Drowning Lessons

The room was dark, damp and ha dhwat looked like a sewage pipe leaking into the room.
All of this, cobined with the fact Gerard ached all over and had no idea where he was, made him really fucking terrified. Then the door opened.
"Hello?"

The man said nothing, just came in and looked at the boy, observed his terrified face, and satisfied began the preperations. He lay the boy down and the first hing h did was remove all his clothes. Then he lay him don flat and bound him with makeshift ropes that were actually shoelaces. He whistled and one of his "pals" came in. He had the nife. Good. This would be fun.

Gerard had struggled violently at the removal of his clothes and being bound up, but now seeing the knife his mouth went dry. He let out a small noise of teror "please, please don;t hurt me" he beged, straining at the ropes. They're going to kill mehe thought, and with that people he'd never see again flooded his head; his mother, Mikey, Ray, Bob, Frank...

He took the knife and, in his head, made little linkes to follow on the boys cheeks. He took the knife and made tiny cuts in the corners of the mouth. Then, followig the lines he grazed the skin with the slightky jagged edge f the knife, if this worked, which he hoped it would, the boy, Gerard, would look more like a joker than any class clown would want to...
Then, knowing the screams would stretch the cuts along the graze lines, he jabbed the knofe into Gerar's arm.

Gerard had managed to hold back any noise at the small cuts on his face, just scrunching his eyes up in pain, but at the stabbed screamed, the soud becoming much more bloodcurdling when the lines ripped along his cheeks. Ters escaped the teens eyes as blood poured from the wounds and into his mouth, the salty liquid assaulting his tongue.

The man, knowing Gerrad would soon die of blood loss if h did't interveene, he took some sterilised needles out and sewed his cuts together, give it a few hours to heal and you have the perfect replica of the Joker's grin. H smiled in satisfaction at hi work and, feeling a littl mercifu gave the boy a little morphine. (or morphling if you pefer.)

Gerard breathed deeply at the delicious painkiller, his cheeks soon going numb as the burning agony from his cuts dulled. He tipped hsi head back slightly, eyes half closed.
"Why are you doing this?" he whimpered dully, a few drops of blood trickling from his wounds when he spoke.

"Money, it's just business, and you looked like you coud make us lotts of it." The man smiled and then stopped "And don't speak so much, you'll rip your stitches." he said paking away the needles and wiping up the last droplets of blood from his face.

Gerard looked worried, but it wasnt long before the morphine in his systkjem knocked him out.

When he came to, there was the distinct smell of fie lingering in the air, but njo smoke, trying to sit up he now caught he scent of heated metal and became even more confused, he looked aoun lostly "H-Hello:?"

The man turnd as he heard signs of life and flashed Gerard a evil smile and turned back to the metal rod he was holding over a fire, the bonds that held Gerard were still i place , but this would really hurt, so the shoelacs had been replaces with actual ropes and wre hels by metal hoops in the floor rather than old frail chains. He felt satisfied with the heat of the rod and so walkd over to gerard, He stood over him, sweating a little from the fire, but this method of torture would be one of the best. He held the customised branding rod over Gerard and jabbed it oto his arm.

The pain took a minute to get to Gerard, but when it id it was intene, immeiate an agonising. He screamed as the bran burnt into his flesh and he could almost hear the muscle sizzling. He struggled to get away from it, the ropes cuting into his wrists and ankles as tears poured down his cheeks. "Please" he sobbed, still trying to squirm away "Please stop, please-"

The man smelt cooking flsh and was reminded of happy days pent in the garden with a barbeque, happy days.... Oh well, he pulled away the poker and saw amongst the smok and charred flesh, was the logo of the copany, a cross, flipped on it's side with a circle surrounding it with spikes jutting out of the circle. Now branded on Gerard' kin lik a cattle, showingjust whose property he is.

Gerard just kept sobbing, not taking in the image newly burned into hsi skin. HE just wanted to go home. From how lighit was otside, he guessed riht now he;'d probebly have een waking up, posibly with Frank in his arms. He mght just have been at the breakfast tale with Mikey arguing about Batman villians, and now? Now he didn't care whether Poison Ivy Or Harley Quinn were better femme fetales (though it was OBVIOUSLY Quinn) he just wante to see his little brothers afce again.

The man applied a dampened washcloth to Gerard's arm and heard it sizzle at the cold contact and imagined the reief Gerard woud feel form it. He smiled and went to fix the angle of the camer in room behind the two way mirror.

Gerard accidentally let a small moan escape him at the feel of the cold cloth on his skin, the relief almost instant if no complete.

A small message pinged up on the mans computer:
Rape - $200

The man smiled at the request from the viewer and went back into the room. He bandaged the arm to top infection, no money could be made from that. He thn flipped the half unconcioud teenager over onto his stomach and yanked down his trousers followed by his own, he thn thrust into gerard'd ass.

Gerard had been confused and disorientated at first, but a sudden clarity came with the pain in his ass. He cried out and struggled again, not wanting this man to take something he'd desperatly been saving for Frank. He cried out in pain "P{lease, please stop" he sobbed.

