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Peter's pov

I woke up in this dark room, the same room that I have been staying in for 3 days now. I realized my arms still above my head chained to the ceiling. My whole body hurts. I feel so sore, my blood everywhere. I look miserable. I had bruises all over my face, on my arms, my legs, scratches on my back and the color of my wrist turned dark blue from the rope. I feel dizzy too.

Next thing I knew I heard the door was opened and the light was turned on. I looked around the room, it was painted gray without windows. There were metallic tables with things on them used to torment. They haven’t used  them on me yet.

" Finally, you wake up. I was so bored so I want to play." My torturer's voice filled my ears with his stupid grin. his perfect body and his shiny blue eyes

" Play in another fucking place bitch. "

" haha, that's awesome." He winked to someone

That man came with a big stole and poured icy water on me. Oh I feel so cold so I shivered and jerked from my place. I was surprised that I'm not wrapped.

" Sir?"

" Get out." The blue-eyed said sternly

The man got out without a word ahead

" Let's see if he can challenge me." He said smirking

" Ohh really so you are dead." I said with a lot of confidence

I'm really good at fistfighting. I hope that my body will help me

We grinned at each other. I leaped forward, charging my enemy. Unprepared, the man recoiled from a punch to his jaw with a wince. He touched his jaw and smiled at me

" Nice one, son of bitch."

" It's like what your father said the last time I saw him but about you."

He got up with a rage of anger filled his eyes. I prepared to strike my assailant in the groin with a balled fist. He grabbed my arm and twisted as I swung. I recoiled in pain but got over it. I grabbed his legs and pulled him down onto the concrete. His head slammed against the sidewalk.

He elbowed me on my neck, I lost balance then he kicked me on my stomach. I got on my feet and I tried to hit him when he easily caught my hand and aimed a punch to my nose. when his fist hit the bridge of my nose, my blood splattered all over the ground.

He grabbed my head, his fingers digging into my scalp, and lifted me until I'm dangling on the tips of my toes. He slammed his hand into my ribs and I winced. The pain ripples across my chest

" Don't dare you to talk about my father, trash, I was so gentle I guess."

I smiled at him and he threw me, I winced ohh my body. I heard him unbuckle his belt and folded on two ohh no... Not the belt!

I looked at him, my eyes narrowed with fear. He started landing his belt everywhere, whip after whip, none stop. I tried to bear them but he hit so harsh better than his men

" ohh, please please stop."

" Why? What will I take in return?" He asked giving me another swat

" Ohh I don't know. Ow! Choose." I said under the torture

I won't give him a shit, I'm just fooling him so he can end this torture.

" Who sent you?"

Swat!

" T-The B-Blackstone. Stop please." I said in a scared tone

" Why?"

" To... K-kill you, I s-swear I'm not a killer, they threatened me by my mother."

" I don't give a fuck."

SWAT

" AHH, please please stop .. I'll be your slave if you want but stop."

Just let me get out of here, I will make you regret every hit.

Swat

" Hhh so good, how did you know my father?"

" I don't know him."

Swat

" So stupid to lie to me."

" I- I swear I d-don't k-know him t-they told me when I kill you I n-need to say something about your father. I swear that's a-all." I stuttered trying to catch my breath and talk under his hits

" I don't know why I can't believe you." He said with so calm and dark tone

He looked at his men and winked at them

" No, please . Don't leave me here, I want to help my mother."

" Shut the fuck up."

" You are a bastard. Do you like to be threatened by your mother? Do you like to make you do things you don't like to? Do you like to get tortured? I can say that your father was disappointed in you, especially that you didn't find your brother."

" Shut your hole." He yelled, getting his belt up

" No, I'm sorry."

He threw it and smirked, " I think this is better." He grabbed a gun from his back and pulled in front of me aiming at my face.

I was so weak to move or to do anything, I felt cold. I looked at him with pleading eyes, " I'm sorry, just a chance please."

I don't want to die before saving mom! God, save me from here!

I saw darkness filled his eyes that the only thing will satisfy him is the blood

He was pressing the trigger. " Say bye to your life, trash." He chuckled like a freak

There is no escape now! God, protect my mother!

The door was opened by a woman. She was beautiful with a worried expression on her face.

" Put the gun down, Cole."

" I will kill this dick."

" No, you can't, Cole."

" Who is the boss here? Get out or I'll shoot you too." He looked at me and strengthen his grip with a firm look on his face while she was getting enough of his shit

I'm dying... It's over!

She stood in front of me and yelled," He is your brother."

This sentence landed like a bomb to our ears. He looked at her with a non-believing look. Out of anger, he glanced at me and pressed the trigger many times in the air.

While the sound of the gunfire filled the cell. I looked at them relieved... I'm alive, I'm gonna see my mother again then my eyelids weakened and I blacked out.

To be continued...

New story. New characters.

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