✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧
When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely ov...
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| Chapter 21 | Control
BLOOD, BLOOD AND you guessed it, more blood.
Hayden's fists pound into a the traitors limp body that hangs from the ceiling as if it were a punching bag.
The asshole had long since fallen unconscious but the blows continued as Hayden took his anger out on the man.
If it were any other man, I would honestly debate feeling sorry for the poor bastard, but this isn't any other man, and I feel absolutely no sympathy as I stare at his beaten body.
"We should get him in the chair. He'll be up soon at this rate."
Hayden hauls the asshole up by his tied arms before depositing him into the chair. I grab the nearest knife and cut through the ties holding his hands back before re-tying him with new top to the arms of the chair.
Low grunts signal him slowly coming through.
Not fast enough for Hayden.
I watch as he stalks over to the corner of the room and picks up the rusted bucket we had prepared earlier.
The salted water sloshes as he advances on the limp man. This is sure to wake him from him peaceful sleep, once the salt gets into his open wounds. The scream he lets out is music to my ears.
He wiggles in his restraints and I laugh at his attempts to get free.
"Wh-what the fuck wa-was that?!" His panicked voice asks as his eyes widen.
"You are in no position to be asking questions," Hayden walks over to the corner of the room before pulling out a metal chair, letting the legs scrape against the floor as he goes "but if you must know, it was salt water. It's perfect for deep wounds like yours."
