HeartbreakInSteriero

Gerard struggled against the heavy metal chains, shouting abuse at his captor, who puffed on a cigar, smiling and occasionally laughing at his insults.
He was a big man, tall and muscular, he had no shirt on and his muscles were showing their strength. He was almost a foot taller than his prisoner with short jet black hair which stuck up in several random places. He looked about twenty five – twenty seven, and looked very strong and fit, Gerard was happy he hadn’t felt his punch yet.
Once Gerard has stopped shouting he leant forward, tired from struggling against the chains, and hung his head. His captor moved over to him, burning his cigar out on his bare top half causing him to grit his teeth and moan, wincing, until the sensation had gone.
“Why are you doing this?” he said, looking up into his eyes. His captor shrugged,
“Just doing what I’m told” He said, admiring Gerard’s shirtless body “Are you hot? Want to take your jeans off?” he tilted his head at him.
“No, I’m fine” He replied, he wasn’t though, he was boiling hot, the room they were in was tiny and stuffy. There was a sofa in the middle of the room, cream coloured, a few yards infront was Gerard against the wall in chains around his ankles and wrists. The ones around his wrists were fastened either side of his head so that his arms were bent at a right angle. It meant he could lean forward on the chains, as he was earlier.
His captor seemed somewhat disappointed in his answer and reached forward beginning to undo Gerard’s belt.
“No please, I’m fine with them on” he pleaded, catching a glimpse of mercy in his captor’s eyes, it was faint though, but it was there.
He paused before letting go of his belt and wandered back over to the sofa sprawling himself over it, lying sideways and admiring Gerard.
Gerard hung down again, too tired to keep his body up for so long. He closed his eyes, hoping if he dreamt hard enough, it would all turn out ok. He thought of his friend, Frank, and brother, Mikey, he hoped they were both alright, he knew Mikey had got away, but he wasn’t sure about Frank.
They had burst in through the door, two strong men wearing balaclavas, one about Frank’s height, and the other about Mikey’s, the taller one carrying a shotgun.
Gerard had shouted “Run” at them, and they had all got to their feet, Mikey ran out the back door, Frank followed but hovered in the door way, reluctant to leave Gerard alone, who was advancing towards the men.
Gerard shook his head as he remembered what happened next.
The smaller man, slightly shorter than Frank, had produced a baseball bat and swung at Gerard’s knees. Before he could realise, react or even think his knees buckled backwards and he fell to the floor, shouting at Frank to get out. Frank slowly backed towards the back door, while the taller man had raised his shotgun at Frank. Gerard caught sight of it and lunged towards him knocking him down, the bullet flying up at the doorway and splintering the wood, outraged the taller male and taken a wild but forceful swing at Gerard’s head with the baseball bat knocking him flat on his front on the floor.
Falling into blackness, the last thing he could remember was an open-mouthed Frank, stumbling backwards through the back door and running out, the taller guy sprinting after him. It wasn’t long after that, before he went completely unconscious.
“My friend…Frank…did you get him too?” he said weakly, lifting his head up a little, still hanging forward on the chains.
“Who?” he replied confused, getting up and dragging a TV that was about the size of a computer screen out from behind the sofa. “I don’t know about anyone else, I’m only paid to watch you” he shrugged and pulled it a couple of yards infront of Gerard, plugging it into the wall, before switching it onto the porn channel and taking a seat to watch.
Gerard looked through the back of the TV through a slight gap, where the image was showing through, then looked back down away hanging his head again in disgust when his captor put a hand down his tracksuit bottoms.
He wondered what had happened to Frank, he hoped he had got away, that he was safe. He hoped he was with Mikey, that they’d told someone. He knew Mikey would, he was always the sensible one steering them out of trouble when he could. He wondered what Frank was doing at that moment, he closed his eyes and thought of him.

Frank screamed out from the pain, agony spreading through his body, the smug smirk on his captor’s face increasing each time he put the knife deeper inside, sending new waves of pain through Frank’s already burnt, bruised body. He roughly pulled it out, Frank falling down onto the floor leaning his back on the wall, a hand over the deep wound in his front. Frank looked up into his eyes, so much joy; he’d enjoyed everything he’d done to him, the bruising, braking, burning, cutting. Torture.
His captor was similar to Gerard’s except a little fatter and had his shirt on. Like Gerard’s captor he’d also taken Frank’s top off, but he hadn’t chained him, he was too beaten to struggle. His captor took a camera off the wall and smiled at Frank, clutching his front and bleeding heavily, he walked out and locked the door behind him.
Gerard looked up as the door opened, a slightly fatter man with a shirt on, but otherwise identical to his captor came in and handed a video camera to Gerard’s captor. Silently Gerard watched what they were doing, his captor reached up and kissed him whilst taking the camera from him. The other man looked across at Gerard with amusement, which Gerard returned with a look of hatred. He smiled at him and walked out closing the door, Gerard watching him as he went.
His captor plugged the video into the TV turning it round so Gerard could see it, he looked at him slightly confused and suspicious.
“Just watch it” he laughed a little, but it sounded like nervous laughter, Gerard narrowed his eyes at him, wondering if he was really nervous. The video started though, and Gerard looked down at the TV, an image flickering onto the screen, his eyes widened and he looked up at his captor again.
“Frank…” he swallowed “Where is he?” Anger becoming evident in his voice.
His captor sat down on the sofa. “Just watch it, then you’ll know what happened to Frank, it’s everything that’s happened. Well…nearly everything.”
“You lied to me” Gerard demanded “You did know about others, you knew about Frank, where is he?” After receiving no answer he shouted “Tell me where he is!” he spat the words out pulling on the chains and clenching his fists. After receiving no answer still, he eventually returned his eyes to the screen to see Frank curled up in the corner of the room in dim light. He was still, but Gerard couldn’t tell whether it was blood on the floor in the light.
The guy that came in with the camera came into the room, approaching Frank, who stood up, only to be sent back down to the ground with four or five punches to his gut, where he was kicked hard in the head and stomach.
“Just watch it to the end” His captor said, seeing Gerard was about to do or say something.

