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.

of waiting. Taking the baseball bat from his companion’s hand, he moved his foot and said, “You’re right.

he finished speaking, the man

Victor groaned. There was just so much he could

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

back, the

hit him eight more

blow, blood came out of his mouth and his surroundings seemed to have become more blurry. Victor knew that he could no longer keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried. When

woman in a floral dress. She

frown appeared on his lips as he gazed

body made it hard for him to breathe. It felt as though his organs were being crushed every time a cough escaped his lungs

wanted to know where

never once dreamt of her. He thought that he

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

laid himself down again and closed his eyes. He knew very well that escaping was impossible. He had no idea when

alive, he knew that he had to find a way to survive. The best he could do at this very

rough, cold floor. It was, undoubtedly, uncomfortable. Staring at the ceiling, he saw spider webs gather around the

me?’ Perhaps his injuries caused him to be in a daze.

floor made him adapt to the pain he was feeling. He felt marginally better than when he had

 “Wow. I didn’t expect you to be up so soon,”

few steps separating him and Victor. With sharp eyes, Victor stared at the man in front of him. Not a word left his lips. Resting his elbows on top of his

little boy?” Before Victor could even say a word, he heard the sound of a baseball bat being dragged across the