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.

tired of waiting. Taking the baseball bat from his companion’s hand, he moved his foot and said, “You’re right. He’s not

finished speaking, the man

was just so

resisting for quite some time, his body seemed

fight back, the men

him eight more

knew that he could no longer keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried.

vague figure of a woman in a floral dress. She had short hair and was

appeared on his lips as he gazed at

his body made it hard for him to breathe. It felt as though his

his hand to wipe the corner of his lips. He wanted to know where he

never once dreamt of her. He thought that he

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

 A moment later, he laid himself down again and closed his eyes. He knew very well that escaping was impossible. He had no idea when the

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

It was, undoubtedly, uncomfortable. Staring at the ceiling, he saw spider webs gather around the corners of the building. He couldn’t

to be in a daze. Memories of his life with his mother and the car accident played

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 had changed his clothes.

you to

man fetched a stool for Norton to sit down. There was only a few steps separating him and Victor. With sharp eyes, Victor stared at

Before Victor could even say a word, he heard the sound of a