wanted to, Poison didn’t want to get his hopes up by jumping to conclusions, and so he ripped another piece and popped it into his mouth. Frank merely licked his lips in response and did nothing else.
This was a totally new Frank, and Poison was eager to know more about him. Scooting forward, Poison placed the plate of grill cheeses down on the floor in front of him, before tearing off a big piece. Lifting it up towards Frank, Poisoned waited to see his reaction. Frank scooted closer and lifted his head to receive the cheese treat. He stopped an inch from the grill cheese to lock eyes with Poison through his mask. Despite the delicious smell taking over his senses, Frank had to keep himself under control so he wouldn’t mess his opportunity up again. He had to prove to Poison that he was willing to change.
Poison couldn’t help but smirk at Frank’s exceptional development. He wasn’t going to take a bite of Poison’s sandwich without a confirmation from him. This was a definitely a good sign that things were going Poison’s way. Finally. “Good boy. You have my permission to eat but only from my hands.”
Frank’s eye glazed over a bit, but he pushed his happy tears back. “Y-Yes, sir.” Frank leaned forward and used his tongue to swoop the piece of grill cheese into his mouth to eat. The sandwich was incredible. The bread was a perfect buttery crunch with gooey melted cheese in the middle. Frank was in heaven once again and the sight of his eyes rolling into the back of his head was a definite sign.
Poison continued to feed Frank the last of the sandwich without any problems. When it came to the second sandwich, Poison decided to try something different. He picked up the plate to put it next to him. Frank tilted his head in confusion at Poison’s action. Poison then unsheathed his knife and stabs it into the floorboard beside the plate before patting the floor between his stretched out legs.
“Come here, Frank.”
Frank looked at him with wide dubious eyes. Poison wanted him to…sit between his legs? He couldn’t do that, could he?
“But…I mean, sir, I don’t…smell good.” Frank objected as politely as he could. He was being totally honest to Poison. Frank hasn’t had a shower since he was locked up in there.
Poison expected a defiant rejection to his offer, instead of the silly reason Frank used. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little in the inside that Frank was trying to spare him from his awful smell. “It doesn’t matter. Come here.”
Frank swallowed the lump in his throat as he inched closer and closer to his kidnapper. Frank kept his eyes to the ground, even when he reached as close as he could get without pressing up against Poison. His kidnapper couldn’t keep back his smile anymore and decided Frank had once again done well. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Poison pulled Frank up against him, then turned him so he was cradled between Poison’s legs. Frank let out a small gasp before snapping his mouth shut. Frank had been right, he did smell really bad. Oddly enough though, Frank’s beauty easily outweighed his smell to Poison, so he was able to easily focus on other things.
Poison reached over and hand fed the rest of the sandwich to Frank. Halfway through the sandwich, Frank began to relax and enjoyed the meal; completely forgetting where he was and what he had been through. All he cared about in that moment was food. When he was done with both of the sandwiches, Frank ran his tongue over his lips over and over again, reliving the pleasure. Poison smiled at the fact that Frank’s body was now relaxing against his chest, unbeknownst to Frank. He decided to reward Frank with the side order of mangos that he brought along with the grill cheese sandwiches. Reaching for the plate beside him, Poison picked up a chunk of mango and brushed its juices across Frank’s lips, causing him to gasp with delight. Frank loved mangoes! Well, he loved all types of food but still that included mangos. Frank looked between his captor and the mango, praying that he would be allowed to savor the taste of the delicious fruit.
Poison gave him a soft smile, and nodded. “For being good, you can have it.”
Frank’s eyes widen in gratitude as he leaned forward to take the fruit out from between Poison’s fingers and munch away. In no time, the mangos were gone, and Frank was licking the last of the juice from Poison’s fingertips. He didn’t want the taste to end. He wanted to keep on eating and eating until he exploded from endless gorging. Unfortunately, that was all the food that Poison brought in with him. Frank let out a whine as the last drop of mango slipped down his throat. When he pulled his mouth off Poison’s fingers, he was immediately blown away by what he had just done. He had finally become so desperate that he lost his mind and did the unthinkable! But Frank couldn’t help himself, he was so damn hungry and hadn’t eaten in what felt like months. Frank’s hazel eyes shot up to look into green eyes staring right back at him. They gazed at one another for a long time, not really focusing on anything else. Frank had been stuck with this man for a long time, and had never really took the time to take in what little features he could see with the mask on. Identifying your kidnapper was one of the most important things everyone should do in a case of kidnapping. The cops were going to need descriptions of everything Frank had seen, and heard when he’s finally rescued. Now that they’re alone, and Frank wasn’t being blindfolded at the moment, he can now soak in all the details he could of his kidnapper.
The hallway lights peering through the open door of Frank’s prison gave him a dim description of what his kidnapper looked like. He was Caucasian, more on the pale side with short vibrant red hair that looked very messy in the back. Of course, his kidnapper was also wearing his signature yellow mask that mainly covered his eyes. The mask was a bright yellow with a white and red pill above the right eye, and a red ‘X’ below it. On the left eye was a triangle on the top and an upside triangle on the bottom. A few strands of his red hair contrasted with the emerald green of his eyes. Frank pulled his eyes away from Poison’s face to study the man’s form. From what little memory served, he believed his kidnapper was about 5’9, much taller than Frank’s 5’6, and probably weighed 155 or something like that. He obviously spoke English and didn’t seem to have any hint of a foreign accent.
Frank was brought out of his reflection by something warm wrapping around his hand and rubbing small circles in the area between his thumb and index finger. He promptly looked down to see Poison’s hand holding his much smaller one, gently rubbing soothing circles. Frank gawked at Poison’s obvious display of affection before looking back up into his emerald eyes again.
“You did good today, Frank. Keep up the good work, and you’ll be out of here in no time.” Poison promised him before letting Frank’s hand go so he could pick up the empty plates. Frank watched him stand up and head for the exit; his heart pounding faster and faster the farther he got. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut as Poison prepared to lock Frank back into the darkness alone.
“Poison!” Frank called, before slapping his hands over his mouth in regret. Damnit, I don’t want to piss him off even more than I already have, I really need to start watching what I say, Frank cursed to himself.
Poison opened the door a little wider so he could see Frank much better in the light. Poison didn’t say anything to him, so Frank figured he was waiting for him to speak. “Um, w-will you…come b-back tomorrow? Please.”
Poison merely gave him a nod, before shutting the bedroom door and locking Frank back into the darkness.