I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 14: Clothes Off
The rest of week went by well. Frank’s behavior had improved tremendously out of the blue, and was impressing Poison. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into Frank, but just in case he was up to something again, Poison made sure to keep his guard up. Still, he couldn’t help but be proud of Frank and his achievements. Frank had stopped his wild screaming tantrums, and his constant crying every time Poison came around. Instead, Frank seemed to look forward to his arrivals, and feeding from his hands. Eventually, Poison started asking Frank what kind of food he would like him to bring the next day. It was obvious that Poison was becoming comfortable with this new person.
Of course, there were some setback, but it was never anything Poison couldn’t handle. It all started when Poison had decided that Frank deserved a nice clean wash from all the grime that had accumulated on his skin. Originally his idea was to escort Frank to the adjoining bathroom that he had also boarded up and letting him take a bath, but then another idea came to mind. Poison decided to take another step into getting Frank to be more comfortable with him. So far, Frank has been amazing at obeying Poison’s orders, and he couldn’t be more satisfied with that, but now he was wondering how Frank would react to a sponge bath given to him by Poison himself. Naturally, Poison expected Frank to freak out about it, and possible revert back to his old miserable way. He doubted Frank would be willing to sit still while completely naked in front of him. Poison wouldn’t blame him if he couldn’t hold himself back. It’s been hell for Poison to keep himself from kissing the damn boy, and frankly he was sick of his own damn hands getting him off. He wanted Frank inside and out, and he was growing impatient. This test might also give Poison an idea on how much longer he has to wait until Frank becomes comfortable with his touch. To Poison, it was worth the risk.
One evening, Poison had entered the room with a bucket of warm water, some cheap liquid soap, and a simple rag. Behind him was Sable with a box of freshly ordered pizza and a few cans of soda that they stole from a delivery boy after they forced his car off the road and into a tree. Frank recognized the delicious smell and damn near started crying for joy, but got ahold of himself just in time for Sable to place it on the floor across from him. She grabbed ahold of the handles of Frank’s stank buckets and walked out of the room without a word. Frank looked up at Poison and the items he brought in with him. He frowned in confusion while he waited for Poison to explain what was going on.
The red head crouched in front of Frank and cupped his hand beneath Frank’s chin so he would look him in the eye. “We’re going to try something different today, Frank. I need you to listen carefully, and understand what I’m about to tell you. Nod if you understand so far.”
Frank nodded eagerly, hoping Poison would hurry up and say what he had to say so he can have a bite of some pizza.
“You better, because you have an important decision to make on how this night ends. Tonight, we’re going to push dinner aside for right now, and try something different. I’m rewarding your good behavior with a much needed bath, but there is a catch to it. I will be giving you a sponge bath. If you refuse my offer, or give me a hard time, you don’t eat the pizza nor do any food for the rest of the week. You will be stuck here for much longer. Do you understand what your options are, and what’s at stake?” Poison asked, already knowing the answer. Throughout his speech, Frank had gotten paler, and started to visible shake from fear. Poison completely understood why Frank was reacting the way he was. This was kind of pushing Frank a lot further than he was probably ready for, but Poison was unbelievably horny. He needed to physically touch Frank in some kind of way that could help him ward off his urges to do more, and this was the most innocent way that Poison could come up with.
Frank swallowed a boulder size lump in his throat, while his eyes glazed over in tears. He understood perfectly what Poison was leaving him to decide. If Frank didn’t go along with or behave properly during this bath, than he wouldn’t get to eat anymore and will be left to eventually die in this room alone. If Frank did agree to this and behaved properly, then he’d could sooner leave this room, but…he might get molested during it. Was this it, is he finally going to rape me, Frank thought to himself in horror? He squeezed his eyes shut, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to stay in this dark room with the constant smell of his own shit and urine polluting his lungs anymore, nor could he stand another second of watching his kidnapper eat in front of him in that tormenting way that he does. But Frank also didn’t want to be raped by him! He remembered Poison telling him that he wanted Frank in an intimate way, but Frank wasn’t reciprocating those feelings at all right now. What was he going to do? What should he do?
Frank let the tears fill his eyes as he whispered to himself. “I-I’m scared.”
Poison let out a soft sigh before cupping Frank’s face in his hands so he would listen to what he had to say, and hopefully believe him. “I’m not going to rape you, Frank, Okay? I’m just going to get you cleaned up from weeks’ worth of grime, and if you behave, I’ll let you have more than half of that pizza \ all to yourself. Do we have a deal?”
Frank closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took only a few seconds to come to a decision before opening his eyes again. “O-Okay.”
“Oh my god, this place smells fucking disgusting.” A voice gagged from the doorway. Frank let out a gasp and hurried to shield himself behind Poison as best as he could. He knew that voice and immediately felt fear trailing down his spine. Oddly enough for Frank, he didn’t realize that in order to hide behind Poison’s frame, he had to move himself closer to Poison’s crouched position. All the while Poison watched him with a look of surprise.
