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

”Stop.” Frank breathed as pale hands roamed over his now clean dampen skin. He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, and allowed his heavy lids to slam shut to welcome the darkness. His lips were letting out quick pants as he leaned his head back against the other man’s shoulder.

“P-Please, stop.” Frank whimpered, as he felt hot panting breath being blown against the side of his face. His cheeks flushed with pink as he felt something hard protruding against the soft cheeks of his bare behind. Frank’s mind was too clouded for him to figure out what it could be, but his body already knew. Hot kisses were planted on Frank’s shoulders as large hands lowered down the flat planes of Frank’s stomach towards his nether region.

Frank let out a sharp gasp as those foreign hands began to explore his cock without his permission. “NO, please s-stop this!” The man let out an encouraging groan as he felt Frank harden in his tight grasp.

“Why should I?” The man whispered hotly in Frank’s ear before nibbling on his earlobe.

“I-I’m not ready for you!” Frank cried out as he felt something push itself between his cheeks to rub against his hole. His hands flailed to grab onto something, but could only find his kidnapper’s wrists for support.

“Oh yes, yes you are.” The man growled before forcing himself into Frank’s tightness.

Frank jolted up in his sleep and was about to let out a small scream when he was suddenly enveloped into a warm embrace. His nightmare was instantly banished away and Frank buried his face into his protector’s chest to try and calm himself down. He instantly relaxed himself when a few fingers comfortingly ran themselves through his dark strands. Frank let out a sigh, and wrapped his arms around who he assumed was his daddy coming to the rescue. Together they stayed like that for a moment or two. Eventually, Frank’s mind caught up to him and urged him to open his eyes. From what he could see the room definitely wasn’t his, which meant the person holding him couldn’t be his daddy. Slowly, Frank pulled his face away from the stranger’s shoulder, and looked up into his face.

Poison…it was Poison. For a minute there Frank had thought it was all a bad dream, and he was finally back home, but that wasn’t the case. Here his captor was, in the flesh. Frank’s eyes instantly started spilling tears as his mouth open and closed while shaking his head in disbelief. Poison knew exactly who Frank had mistaken him for, and it honestly stung him a bit. Instead of being angry, Poison cupped Frank’s face in his hands and pulled him closer to his.

“Hush now, Frank. It was only a bad dream becoming a reality, that’s all.” Poison whispered, making Frank sob as a result to his mean teasing. Frank quickly bit his bottom lip to stop himself from crying so that he wouldn’t upset Poison. By now he knew all too well what happens when you get on Poison’s bad side.

“W-Where am I?” Frank asked softly, as Poison’s thumb stroked away his tears.

Poison pulled his hands away as he sat up a bit. “You’re no longer being punished anymore, but don’t let that fool you. I won’t hesitate to put you back for much longer if you misbehave again.”

Frank shook his head and looked up into Poison’s green eyes in fear. “No no no no, please! I swear I won’t ever do it again. I’ll be good, I promise! Just please don’t send me back in there.”

Poison tilted his head. “Well, that’s all up to you, isn’t it?” With that, Poison got up to walk to his dresser. While Frank was imprisoned in Poison’s former room, Poison had a lot of free time on his hand. As well as moving himself into Cinnamon’s old room, Poison had also made something very special for Frank, in case he ever turned himself around.

Frank watched him while wiping the tears from his eyes. He was shocked to find how light his wrists felt, and looked down to realize he had no cuffs on. Frank looked from his right wrist to his left wrist in shock. He was free…

Poison got a small box out of the top drawer of his dresser and turned around to see Frank out of bed, wearing only a pair of green shorts, one of Poison’s black shirts and some thick socks. Frank was slowly exploring his surroundings, looking everything over like he had never seen a bedroom before. Poison leaned against his dresser as he watched Frank begin to touch Poison’s things with a childlike wonder. He was especially intrigued with the sketches pinned on the walls; one of the other few things Poison did on his free time. The sketches consisted of Frank from random memories Poison could recall. Some were of Frank imprisoned in the other room, with details clearly showing how hard his struggles had been. The others were when Frank was cuffed to the old bed, and had fallen asleep.