Gerard watched the video for the next hour or so, clenching his fists the whole time and pulling on the chains, trying to break free from them every time Frank was kicked, punched, burnt, or tortured some other way. His eyes were filled with tears and anger, but not a tear fell.
The last minutes of the video showed Frank collapsing onto the floor after a knife was thrust into him a few times before being wrenched out completely, leaving Frank clutching the wound and wincing with the agony. The captor came over to the camera, smiling at it and took it down from the wall, switching it off.
It took a few minutes after the video cut off before a tear finally rolled down his cheek, he looked across at his captor with pleading in his eyes, knowing Frank was either dead or dying, his captor looking back at him with slight pity. He seemed a bit more merciful after seeing the grown man cry.
“Please…just let me go to him…” he said, silently crying.
“I..can’t” came the reply.
Gerard shook his head “Let me go to him!” he shouted, pulling harder on the chains, metal cutting into his flesh, the chains around his left wrist starting to break.
“You can’t break out of them” his captor said, but he sounded doubtful. He sat up more and watched Gerard, who was shouting, almost roaring as the chains around his left wrist broke leaving a deep cut into his wrist. He began to pull roughly on the chains around his right wrist with his free hand, metal cutting a deep flesh wound into his arm. His captor stared at him almost in disbelief before snapping back and coming over to Gerard nervously.
“Stop it…please” Just then the chains around his right wrist broke and he looked at his captor with an evil smirk on his face. His captor started to back away from him but Gerard pulled him back closer by his wrist and hair.
“Unlock the ones around my ankles, now.” His captor hesitated; there was a lot in his eyes, mercy, worry, and fear. Gerard said it again, but shouted it, closer to his face.
“O-ok, ok” he fumbled around in his pocket before producing a key which Gerard took and pushed him back, he moved over into the corner opposite watching Gerard as he unlocked the other chains. He looked tough, but he could only act it when he was safe, now he was out the chains, he had to admit he was scared of Gerard.
After unlocking the chains he moved over to the door, two deep cuts into his wrists where the heavy metal had been digging hard into. He pulled the door open and walked into the corridor, raising a hand over his eyes as the light got to him, he’d been in a barely lit room, the light was blinding.
Feeling his way across the corridor he came to another room not too far up from where he was, he turned the handle and went inside, shutting the door. He looked around the dark room, there was nothing in this one, just bloodstains…everywhere. Something grabbed his legs from behind, pulling them back so he fell on his front.
“Just leave me alone!” said a screaming voice, Gerard turned around peering through the darkness, he knew that voice.
“Frank…?”
“Gerard…?” Gerard moved forward slowly crawling on his hands and knees over to the wall, leaning his back on it, making out the body shape on the ground next to him in the same position. He looked over Frank’s abused body.  “I’m sorry Gerard, I should have listened to you…I should have ran” he looked at Gerard, burn marks and bruises over his body, deep heavily bleeding cuts around his wrists and cuts round his ankles. “They…chained you?” he said, holding a shaky hand out on the floor. Gerard took it.
“Yeah…” he replied, “Listen… don’t worry about me, they made me watch a video, I know what they did to you…how much does the knife wound hurt…?” He said, pressing slightly around the wound.
Frank managed to keep a straight face and give a weak smile, even though it was excruciating.
“It’s really not that bad, It’s fine.”
It wasn’t, it wouldn’t be long now… Frank just didn’t want their last moments together to be unhappy, that’s all he wanted now.
“Are you sure..?” Gerard replied, looking doubtful.
“Yeah. It’s fine” He squeezed his hand and smiled. Gerard pulling him onto his lap and hugging him, they stayed hugging for the next half hour, enjoying each others arms.
“Gerard…?” Frank whispered softly.
“Yeah?” he said looking down at Frank.
“I love you…” he said smiling weakly. “I…” he trailed off, his eyelids flickering and closing.
“…Frank” Gerard shook him gently “Frank wake up!” he said, tears filling his eyes. He pulled him up into a hug and cradled him, crying into his shoulder. “…I love you too…”