Poison didn’t bother looking behind him, since he already knew who it was nor did he want to now that Frank had willingly moved so much closer to him. Instead, he merely rolled his eyes and let out a disdained sigh at the newcomer. “What the hell do you want, Rainbow Dash?”
Dash glared at the side of Poison’s head from his leaning position against the doorway. “Just wondering why the fuck you haven’t killed that shit-bag you got chained up in here, is all.”
Poison’s body tensed up at Dash’s insult to Frank. Poison didn’t like the idea of someone thinking they could speak to Frank that way without any dire consequences…but unfortunately, he had to keep in mind what Kobra said to him a few weeks back. He had suggested that Poison should start giving people warnings before going off on them and beating them to a bloody pulp. What better person to start on than Rainbow boy? “Dash, if you insult my prize again, I will shatter both of your knees before bashing your head so deep into the floorboards your skull fragments will be forever embedded into the wood. I’m giving you this one warning before I come over there and kill you myself. Do you understand?”
Dash merely glared some more before pushing himself off the doorway and continuing his walk down the hallway. “Whatever.”
Once he was out of sight, Frank moved away from his hiding spot. “Is he gone?”
Poison nodded. “Yeah he is. Why?”
Frank blushed and looked away. He wasn’t sure if Poison would be insulted that he didn’t like his Mohawk friend, Dash. From their short conversation just now, it didn’t sound like they really liked each other either, but Frank didn’t know for certain. “I-I don’t like him.”
“You and me both, kid.” Poisoned agreed, ruffling his hair before walking over to the bucket of warm water. “Come now, Frank. The easier you make this the faster it’ll be done.”
Frank crawled over to the bucket and sat next to it, watching him cautiously. Poison opened the cap on the body soap and poured half of the bottle into the bucket, before tossing it over his shoulder while calling out to the open doorway. “Citrus, the stool!”
The girl with the orange hair came running in with a tiny stool in her hands. She placed it on the floor in front of Frank, and took off running right back out of the room without a word. Frank looked at the stool then back at Poison who was soaping up the water with a rag.
“Sit on the stool, Frank.” Poisoned ordered, watching Frank hesitate for a minute before crawling onto the wooden seat.
“Good, now take your clothes off.”
Frank’s head snapped in Poison’s direction. He was trying to stop his bottom lip from trembling as his chest started to rise up and down in a panic.
Poison gestured to his clothes and spoke more sternly. “Take them off, Frank. Or else.”
Frank tried to calm his breathing down as he look down at the only piece of clothing on; his shorts. After the first week past, Frank had thrown away all his clothes out of disgust. When he woke up, they were gone, and neatly folded in front of him was a pair of black shorts. Since then, that was the only article of clothing he had.
Squeezing his eyes closed, and biting his lower lip to prevent it from trembling, Frank shakily reached down and hesitantly discarded his black shorts.
Of course, there were some setback, but it was never anything Poison couldn’t handle. It all started when Poison had decided that Frank deserved a nice clean wash from all the grime that had accumulated on his skin. Originally his idea was to escort Frank to the adjoining bathroom that he had also boarded up and letting him take a bath, but then another idea came to mind. Poison decided to take another step into getting Frank to be more comfortable with him. So far, Frank has been amazing at obeying Poison’s orders, and he couldn’t be more satisfied with that, but now he was wondering how Frank would react to a sponge bath given to him by Poison himself. Naturally, Poison expected Frank to freak out about it, and possible revert back to his old miserable way. He doubted Frank would be willing to sit still while completely naked in front of him. Poison wouldn’t blame him if he couldn’t hold himself back. It’s been hell for Poison to keep himself from kissing the damn boy, and frankly he was sick of his own damn hands getting him off. He wanted Frank inside and out, and he was growing impatient. This test might also give Poison an idea on how much longer he has to wait until Frank becomes comfortable with his touch. To Poison, it was worth the risk.
One evening, Poison had entered the room with a bucket of warm water, some cheap liquid soap, and a simple rag. Behind him was Sable with a box of freshly ordered pizza and a few cans of soda that they stole from a delivery boy after they forced his car off the road and into a tree. Frank recognized the delicious smell and damn near started crying for joy, but got ahold of himself just in time for Sable to place it on the floor across from him. She grabbed ahold of the handles of Frank’s stank buckets and walked out of the room without a word. Frank looked up at Poison and the items he brought in with him. He frowned in confusion while he waited for Poison to explain what was going on.
The red head crouched in front of Frank and cupped his hand beneath Frank’s chin so he would look him in the eye. “We’re going to try something different today, Frank. I need you to listen carefully, and understand what I’m about to tell you. Nod if you understand so far.”
Frank nodded eagerly, hoping Poison would hurry up and say what he had to say so he can have a bite of some pizza.