The ones that stood out the most were the drawings of Frank with his friends by the campfire, or the time he was running in the woods for his life. Frank reached a hand out to touch Frank’s illustrated face illuminated by the campfire light. He didn’t recognize that smiling kid anymore. He looked so much younger in that picture than he felt at the moment. Frank let a tear fall for that innocent little boy in the picture.

Poison decided that moment to interrupt and place a hand on Frank’s shoulder. “We need to talk. Come sit on the bed, I have something for you.”

Frank weakly nodded, knowing better than to disobey him. He let Poison walk him to the queen size bed that had small wooden cupboards along the sides, and a huge window right where the headboard would be. The bed was obviously big enough for two people. Poison took a seat on one side and was waiting for Frank to join him. When he delayed, Poison glanced up to see Frank frozen by the foot of the bed looking towards the wooden cupboards.

Poison frowned before gesturing him over. “Frank, come here.”

Frank’s eye snapped to his, as his bottom lip trembled. “Please…don’t.”

Poison frowned in confusion before looking where Frank was staring at prior. On the cupboards were the late Cinnamon’s chains and cuff for his prisoners. They weren’t as strong and reliable as Poison’s but they could at least hold out for a few minutes before snapping like a twig. Poison hoped he’d never have to use them on Frank, but you never know what could happen next.

Poison looked back at Frank, now understanding his dilemma. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m not going to chain you up unless you misbehave or don’t do what I say. Like right now for example, you’re not listening to what I told you to do. Do you get where I’m going with this, Frank?”

Frank quickly caught on, and raced to the bed so he wouldn’t get into trouble. Poison was glad that he obeyed him, but he wasn’t going to act upon it and congratulate him. First things first, he had to give Frank his gift. Reaching behind him, Poison pulled out a small black box wrapped with a big green bow on top. “This is for you, Frank. Open it.”

Frank carefully took the gift, a look of confusion on his face as to why he was being given a present by his kidnapper. He looked at Poison with an uncertain expression, but was only gestured to open it. Frank took a deep breathe before tearing past the wrapping paper to reveal a wooden box with a golden clasp on it. Flipping the clasp open, Frank pushed the lid up to reveal…a mask. Frank still didn’t understand.

Poison went ahead and took the mask out of the box to look over its craftsmanship with pride. It took a long time to perfect a mask worthy enough to be worn on his precious Frank, but he had finally done it. “You’ve done very well, Frank. I was beginning to think you’d die in that room with only your bucket by your side. I made you this mask to signify your growth and change from being Frank Iero, a fifteen year old boy that I had taken, to Black Opal.”

Frank frowned, looking at the green mask with curiosity. It looked just like Poison’s mask, except it was green with a yellow rectangle bar down through one eye, with two other black bars going diagonal. The other eye had a yellow lightning bolt on top and a small yellow zombie looking head on the bottom. Frank shook his head, before looking back up at Poison. “I don’t understand. What is a Black Opal?”

Poison smiled softly at Frank before reaching over to cup his cheek, his thumb gently caressing the soft pale skin. “It’s you. Your name is Black Opal. Say it after me. I. Am. Black. Opal. Go on, say it.”

Frank licked his lips as he felt his cheeks turning pink from Poison’s soft caressing touch. “Uh, I-I am…Black…Opal.”

Poison gave him a fake smile. “Good boy, Black Opal. You’re doing very well. I’m proud of you. I think that deserves some breakfast, don’t you?”

Frank’s eyes widen. “B-Breakfast? You mean food?”

Poison nodded in confirmation. “Well, of course. Black Opal needs to eat his three meals a day, and sometimes gets dessert. He gets to sleep in this very bed, use the bathroom whenever he wants, and even brushes his teeth. Do you want to know why Black Opal can do these things?”

Frank shook his head. “N-No, why?”

“Because Black Opal wears this mask. He wears it to show me that he’s a good boy that deserves these benefits. He obeys me, and he doesn’t fight me. He does everything I say. After all, I know what best for Black Opal. I’m the only one that cares about him, and his wellbeing. I am the only one that will protect him from the monsters downstairs. Black Opal is mine, and Poison is his. Forever.”