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

Chapter 7: Feeling of Surrendering

Frank woke up in the morning comfortable and covered in bedsheets that smelled like Febreze. His blindfold was still on but he could still see the faint light of the sun piercing through the windows. Poison had slept on the old couch by the dresser and was just walking into the room to see Frank sitting up in bed, looking around in an attempt to see something through his blinds. Poison had wanted to make something unique for Frank’s first day as his…guest, and came up with eggs, toast, bacon, and pancakes. He wasn’t sure what Frank preferred to eat, so he decided to throw caution to the wind and ordered Rouge go all out for his meal. As a kind gesture he added a side order of strawberry sweet cream crepes that he threatened Rouge to make or else he’d skin him. Rouge used to be a cook at a fancy restaurant and has been a blessing in the kitchen since no one else could cook anything that didn’t taste as good.

Poison balanced all the plates on a tray like a talented waiter as he carefully placed everything at the end of the bed. Frank jumped at the sound of his boots thudding against the floorboards and scrambled closer to the headboard in fright where he began his endless whimpering. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t go far due to his cuffed wrist holding him back.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I thought you might be hungry and I had some food cooked for you.” Poison explained in his rough voice, quieting Frank’s whimpers a little. Frank’s brows furrowed from beneath his blindfold in confusion as to why his captor would even care to make him something to eat. The food’s probably half-digestive food and stomach acid from the corpses of his victims, Frank thought in disgust but his nose caught the scent of something heavenly that spoke directly to his empty stomach.

Poison sat himself in front of Frank with a flooded plate of assorted foods, watching the younger boy closely. “Come closer, if you want a bite.”

Frank didn’t move. He didn’t trust his captor not to try anything sexual. What happened last night definitely opened Frank’s eyes to what Poison had said before when he told Frank he ‘wanted’ him. This guy wanted to rape Frank. What Frank couldn’t figure out, is why Poison hadn’t done it already. With Frank tied up and blindfolded, Poison had plenty of opportunities to take advantage of him without anything stopping him, but he hadn’t. Why?

Frank’s stomach growling interrupted his thought process, and made Poison smile from the funny sounds.

“You’re hungry, Frank. You need to eat.” Poison reminded him, waiting for him to move closer. Frank bit his lip in thought as he tried to block out the smell of toast and pancakes. Good lord, it was so unbelievable tempting, and the fat boy in him yearned for it all. Frank resisted for as long as he could, which was only two minutes before he gently moved closer for a bite to eat.

Frank couldn’t help himself, he was a pig when it came to food, and he absolutely loved it. He could eat all day and still be hungry. His parents use to makes joke and say that his eating habit was gonna be the reason they’d have to file bankruptcy one day.

Poison smirked at Frank’s weakness, as he cut up Frank’s pancakes into smaller pieces before switching the steel utensils out for the plastic kinds, just in case. “Your knife and fork are on the left side of your plate. Enjoy.” Poison got off the bed and loosen up Frank’s chains so he could eat more freely, then disappeared.

Frank listened closely until he couldn’t hear his captor anymore. Frank wasn’t 100% sure that he was completely alone, and so he decided to wait a few minutes just in case. When Frank was convinced the room was empty, he began to lightly nibble on the eggs, praying that it wasn’t tainted with poison. In no time Frank didn’t care if it was laced with arsenic or not, Frank couldn’t hold himself back anymore and began gobbling it all down. He made a mess with syrup, getting it on his fingers, around his mouth, and dripping down his chin. He couldn’t help it, it felt like ages since he had some decent food and with all the emotional danger that he’s been going through, he needs as much energy as he could get. The taste was almost mouthwatering enough for Frank to forget where he was and what was going around him.

Unbeknownst to him, Poison was still in the room and was lounging on the couch across from the bed, watching Frank closely. Even though Frank was being an absolute pig, Poison couldn’t help but wish that Frank would let him devours his lips like that pancake. Poison absentmindedly bit his lip as his chest rose and fell with sexual yearning as Frank poked his tongue out to swipe around his mouth to taste the sweet syrup. Within minutes, Frank was done and was cleaning up his fingers by slipping each sticky digit into his mouth to suck and swirl his tongue around. It was a simple process everyone did during and after they eat, but Poison had never thought of the action as intimately teasing before. Poison moved off the couch silently and with ease as he headed towards Frank. He bent over to watch the process at a closer angle, and was delighted to hear the soft moans of satisfaction coming from Frank. Those light moans instantly started messing with Poison’s head. What kind of moan Frank would sing when I’m sliding in and out of his body, Poison couldn’t help but wonder to himself.

Poison much have exhaled too quickly at the thought, because Frank stopped sucking on his fingers to turn his head in Poison’s direction. His captor held his breath as he noticed how close Frank’s lips were to his. Frank had the advantage of being blindfold so he couldn’t see where his captor was, much to Poison’s delight. Poison lowered his eyes to Frank’s plumped lips coated in sweet golden syrup. It took everything he had to not kiss those sticky lips…but the temptation was becoming too strong the longer he lingered. Slowly Poison straighten himself back up before taking a few silent steps back. Frank hadn’t moved, listening closely for any sign of his kidnapper’s presence.