“You better, because you have an important decision to make on how this night ends. Tonight, we’re going to push dinner aside for right now, and try something different. I’m rewarding your good behavior with a much needed bath, but there is a catch to it. I will be giving you a sponge bath. If you refuse my offer, or give me a hard time, you don’t eat the pizza nor do any food for the rest of the week. You will be stuck here for much longer. Do you understand what your options are, and what’s at stake?” Poison asked, already knowing the answer. Throughout his speech, Frank had gotten paler, and started to visible shake from fear. Poison completely understood why Frank was reacting the way he was. This was kind of pushing Frank a lot further than he was probably ready for, but Poison was unbelievably horny. He needed to physically touch Frank in some kind of way that could help him ward off his urges to do more, and this was the most innocent way that Poison could come up with.
Frank swallowed a boulder size lump in his throat, while his eyes glazed over in tears. He understood perfectly what Poison was leaving him to decide. If Frank didn’t go along with or behave properly during this bath, than he wouldn’t get to eat anymore and will be left to eventually die in this room alone. If Frank did agree to this and behaved properly, then he’d could sooner leave this room, but…he might get molested during it. Was this it, is he finally going to rape me, Frank thought to himself in horror? He squeezed his eyes shut, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to stay in this dark room with the constant smell of his own shit and urine polluting his lungs anymore, nor could he stand another second of watching his kidnapper eat in front of him in that tormenting way that he does. But Frank also didn’t want to be raped by him! He remembered Poison telling him that he wanted Frank in an intimate way, but Frank wasn’t reciprocating those feelings at all right now. What was he going to do? What should he do?
Frank let the tears fill his eyes as he whispered to himself. “I-I’m scared.”
Poison let out a soft sigh before cupping Frank’s face in his hands so he would listen to what he had to say, and hopefully believe him. “I’m not going to rape you, Frank, Okay? I’m just going to get you cleaned up from weeks’ worth of grime, and if you behave, I’ll let you have more than half of that pizza \ all to yourself. Do we have a deal?”
Frank closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took only a few seconds to come to a decision before opening his eyes again. “O-Okay.”
“Oh my god, this place smells fucking disgusting.” A voice gagged from the doorway. Frank let out a gasp and hurried to shield himself behind Poison as best as he could. He knew that voice and immediately felt fear trailing down his spine. Oddly enough for Frank, he didn’t realize that in order to hide behind Poison’s frame, he had to move himself closer to Poison’s crouched position. All the while Poison watched him with a look of surprise.
Poison didn’t bother looking behind him, since he already knew who it was nor did he want to now that Frank had willingly moved so much closer to him. Instead, he merely rolled his eyes and let out a disdained sigh at the newcomer. “What the hell do you want, Rainbow Dash?”
Dash glared at the side of Poison’s head from his leaning position against the doorway. “Just wondering why the fuck you haven’t killed that shit-bag you got chained up in here, is all.”
Poison’s body tensed up at Dash’s insult to Frank. Poison didn’t like the idea of someone thinking they could speak to Frank that way without any dire consequences…but unfortunately, he had to keep in mind what Kobra said to him a few weeks back. He had suggested that Poison should start giving people warnings before going off on them and beating them to a bloody pulp. What better person to start on than Rainbow boy? “Dash, if you insult my prize again, I will shatter both of your knees before bashing your head so deep into the floorboards your skull fragments will be forever embedded into the wood. I’m giving you this one warning before I come over there and kill you myself. Do you understand?”
Dash merely glared some more before pushing himself off the doorway and continuing his walk down the hallway. “Whatever.”
Once he was out of sight, Frank moved away from his hiding spot. “Is he gone?”
Poison nodded. “Yeah he is. Why?”
Frank blushed and looked away. He wasn’t sure if Poison would be insulted that he didn’t like his Mohawk friend, Dash. From their short conversation just now, it didn’t sound like they really liked each other either, but Frank didn’t know for certain. “I-I don’t like him.”
“You and me both, kid.” Poisoned agreed, ruffling his hair before walking over to the bucket of warm water. “Come now, Frank. The easier you make this the faster it’ll be done.”
Frank crawled over to the bucket and sat next to it, watching him cautiously. Poison opened the cap on the body soap and poured half of the bottle into the bucket, before tossing it over his shoulder while calling out to the open doorway. “Citrus, the stool!”
The girl with the orange hair came running in with a tiny stool in her hands. She placed it on the floor in front of Frank, and took off running right back out of the room without a word. Frank looked at the stool then back at Poison who was soaping up the water with a rag.
“Sit on the stool, Frank.” Poisoned ordered, watching Frank hesitate for a minute before crawling onto the wooden seat.
“Good, now take your clothes off.”
Frank’s head snapped in Poison’s direction. He was trying to stop his bottom lip from trembling as his chest started to rise up and down in a panic.
Poison gestured to his clothes and spoke more sternly. “Take them off, Frank. Or else.”
Frank tried to calm his breathing down as he look down at the only piece of clothing on; his shorts. After the first week past, Frank had thrown away all his clothes out of disgust. When he woke up, they were gone, and neatly folded in front of him was a pair of black shorts. Since then, that was the only article of clothing he had.
Squeezing his eyes closed, and biting his lower lip to prevent it from trembling, Frank shakily reached down and hesitantly discarded his black shorts.