AN: Hey, everyone. I'm finally back with another chapter. I don't want to get too personal, but I've been in a dark place the last few months and haven't felt like writing. Fortunately I'm doing better. Hopefully this chapter won't be too garbled. Thank you to everyone who has taken time to read my story. Even if you don't leave kudos or feedback (though it does help me to continue this story) I still appreciate that you're reading it.

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Over the last couple of days, I finally began to feel better. I hadn't been running a fever and I was getting my appetite back. It was nice my ribs weren't hurting anymore. I could breathe without the ache of exhaustion. Magenta came in as I woke up, just as she always did since I had gotten sick. She really is a mother hen. I just couldn't see how Frank could treat people like her and especially Riff with such cruelty. To say nothing of what he did to Columbia and possibly countless others. I didn't know how I would've delt with Frank raping me if I didn't have the support of such wonderful people. I had several nightmares about it. I would wake up screaming. The girls were always there to assure me everything was alright. I can see we're all suffering through this hell together. The thought of being all alone with Frank chilled me to the bone. What was really eating at me lately was the fact I hadn't seen Rocky in so long. I knew Frank pretty much Kept him locked up downstairs. I worried for his safety the most out of all of us. Rocky was so vulnerable. He couldn't speak his mind like the rest of us, and he had a childlike innocence. He may have had the body of a grown man, but he was basically a child. It still sickens me that Frank created a human being to use as his sexual plaything, with the mind of a child. "What's the matter, love bug? You look worried." "Oh, it's nothing, Magenta. It's just that, well I've been thinking about Rocky. I'm worried about his safety. It's been so long since any of us had seen him. He's so vulnerable. And given that he can't speak he's pretty much a child. Do you think he's okay?" She looked away from me for a moment. "I knew the day would come when you would ask about him. I suppose we better tell her, Columbia." Columbia came over and held my hand. "I'm so sorry, hon. You see, Rocky isn't here anymore." "What...what do you mean not here anymore? Did he break free and escape?" The girls looked at each other as if they were unsure what to say. "I really wish that were the case darling, but..." My throat tightened. "No. Rocky passed away weeks ago." It hit me like a ton of bricks. "How? Was he sick? No... it was Frank, wasn't it?" Again they looked at each other silent and Magenta opened the door. You can come in she knows now." Riff stepped inside and gave me a look of pity. "You know Rocky has been dead for weeks now. We didn't want to keep this from you, but we didn't want to make things worse with all the abuse you've suffered, that all of us have suffered. You're so tender hearted-" "You don't think I can take it, right? Just tell me what happened, Riff." There was a long pause. "I knew it would only be a matter of time before Master abused Rocky...he's so possessive. His temper gets the better of him and...it got worse when you kept refusing him..." I was barely holding my anger inside. "What happened, Riff?" "It started to escalate the day he found the two of you in bed together. I knew he was angry but I didn't think he would hurt him so badly over time. You see Master keeps the room locked so none of us are allowed in unless we have permission to go inside. Do you remember the day you overheard Master talking about how excited he was about testing the formula and that he was going to spend the day with Rocky since sleeping with you didn't work out? When I went to the lab, Master called me into the room to get one of the viles. When I went inside I saw Rocky face down chained to a table there were gashes on his back presumably from a whip, several bruises all over his body, and I found this around his neck." It was some kind of weird collar. "This is a type of shock collar that is no longer used on Transilvania. We used it to keep our animals from wandering off much like you so hear on Earth. These are defective because the voltage has been shown to go too high. Master go ahold of one and used it on Rocky most likely each time he disobeyed him. I suspect he had been abusing Rocky several days before he used the collar, but that morning when he used it was what finally killed Rocky. The shock and trauma to his body was too severe. Please you have to know if I knew this was happening I would have tried to stop him. I didn't know. I'm sorry." Everything just stood still. All I could do was sit there in shock. "It's my fault. It's all my fault. I should've swallowed it and slept with him. I should've done as he said from the beginning. It wouldn't have happened if I listened." "No. Don't blame yourself. Why not, Magenta? That degenerate fuck took his anger out on Rocky by raping at beating him every time I didn't listen to him. How is it not my fault?" "Darling none of us had any way of knowing Frank was abusing Rocky, Frank chose to abuse him out of control. He's the one who hurt Rocky, not you. Even if we knew and tried to stop him, Frank would do it anyway and we would suffer consequences." "No, you know what? Fuck this. Fuck all of it. We need to get out of here and save our lives. We can do it. We can get out of here. I can go back to my life and you guys can start new ones here." Magenta looked so devastated for me. They all did. We had to get out of here somehow.

AN: Let me know what you think.