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

Chapter 70: Meet His Maker

Frank threw his head back and let out a chocked moan of pleasure at the feeling of Poison’s third finger entering his body. Since his arms were practically hanging over the arm of the chair an inch from the floor, his fingers uncurled to grip out onto the hardwood floor at the feeling of being, what Frank would like to call, intrusively penetrated. He was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of being stretch by Poison, and it was beginning to seriously scare him. “F-FUCK!” He frantically shook his head and lets out a sharp whine. “S-Stop it! G-Get your f-fingers out of m-me!”

Poison allowed his fingers to brush up against Frank prostrate once, making him euphorically cry out in the process, before removing them all completely. He heard Frank let out a sigh of relieve before he grabbed ahold of his cheeks and forced them apart so he could bury his face in his behind. Frank let out a scream of pleasure at the invasion, but mostly because of the vicious way Poison was eating his ass out. Not being able to hold back a single moan, cry or whine from spilling forth any longer, Frank allowed them to be set free to bounce off the walls. Poison soaked up the sounds that Frank was releasing as he thrusts his tongue in and out of him, occasionally trailing the tip over his inner walls. His cock was already as hard as a rock, and it was irritating the hell out of him that he wasn’t trying to relieve it, but right now he selflessly wanted to give Frank pleasure before he took his own. It wasn’t like he was going to be able to pull away anyway especially when Frank was unknowingly grinding himself against his face the way he was, encouraging him to keep going. Letting out a deep moan, Poison’s fingers dug into Frank’s cheeks as he forced his tongue as deep as it could go.

When Poison finally pulled his tongue out of Frank’s body to simply undo his pants to he could take him right there on the couch, Frank swiftly twisted himself around and sent out a kick that connected to his crotch, making him grunt out in pain and fall back onto the couch. Frank managed to yank his shorts back up and then make a run to the back door to escape only to find it locked. “Fuck!”

Spinning back around, Frank charged for the front door instead, hoping to get there before Poison could get off the couch from where he sat groaning in pain clutching his genitals. Sadly, he wasn’t so lucky. From out of nowhere, Poison appeared behind Frank and had grabbed him by his wrist, preventing him from getting to the front door in time. Having just about enough of all of this kidnapping fiasco, and instantly blacking-out out of pure rage, Frank let out a scream as he turned around to swing a punch at Poison. He ended up missing when he ducked out of the way and let out a venomous curse. “You fucking bitch!”

Out of pure white hot anger on his end, and still feeling the blinding pain radiating from his crotch, Poison did the unthinkable and brutally backhanded Frank with as much force as he could muster. In the blink of an eye, his anger vanished when he heard the heart shattering sound of Frank crying out in pain and was replaced with terror. His light brown eyes widened in fear as he was forced to watch in horror as his precious Black Opal was thrown back against the wall by the force of the hit and his head connecting with the corner of the wall with a thundering thud that had Poison flinching in shock, and his stomach reeling with sickness. As he watched Frank’s limp body fall to the floor, Poison let out a soft regretful whisper, wishing he could take it all back. “…no…”

Hurrying over to the young boy’s body, Poison dropped down to his knees beside him and shakily reached out to touch his face as if it was a fragile glass work that could shatter at the faintest amount of pressure, his eyes frantically darting all over his still form. He couldn’t believe what he had done. He had put hands on his precious Black Opal like he was one of his many prizes kidnapped with the intention of a slow painful torturous death. Poison couldn’t remember a time he had ever done that to Frank before this. Eyes suddenly growing wide with panic, Poison desperately reached out again to cup Frank’s little face in his hands so he could search his face for any damage done to his naturally perfect features, and luckily found none forming yet.

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Poison cursed to himself for daring to put his hands on something so incredibly beautiful like that. He shook his head at his stupidity and ran his fingers through his cherry red hair with one hand, roughly tugging at the ends. He found himself rocking himself back and forth to keep his anger from causing him to hurt himself like he used to do when he was younger, before all the Killjoy business helped relieve his stress. Once he started hurting others he didn’t feel the need to hurt himself anymore and so he stopped completely. “Sonofabitch.” Reaching down with desperate hands, Poison lifted Frank up and cradled him in his lap, brushing aside his dark hair from his closed hazel eyes.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Black Opal. I didn’t mean to…hit you. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Poison whispered lightly to his unconscious former prize. He felt so damn terrible for attacking Frank the way he did, and mentally cursed his black-out rage that he sometimes suffered with when he became pissed for causing him to act out violently. He could never control what he did, or said when he was in them. It was like an out of body experience, all he could do was watch from afar as he committed brutal acts on others. Letting out a sigh, Poison dropped his head down to rest his forehead against Frank’s, shutting his eyes so he couldn’t see him out of guilt. He lingered there for a while before deciding to put Frank back to bed where he can rest. Lifting his head back up an inch, Poison pressed a kiss to Frank’s forehead, before gently lifting him up in his arms and carrying him back to the master bedroom. This time when Poison laid Frank down onto the bed, he didn’t restrain him. He would later think the reason why he didn’t was because of how guilty he felt for putting hands on him.

Out of guilt, Poison decided to sleep down on the couch that night, instead of in the bedroom with Frank. He knew tomorrow would only bring upon more shame and remorse, but he’ll face that when the time came. Until then, tonight, he’ll keep his distance.