“You’re a mess, Frank.” Poison said softly, watching Frank’s head snap in his direction. Frank shuffled back to the headboard in fear. He had been certain no one was in the room with him. How was it possible that his captor was so eerily quiet?

Poison stared at Frank with lust in his eyes before walking over to him, intentionally stepping louder so he would be heard. Frank began to whimper in fright at the sound of his captor’s boot steps coming closer. Poison stopped beside the bed, and gently placed one hand around Frank’s throat, using his thumb to lift Frank’s chin so he was facing up at Poison. Frank began to cry as he wrapped his little sticky hands around Poison’s wrist but couldn’t pull him off no matter how hard he tried. Poison leaned down and gently swipes his tongue over Frank’s syrupy chin, earning a gasp from the weak little boy. That small sound was enough to fuel Poison to trail his tongue along Frank’s tasty chin some more, despite Frank’s weak attempts to yank Poison’s light grip off his neck. As much as Frank was terrified of his kidnapper, he couldn’t quite explain why his body felt warm and fuzzy each time his chin was licked, or why he felt the need to close his eyes and surrender to his captor.

The feeling of surrendering was enough to scare Frank even more as he let out a weak sob, forcing Poison to let him go. Frank hunched over on the bed as he started to let out sniffles. Poison cursed himself for almost going too far.

The whole point was to chase Frank’s fear of him away so Frank would willingly spread his legs for him rather than Poison forcing them apart. He had to be gentle and caring, not selfish and rough. Poison sat down in front of Frank and slowly placed his hands on his shoulder, carefully pulling him into his arms and holding him. They stayed there for a while, Poison’s head resting on Frank’s and Frank’s face against Poison’s chest. Frank didn’t bother fighting against him. It hasn’t been long since he’s been kidnapped but he was already growing tired of being constantly afraid of the man. He had no idea fear took up so much energy, so instead of kicking and screaming, Frank decided to just let his captor hold him while his tears ran with despair.

“W-Why won’t you k-kill me already? Why won’t you j-just end it all?” Poison opened his eyes at the sound of Frank’s watery voice muffled against his chest, and let out a deep sigh.

Poison lifted his head to look down at Frank’s silky hair before pressing his lips to the strands. “I told you. I don’t want to kill you.”

“L-Let me go…p-please.” Frank whined weakly against the fabric of his kidnapper’s shirt.

Poison continued to kiss Frank’s head until he fell asleep in his arms.

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Poison had spent the rest of the day sketching Frank sleeping. Every single time the sleeping beauty had stirred and switched his position, Poison would start over again on another page until he finally grew tired and fell asleep on the couch. He was awoken a few hours later by the sound of chains rattling. Poison opened his eyes and was a little alarmed by the sight of Frank free of his blindfold trying to pull his chains free from the wall. The moonlight was shining on Frank like a spotlight, giving away everything he was doing. Poison assumed that Frank couldn’t see him in the shadows or else he wouldn’t be trying to escape so boldly. Just in case, Poison slowly sat up, put on his mask and watched Frank.

Frank pulled at the chain with all his might, but he wasn’t strong enough to break the chain. It was a foolish thought that he ever could be that strong. Frank sat back to catch his breath as the sound of rumbling clouds could be heard. Once Frank was ready to try again, a random flash of light followed by a large rumble of thunder EXPLODED out of nowhere, shaking the house. Frank slipped off the bed and onto the floor, the cuff’s cutting into his wrist and causing Frank to let out a scream of pain, alerting his kidnapper to his dire situation. Poison lunge off the couch and lifted Frank back onto the bed in a flash so the cuffs wouldn’t cut him any deeper. Frank sobbed heavily in pain; his tears falling from his hazel eyes and down his pale cheeks. Poison gently shushed him as he unlocked the cuff around his wounded wrist. Frank winced in pain and cradles his wrist protectively to his chest, being cautious not to have anything rub up against his open wounds. Poison disappeared and appeared as fast as a flash of lightning with a first aid kit. Frank didn’t bother trying to swing at him with his free arm, and let his captor tend to his wound and wrap his wrist up, all the while listening to his kidnapper’s comforting words.

Frank hated this not knowing what was going to happen him; not knowing when Poison was going to rape him. He had to get out of that house, and he had to figure it out quick before he ends up getting violated. As Frank’s mind began to race with ideas, Poison shifted his position so he was lying beside Frank with the wounded wrist resting between them. Poison gently brushed a few dark strands from Frank’s forehead, watching the heavy lids close completely. Poison placed a kiss on Frank’s forehead, whispering words like ‘it’s ok’ and ‘I’m here now.’

But Frank didn’t believe he was ok. He’d never be ok. Not until he was back home with his family and friends; far away from this creep and his perverted intentions.