Captivation: Want Nothing But You

The moment Norton gave his orders, his men began to beat Victor up before he even had the chance to protect himself. Initially, Victor thought that he was strong enough to fight back. However, at the end of the day, he was nothing but a fourteen-year-old boy. Sparring with quite a handful of well-trained men, he soon lost the brawl.

They hit him at all his weakest spots. It was as if they wanted to break all of his bones.

Laughter reverberated through the air. “Little boy, call me Daddy. If you do, I might just go easy on you,” one of the men said. 

Struggling to cover his head with his arms, Victor was kicked from the back. Soon, he fell to the ground. Before he even had the chance to get up, someone hit him again with a baseball bat. 

For a moment, all he could see was black as he felt a sharp pain on his back. A sudden surge of blood arose from his chest before he spat it out from his mouth.

“Call me Daddy!” Laughter broke through the air.

“This boy sure is though. But I know he’s going to break soon. All it takes is a couple more hits.”

Their arrogant words seemed to ring in Victor’s ears. Struggling to stand up with his hands on the ground for support, Victor spat out blood from his mouth once more. Seemingly coming from nowhere, a foot stepped on the back of his hand.

“I said, call me Daddy! Are you fucking deaf?!” the man said, putting more pressure on the sole of his foot.

Victor raised his head, matching the man’s gaze. Not a word escaped his lips. Narrowing his eyes, the man gazed at Victor with disdain. He stomped on the back of Victor’s hand again. Instantly, Victor felt the intense pain. Cold sweat started dripping down from his forehead, down to the asphalt road.

The physical pain he felt seemed to have reached his heart.

It felt as though he had been stabbed by a knife. The pain he felt grew every time the man stomped on the back of his hand. He could almost hear his bones breaking.

Even so, Victor was determined to keep his lips sealed. He was stubborn and unwilling to beg for mercy.

waiting. Taking the baseball bat from his companion’s hand, he moved his foot and said, “You’re right. He’s not unbreakable. I’d like to

he finished speaking, the man threw another

groaned. There was just

time, his body seemed to have given up. He fell to

inability to fight back, the men still

eight more times

blurry. Victor knew that he could no longer keep his eyes open no

a floral dress. She had short

his lips as he gazed at the woman.

made it hard for him to breathe. It felt as though his organs were being crushed every time a cough escaped his lungs remember when he had lost

where he was. He didn’t think that

his mother’s death six years ago, he never once dreamt of her. He thought that he could no longer remember how

he was suffering from intense injuries. He couldn’t bring himself to move. Looking around his surroundings,

again and closed his eyes. He knew very well that escaping

they left him there to die. However, since he was ever-so-lucky to be alive, he knew that he had to find a way to survive. The best he could do at this very moment was to recover. He knew that being impulsive would only

cold floor. It was, undoubtedly, uncomfortable. Staring at the ceiling, he saw spider webs gather around the corners of the building. He couldn’t help but wonder if his grandmother was aware

this to me?’ Perhaps his injuries caused him to be in a daze. Memories of his life

than when he had just woken up. He sat up when he heard the noise. His eyes turned to the door. Norton had changed his clothes. Donning a

to be

a few steps separating him and Victor. With sharp eyes, Victor stared

he heard the sound of a baseball bat being dragged across