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Frank jolted up the next morning with every memory from the day before rushing back to him, but winced a little in pain from the throbbing coming from his head. He carefully placed a hand over the ache and pulled it back, checking for any signs of blood, but finding none. All he had was a headache from Poison’s hand connecting to his cheek. From what he could remember the whole situation happened so fast, Frank just simply stood there when Poison’s hand came flying towards him. He never saw it coming, not specifically the hand part, but the whole Poison hitting him part. He had never thought Poison would do that to him, and yet here he was with a headache and a look of shock stuck on his face because of it. And if that wasn’t traumatizing enough, Frank wasn’t cuffed to the damn bed like he had been the first time he woke up there which oddly enough frightening the hell out of him even more simply because it didn’t make any sense to him! Reaching out, he ran his fingers over the cold metal cuffs in wonder as to why he hadn’t been restraint like he always was when he acted out the way he did.

Not ready to leave the room to face his kidnapper and get hit again, Frank dragged himself up out of bed and headed for the adjoining bathroom. He locked the door behind him as he turned on the shower and stepped inside. As the water ran down his naked and bruised body from Poison’s rape, Frank slowly came to terms that he wasn’t going to be able to escape this time. He was trapped there with his kidnapper AGAIN, and that was the end of it so he might as well take his last moments with his head held high. Then again if he was lucky this time around, he would be released unharmed just like before, but Frank didn’t really know if he would be lucky enough to be blessed with that option again. During the first time he was kidnapped Frank wasn’t certain if Poison ever hit him before, but now, the second time around, he was doing it which might mean his luck had finally run dry this time around.

Frank turned the faucet off when he was done and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off before carefully entering the bedroom, looking out for the familiar redhead. Fortunately, he was still alone. Hurrying over to the dresser, Frank got himself dressed in some black basketball shorts, and a teal top with the picture of Gumby on it. The entire time he was slipping on his ankle socks, he was mentally bracing himself to walk out of the bedroom and face his kidnapper while simultaneously fighting back his own tears. When that task wasn’t long enough to build up courage, Frank simply sat there and stared at the wall across from him, silently sending off heartbreaking farewells to his family and children. Finally, when he came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to live much longer and that he was ready to meet his maker, he got up and headed straight for the bedroom, in preparation to meet his end. Opening the door, and peeking out, Frank could see nothing, but he could hear that something was going on in the kitchen. Sniffing the air he could smell a banquet made of the necessary dishes that were usually pertained to the most important meal of the day, breakfast. Pushing the door wider, Frank let the bedroom to quietly step into the living room, his eyes locked onto the kitchen where he soon caught sight of a freshly showered Poison cooking behind the stove with his back to him.

Now that was a sight that Frank had never thought he’d ever see, his kidnapper cooking in the kitchen and…wait, was he singing? Shaking his head a little in disbelief, Frank caught something at the corner of his eye that helped to distract him from the beautiful melody his kidnapper was singing. Turning his head a bit, his eyes lit up at the sight of the most perfect weapon of all. Beside the fireplace stood its array of tools, including the fire-poker. His jaw dropped in surprise, before his fist tightened in anger at himself for not noticing the damn thing yesterday when Poison was coming at him and he was tossing random objects at him. The previous belief that he’d never be able to escape his kidnapper this time around evaporated, and in its place formed a need to spill the blood of the man that ruined his life!

Poison had just placed the sliced ham on Frank’s plate when he sensed something coming for him from behind. Turning the plate so the rest of the ham fell off the plate, Poison spun around in place with only the white plate coated with ham juice as his protection. Luckily, the expensive china did block the attack that was meant for him, but not completely. In seconds the plate had shattered into sharp tiny expensive pieces, and Poison was stabbed in his lower stomach, causing him to bend over as the blood began to seep into his white band t-shirt. “Ahh, fuck!”

Frank is shocked as he sees Poison drop down on one knees while keeping his hands clamped over his wound. He honestly didn’t think he had it in himself to go through with that, but he did. Strangely enough though, Frank didn’t feel like he did any justice by attacking his kidnapper. In fact, all he felt was regret for his actions and the pain he caused him. Before Frank could figure out what he was supposed to do now, Poison let out a loud frustrated yell that made him jump back in fear in what he would do next. It would have been smart to keep the firepoker ready just in case, but Frank allowed his only weapon to slip out of his fingers and drop to the floor. Unfortunately, his timing was all wrong.

Poison launched off the ground and charged straight for Frank, who was too afraid to pick up his weapon and defend himself with it. In one of his black-out rage, Poison reached out to capture his precious Black Opal in a chokehold with one hand, his light brown eyes burning with fire as intense as the cherry red strands hanging over them. He was breathing fast and barring his teeth like a wild animal, but when Frank let out a small gasp before his hand tightly closed around his throat and looked up at him through wide and still stunning hazel eyes, Poison could feel his anger disintegrate in seconds. Slowly, he loosened his hold on Frank’s neck and dropped his hand limply to his side, once again taken aback by his sudden violent behavior.

Heartbroken for reasons he didn’t know, Frank immediately broke down into sobs of fear, guilt, regret, and homesickness. His body slightly bent forward as it shook from the intensity of his crying. He wasn’t sure why he was having this break down now of all times, but he figured it had something to do with the fact that he had almost met his death at the hands of his kidnapper…or at least that’s what he wanted to believe.