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.

baseball bat from his companion’s hand, he moved his foot

speaking, the man threw

Victor groaned. There was just so much he could take.

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

inability to fight back, the men

hit him eight more

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 he looked down, he caught

in a floral dress. She had short

on his lips as he gazed at the woman.

to breathe. It felt as though his organs were being crushed every time a cough escaped his lungs

where he was. He

never once dreamt of her. He thought that he could no longer remember how his mother looked like. However, he was

was suffering from intense injuries. He couldn’t bring himself

and closed his eyes. He knew very well that escaping was impossible. He had

to find a way to survive. The

on the rough, 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

 ‘Is she going to find me? Who did this to me?’ Perhaps his injuries caused him to be in a daze. Memories of his life with his mother and the car

floor made him adapt to the pain he was feeling. He felt marginally better than when he had just woken up. He sat up when he heard the noise. His eyes turned to the door. Norton

expect you to be

a 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

a word, he