The Demented Souls Game
By: Elm Bee!
A little note so you don't think I am completely insane: This story came to me after watching the "Addams Family Reunion" haha. The way Gomez & Mortricia were "cooing" different ways of torture got me to thinking. haha! Tim Curry is the coolest, so this story is a little Rocky Horror, a little Addams Family and a whole lot of Frerard. Enjoy you "devilish" readers! xD ;)
Chapter One: The Game.
The lights flickered and the door creaked open with a jerk. I moved my chained arm to my face shielding myself from the sudden bright light. My hand pained in that short swift motion from the amount of bruising on it, I was shocked when I looked down at it and saw the giant purple welts just a day earlier. I still hadn't had the slightest idea who or what put me in this horrible dark, disgusting place. Not to mention why.
This cold dark dungeon had only a small bed up against the wall, it was hard, made of straw and I'm pretty sure it had bugs in it. Above the bed was a long metal rectangle covered in spikes, hanging only by four rusty old chains, needless to say I curl up on the floor. There isn't a single window only a small vent at the top of the ceiling above the door. It allowed maybe a paper-cut of light into the cold damp room.
"Ah. Isn't this just charming? I find this room the…Most devilish, in the entire Iero Mansion." I raised my eyes to a short man standing in the door way. He had black hair, was covered tattoos and piercing, he was wearing very revealing ripped skinny jeans and a tight orange jack o lantern t-shirt. His eyes looked me up and down, his eyes finally resting on my bruised purple specked hands. "Ah, now that is what I call sexy." Before I could stop him, he jumped down and was examining my hands, licking his lips and smiling. I went to pull my hands away from him genuinely scared, he slammed them against the cold hard floor. I gasped in pain. As he moaned:
"You sure know how to make a man happy don't you? Don't worry precious, I have a very special surprise for you. Now close your eyes! No peeking!" He poked my eyes with his middle and pointer finger causing me to close them in pure agony, tears where running down them when they reopened. In the mans tattooed hands lay a box to what looked like a board game. It was a thick old looking board game, in a blood read fancy script on the top of the box it read: "Demented Souls Game, for all your sadomasochistic needs!" I just stared at the box in horror. Sadomasochistic? What the fuck does that mean?
"Well! SAY SOMETHING SUGAR!" He exclaimed a huge cheeky grin on his face.
"Um…..what?" I stuttered out. He slapped me. "Mother fucker!"
"You. were. supposed. to. say. Thank. You. Frank." He growled out.
"Well, how was i supposed to do that if i didn't know your name." I spat at him, he grinned that cheeky grin again and laughed happily.
"It's Frank Iero darling. You can scream it through your tears later." he said with an excited wink. I shuttered at the thought of this man actually feeling something for me. "Now come come! Come Come! it's game time! He pulled a leash put from behind him and put it around my neck. At this point I lost all hope of escape. I was going to live in this hell hole for the rest of my life. With this maniac.
Like? I find it Marvelously demented Darlinggs. Such an adorable story, I bet it's nothing like you've ever read before. Turn in next time for our amazing chapter two: The Directions. Same bat time, same bat channel.
Love,
Elm Bee!