Frank and I were both so hungry as the door opened. I instantly smelled warm chocolate chip cookies and picked my head up at the scent.

We'd been down here for what seemed like almost a day now, just talking quietly and comforting each other. The only person who came was someone with a can for us to pee in.

"Gee," someone sang.

I whimpered nervously, pressing myself close to Frank.

"Do you want a cookie, sweetheart?" The man asked as he kneeled down to my height with a big plate of fresh cookies in his hands.

"He doesn't want any," Frank stated.

"Take one, Gee," he insisted.

I picked one of the warm cookies up nervously, it made my mouth water. Frank broke a small piece off and ate it. He frowned for a moment before nodding.

"It's safe, Gee, you can have it," Frank said.

I took a bite and practically moaned from how good it was.

"You can have this whole plate of cookies if you just answer a few questions for me," he said.

"No, he isn't saying anything and you can't make him," Frank said.

I nodded in agreement and the man walked out with the plate of cookies. I broke the cookie in half and handed it to Frank.

"No, baby, I'm fine, you eat it," he said.

"But you're hungry too," I said. "Your tummy was growling."

He shook his head and I looked down sadly, eating both halves of the cookie.

"Daddy, what do they want?" I asked.

"They want information on my business," Frank said.

"Who are they?" I asked

"I don't know," he said. "But they aren't good and you can't answer any of their questions, understand?"

I nodded my head and Frank held my hand.

"I'm serious," he said. "No matter what you cannot tell them anything."

"A-are they going to hurt me?" I asked nervously.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

My lip quivered and Frank wrapped his arms around me, the chains still around his wrists.

"I-I don't wanna be hurt," I whimpered.

"I'm going to try to make sure you don't get hurt," he said.

"Th-they said I'm gonna be kept as a slave," I said.

"I'm not going to let that happen," he said.

"B-but they'll kill you?" I asked.

Frank didn't say anything, kissing my temple.

"If I hadn't come along then you would've been here alone," I said. "A-and one day you would be just stopped calling and no one would have known where you went. I'd be so scared and alone."

"I wish even more now that you hadn't come along," Frank said. "Then at least I would have known you would be safe and healthy. I would rather that happen to you than for you to be here with me."

"I think not knowing where you went would be even worse," I said. "At least I know that when I die you'll be dead too. If I hadn't come then I probably would've thought you fell in love with someone else and didn't want any part of my anymore."

"But you'd move on, you'd be happy," Frank muttered. "And now you're here because of me. You're going to get beaten and raped and it's all my fault because I keep coming back to this fucking business. You were right, I should've just told Pete no and had him handle the business on his own. I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry."

I looked over and saw Frank crying. He held me close, kissing the top of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair as my eyes watered.

"I didn't mean for this to happen to you," he muttered, crying quietly. "I love you, I just wanted to keep you safe."

"We're going to get out though, right?" I asked.

Frank didn't say anything, kissing my cheek.

"Daddy, I-I don't want to be a sex slave," I whimpered. "They're gonna hurt me and kill me."

Frank sobbed, hugging me close.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I cried with him as we curled up together on the cold stone floor. The door opened again and I sobbed, burying my face into Frank's chest.

"Don't you both go all crying now," the man said. "We haven't even done anything yet."

I felt him reach forward to let my hair but Frank grabbed his wrist and pushed it away. The man grabbed the chair and pulled it a little closer. Other men came in, grabbing Frank. They tied him to the chair and I whimpered nervously.

"You can hurt me all you want, I'm not going to fucking tell you anything," Frank spat.

"We don't need you to break," the leader said. "We only need sweet little Gee to break."

"He isn't going to say anything," Frank said with more confidence in me than I had in myself.

"Well, let's just see about that," the man said.

He unbuttoned Frank's shirt and picked up a knife. I whimpered, looking away as soon as I saw him drag the knife along his chest.

"No, make him watch," the man ordered.

Someone grabbed my head and turned it back, forcing me to watch as I let out a choked sob. Blood dripped down Frank's chest as he hissed in pain.

"It's okay, baby," he said.

I cried, watching him cut my daddy's chest again.

"Where is the business and who runs it now, Gee?" The man asked but I just shook my head.

The man made a few more cuts before setting the knife down. He picked up a lighter, smirking at me.

"No, please don't," I begged.

He flicked the flame on and held it up against Frank's skin. Frank cried out in pain as it burned him.

"It's Pete Wentz in Belleville, New Jersey!" I cried.

He set the light down and someone covered Frank's mouth as he came over.

"I knew it wouldn't take long to break you, you're weak," he said. "Now, Gee, tell me how many men work under him."

Frank's shouting was muffled as I shook my head. I knew I made a mistake, I shouldn't have said anything.

"Let him go," Frank said. "Gee has no part of this, he doesn't know anything. You can keep me, just let him go. I'll tell you anything you want if you let him go, please."

"No, we still want Gee," he said. "We want someone young and pretty to fuck and Gee fits that perfectly. Oh, we're gonna have so much fun with him."

"Find someone else," Frank said. "I-I'll find you someone else. Just let Gee go and I'll get you someone new, I know people who sell sex slaves, you can have as many as you want."

I looked up and saw that the man was thinking about it.

"I-I can't leave you here," I whispered.

"Yes you can, you're going to go live a happy life, okay?" Frank asked.

I sobbed, shaking my head.

"Alright, release the kid, bring him back to where you first found him," the leader said.

All but one of them walked out.

"I can't leave you," I cried.

This is the last time I was going to see Frank.

"I love you, baby," Frank said softly.

The man took off my chains and I sobbed as he dragged me to the door.

"No!" I screamed. "I'm not leaving you, daddy!"

I bit the man's arm and he cried out in pain. Frank taught me how to fight, I can do this.

"Little shit!" The man exclaimed.

His arm swung down, hitting me across the face. The blow was so hard it knocked me to the ground.

"Don't hurt him!" Frank shouted, fighting against the restraints.

I picked myself up, looking up at the strong man. I punched the man but he seemed to barely flinch. It seemed to hurt my fist more than it actually hurt him at all.

"Gerard, go with him," Frank said. "Go live a happy life, marry someone new, fall in love, raise kittens."

"You heard him," the man grumbled in annoyance.

He grabbed me and dragged me to the door. I looked back at Frank, watching him with his head hung low as his body shook lightly from crying. I couldn't leave him here to die, I loved him more than anything else in the world. I don't care if I get kept as a sex slave before eventually being killed, I'd rather that than have to live a life without him.

I pushed the man as hard as I could, making him fall and hit his head against the door. The man fell unconscious, at least I hoped he was only unconscious.

"Baby, wh-what have you done?" Frank asked. "This was your chance, you were going to be set free. You could've been happy and safe."

"I don't care if I'm away, I wouldn't be happy," I said. "You're everything to me and I love you. I wouldn't be happy without you, I'd be lost and lonely and scared."

"Fucking fine, grab the keys," he said.

I went to the man's body, grabbing the same key he used for my chains. I unlocked his chains and cut the ropes that held him to the chair.

"Fuck, come here," he said.

Frank gave me a soft kiss and i sniffled.

"Baby, you still have the chance to go free," he said. "I'll stay here, it'll be fine, I promise. Just know that I love you and I want you to be happy. Go out there and be free and happy. Have Lindsey move in with you or something. Get a million puppies and kittens. Fall in love and get married and be happy."

"I want to be happy with you," I said. "I don't care if I die, I just want to be with you."

Frank gave me a kiss and held my hand.

"Let's get out of here then," he said.

Frank took my hand and the two of us hurried out into the stone hallway, trying to find an exit.