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Frank wanted him dead.
He was tall- impossibly so, with musculature only able to be described as divine. Like what he'd imagine God to look like. He shouldn't compare a mortal to his creator, but there was no other way to describe it. Frank would drool whenever he'd see the indents of wiry muscle and nerves roll underneath his skin— oh, how he wanted to rip him open and tear into his insides.
And that smell. He smelt so good. Like the smell from cracking open a skull, or sometimes the coppery smell from an opened torso and fresh guts. All Frank wanted to do was sink his teeth into that man, tear him apart and devour him; The thought of the perfect meal haunted his mind through four days and four nights, ever since the day he had seen him be dragged down the hallway and into the engine.
It was the least he could do. He hated to see him cry, even more so to hear his wailing during their examinations. If he ate him, he'd be free. Free from the hell that was this place. From the demons that both lurked in the shadows and the ones with gloves and masks that would grab and force them to behave. It was an act of love, one that Frank so desperately wanted to give to him.
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Hand around his throat, clamping down with an iron grip.
Frank couldn't help but cough and sputter. That man was strong, stronger than he ever was. The feeling of hitting what was essentially a brick wall frightened him to no end. He had never come across someone who would refuse so vehemently his offer of freedom. Someone who would refuse his love, and show him that they meant it.
Instead, the man offered him his own "love"; One he wasn't aware of, one that he had forgotten, one that he only knew from watching the adults in church when he was a child. A husband needs his wife, and a wife can be anyone to someone in power. It was a title that expressed complete and absolute control, similar to that of God. That man didn't say it out loud, but Frank knew what he meant when he expressed these ideas to him.
He weighed his options. A new kind of love, one that would be reciprocated unconditionally, that wouldn't leave him alone ever again. But, he would be rejecting everything he ever knew to worship another. It was treachery in the highest form, he would never be able to go back. But when had God ever saved him? All he did was give and give, yet bore no reward for it. Nothing to show for his kind deeds. The devil took him away and put him down here, and God let it happen.
.. Maybe treachery wasn't so bad after all. Eddie embraced him tenderly, and the beating of his heart made Frank drool. He would taste him at a more convenient time.
/A picture reads, " Eddie Gluskin and Frank Gluskin. ", written in fine cursive at the bottom. The image is clearly two men, but one is oddly thin, haggard, and wearing a bridal gown drenched in blood, whereas one is dressed in a suit; both are smiling with linked arms. After some research, the window behind the two showed that this was taken in Mount Massive Asylum. Both a journalist's article and leaked footage from ~2013 reveals these two were likely patients. The context of the photo is unknown./