AN: I'm back with another chapter. This one gets a bit more intense. There will be sexual assault, so just a heads up.

Riff didn't say anything. What could he say? All he could do was give me a look of pity as I continued to break down from guilt. Magenta came over and hugged me. "I know, darling, I know. Please don't resent us for not telling you, but we knew you would blame yourself if we did. You don't deserve the additional pain. You've already suffered so much, I can't bare to see you break." "We need to get out of here before he kills us, Magenta. All he does is take things away from people. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. I already knew that, but the fact that he killed Rocky is proof the same could happen to us. Please, we can leave. All of us can. It's not impossible. Just as Magenta was about to say something, Frank walked in.

"None of you are going anywhere, love." "Get the fuck out of here, Frank. I know what happened to Rocky. How could you? He didn't deserve any of that." "I suppose my temper got the best of me. If you had done as I said, it wouldn't have happened in the first place." "Bullshit! You abuse everyone who has the misfortune of crossing paths with you, and it was only a matter of time before Rocky was abused too. Don't you dare blame me for your actions. I didn't make you do jack shit and you know it." Frank walked over to me and moved my hair out of my face. I slapped his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me." "Why not? You seemed to enjoy my touches the other night." I felt my stomach drop. "I didn't enjoy anything you did to me. You raped me! You forced yourself on me. I didn't want it, you know that. I could never enjoy sleeping with you." "No? I'm sure Columbia and Magenta will tell you they enjoyed sleeping with me." "God, shut up! I'm so tired of this. You genuinely think that because people you've slept with reacted to your advances they enjoyed it? They didn't, and I didn't enjoy what you did to me. You hurt me!" Frank looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen from him before. His eyes had warmth in them. I could almost say they had humanity in them. What was he feeling? Sadness? Remorse? There's no way he could feel bad for hurting me considering he's hurt so many other people. How was I any different? Did he actually feel bad for hurting me? It only lasted for a brief moment and his expression hardened back to the Frank I was familiar with. It's almost as if he didn't want the others to catch on and see that look of vulnerability. "Good to see you're feeling better. Come along, Riff Raff. We have work to do." They left and I just stood there taken aback. What was that all about?

"What's wrong, Daphne?" "Magenta, has Frank ever shown or expressed remorse for mistreating you, Columbia or anyone else? Has he ever shown warmth?" "Why do you ask?" "Well, Frank looked at me in such a strange way. For a brief moment he looked sad, as if he felt remorse for what he did to me. I've never seen that from him." Magenta nodded and patted my knee. "Frank can be extremely cruel, as you know. Hell, we all know that. But sometimes he can be nice if the mood strikes him. I do think the majority of the time his temper gets the better of him and he becomes a lot more violent than he means to be. So it's possible he could feel bad for hurting you, but remember don't let your guard down. Frank has never been truly in love with anyone he's been with, nor do I think he's truly capable of loving another person. It's all about control for him. To him, this is a game, a game he's determined to win no matter what. Now enough about Frank. Columbia and I were planning on reading more magazines. Would you like to join us?" "Sure!"

As we were reading the magazines, I noticed Columbia was fondly looking at a picture of Eddie. "Hey Columbia. I know bringing up Eddie these days is painful, but can I ask you about him?" "What do you want to know?" "How did you two meet? What was he like as you got to know him? I understand if it's too painful to talk about." "No, it's okay. I don't mind. Eddie ran away from home after his mom died and got involved with drugs. He showed up here one day out of the blue. At first when we met, I was apprehensive about him being here. See, whenever anyone showed up here, I would get hostile and jealous because I was worried Frankie wouldn't love me anymore. Of course, that was back when I was in love with him. I knew Frankie was attracted to Eddie's naive charm, and I was worried he would be able to get Eddie in bed with him. Eddie told me he wasn't into guys, so when I realized he wasn't trying to take Frankie away from me, I gave him a chance. One day, we started talking and realized we had a lot in common and became friends. Over time, our bond grew, and we fell in love. Frankie didn't like that, so he began separating us and sleeping with Eddie. We helped each other get through Frankie's outbursts, and eventually he stopped sleeping with both me and Eddie, and it worked out since we could spend more time together. We would stay up all night and listen to records and talk. He even encouraged me to continue practicing my tap dancing. Frankie usually wouldn't let us leave, but it didn't matter because most of the time he was busy working. We would sneak out on Saturday nights to go to movies and concerts. That was all over when Frankie caught us sneaking back in, and well, you know the rest. God, I loved him, I still love him." She hugged his picture close to her chest. "What do you think he would think of me? Do you think he would hate me for being so weak?" No. Not at all. He would probably love and protect you the way a big brother protects his little sister." "I wish he was here." "Me too."

Later that night, I decided to stay in the room and sleep while the girls were doing chores. I woke up sometime later and was unable to go back to sleep, so I turned on the light and grabbed a magazine to read. I didn't notice someone had come into the room until I heard the door shut. I looked up to see Frank. He wasn't wearing any makeup and was only dressed in his black robe with the dragon on it. He looked exactly the same as he did on the day he gave me that humiliating bath. I backed myself against the headboard. "Frank, what are you doing here?" He didn't say anything. His eyes never left me as he walked over to the bed. "Frank..." It unintentionally came out in a fearful tone rather than a warning. He got on the bed and panic began to set in. "I know the first time wasn't as enjoyable for you as I was hoping, and while I enjoyed myself, I didn't like how aggressive I was. So, how about we try again? I won't use any drugs, and I'll make sure you enjoy it this time." Before I could say anything, Frank pulled me into a kiss. He was removing my clothes, and I couldn't hide the fear anymore. "No. Let go! Let go of me! Don't do this!" I tried to break free of his grip. Eventually he managed to remove all of my clothes and gently laid me on the mattress. Tears began streaming down my face. "Shhh, little dove. I promise you'll enjoy this." I began to sob as he reached my chest. He put his mouth on one of my breasts and touched the other with one of his hands. After some time, he switched places with each one, ignoring my protests and sobs. I began to squirm for reasons other than to get away from him. I felt myself becoming aroused and it terrified me. Frank continued his assault on my breasts while his other hand ventured south. He began placing kisses down my body and I jerked away from his touch. I closed my eyes, trying to take myself away from this. My eyes shot open when I felt his breath on my thigh. I tried to close my legs, but he was holding them open. I looked up at the ceiling, giving one last useless plea for him to stop. I cried out when I felt his tongue. It moved in delicate strokes, slowly moving inside. A new wave of tears streamed down my face. I felt him put two fingers in, and it added more to the fire. My sobs died down into small gasps. The thought of coming undone at that moment mortified me. When he removed his fingers, I tried to move away. He pulled me closer to him, holding me open with both hands and pushed his head further between my legs. His tongue moved quicker, with forceful purpose. I closed my eyes, trying to fight the unwanted pleasure. I knew I was rising to my peak. "Please...no," I begged softly. A gasp left me as I went over the edge. Tears blurred my vision. I knew my face was drenched with tears. Unfortunately, Frank wasn't done yet. I felt him up by body. Before I knew it, I felt him thrust inside me. It was uncomfortable, but he finally finished. He got off of me and tied his robe. "See? I told you. I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did." He left and closed the door behind him.

AN: Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think.