"Now why wouldI do that?" the mn asked, "We're jut getting to know eachother. Now stop talking and fucking scream." He said and thrust in further and rammed his whole hog into the yng boy's ass and waited for the delightful scream that would follow.

Back in New Jersey:
Frank paced the floor again for the third day in a row, he was beginning to wear a line in the carpet it pissed Mikey off no end. He was still thinking of a way to get Gerard back. He loved Gerard so much and every moment aart waslike a dager through hi heart. He listed all the places he knew Gerard had liked. But none of the he hadn't allready scowered ever inch of.

Mikey sighed and looked up, watching his best friend pace anxiously. His brother had been missing for three days now, and with each passing day he new the likelihood of Gerard living was decreasing. He stood up and pioured another cup of water, jumpig out if his skin when the phoe rang and then screaming at the cold-caller at the other end of the line.

Gerard let loose a scream of his own back in where-evener the hell hie was. He sobbed desperatly into the floor, bitig into his forearm to control his screams.

The man embraced th scream and felt himself cum explosively into the younger boy's ass and then got up to clean imself, he logged onto his server,

$400 - Sweat box

$350 - Castration

$525 - Neclassing


Highest bidder- MissLovettHumanPies for $525 dollars Necklasing, this will happen in 30 minutes stay tuned.
Brett

Brett walked toward the room where Gerard was, armed with a petrol filled tyre and a box of matches . He sauntered in as if he owned the place, because he did, and lifte the hald dead figure u from he round and hoisted him to a standing position, he then squeezed the hin boy into the tyre's "hole" (which is actually a tunnel, look it up) and poured some ater over his head to wake him up, he poured some into the boy's mouth to, o the screams would be peircing not hoarse. He struck a light and threw it where it landed dead on the tyre just beneath Gerard's left elbow.


Back in New Jersey

Frank scrolled through his e-mail, looking once again for a clue asto Gerard's whereaouts, he would not accept that Geard was dead unless they found a body, he wouldn't rest untill he knew whare Gerard was and had at least triedto get him back, Frank was losing weight nd sleep, he had permenanr dark circls under his eyes, he was scrawny (-er tan usual) and wouldn't talk to many people except for Mikey and one police officer when he needed to ask about any information on Gerard' He heard the ping to signify a new email.

Frank,
You are probably wondering where your boyfriend is. Well, the search is over,

www.tortureforcriminalentertainment@hotmail.com

Frank clicked the link and was taken to a website layed out like a porn hb, bt with "Donate" boxes and a suggestion box, the section he was on had a video open, it was a teenage boy set on fire. He was burning and his screams filled the air and Frank could almost smell the burning flesh. He looked closer and amongst the leaping flames, was a black, ratted mess of hair. Gerard! "MIKEY!GET OVER HERE! I'VE FOUND GEE!"

Mikey ran over, immediatly feeling sick at the image "For gods sak Frank! Turn it off!" he squeeed, the when Frank seemed unable tto do anything hye slammed the laptop li closed. He couldn;t escape the sound of his brothers screams though, or the two second glance he'd managed to catch of his face, flames licking across his chest, neck and arms.

Gerard was writhing and screaming, begging for help ad mercy. A jet of cold water hit him, effctivly putting out the burnig rubber around him, he sobbed with pain ad relief before realizing that this meant something possibbly worsse was comig.

Frank sat in silence for five minutes then rushed to the violence to be violently sick. He spent three hours throwing up siping water to disguise the taste then blinking and seeing the whole thing play again on his eelids, and then ran to the bathroom again.


Back in God Knows Where
Brett put down the hose and ran to the boy's side with a burn soother andan asprin, or seven. He fed them the boy and felt him go limp an unconcious inhis hands.

(Later)
Brett turned up the heating to 55degrees in the room and the left whistling, Gerard would besweating more than a naked nun in a brofl.

Mikey stroked Franks back to sooth his stomach, whilst tyrying to cLAM HIS own.

Gerard woke u still in pain, his wounds burning now the painkillers had worn off. The second thing he noticed was the sweltering heat. For a moment he was dissrietated, barely able to open his eyes "Frankie...?" he croaked. Reaching his oleft arm out sightly, to the point of where Frak would have been had he been home. Finding nothing but ground he sat up slightly more, remembering where he was.

Brett laughed through the two way mirror. He looked at the sweat pool dripping from the young boy's face. He turned up the heat another degree and possted a note through the door.

Gerard,
For the next hour the heat will continually be turned up, do't worry I'll send some water in

xoxxo Brett


Then he slotted a half glass of tepid tap water through a dog flap.

Gerard read the note in growing unease. He crawled across, a chain aorund his left foot preventing hinm from moving too far, and took the water that felt blissfully cool in hios hands. He sipped it lightly, fighting the urge to gulp it down straight away, as he had no idea when, or if, any more would cvome.

Mikey finally worked up ther courage to open the laptop back up. His brother was stiklll on thre screen, horrible burns obvuious up his chest, arms and neck, and what coukld only be described as a 'Chealksea smile' winding its way across his cheeks. What lkooked likje a brand had been burnt into his skin, but Mikey couldn;t make out what it was. Luckily, he managed to content himself with the fact that, for now, Gerard just looked mildly uncomfertable.