Prolouge-
Emor's P.O.V
Seventy-eight.
Seventy-eight days.
Seventy-eight days with little to no water.
Seventy-eight days of being beaten within an inch of my life.
Seventy-eight days with absolutely no idea of why I was taken.
I tried moving, but didn't get far considering my arms and legs were chained to metal poles that were in the room. I could feel the broken and bruised bones all throughout my body.
Feel the caked dirt and grim coating my body. The open wounds that covered my legs, arms and face drip blood.
I heard the click of the lock on the door and felt and saw the light from up stairs as it filtered through the cracks of the door opening.
I knew HE was here to play, he always was.
"What do you want?" I asked through cracked lips in a hoarse voice.
It was the same question that I asked each and everyday since I was brought to this hell. And I always got the same answer.
A harsh chuckle and "Your kind to be demolished!" the man would say.
I never saw his or anyone else's face. But I could remember that voice cold, menacing, emotionless, soulless.
"Do you mean my race?" I asked and was only met with silence.
"What! What is it!?" I yelled out.
But he ignored me and started the torture.
The thundering hits and kicks would go on for a while before he would stop, but only to get the knife to cut my body.
I never cried that only seemed to excite him more. I was numb to the pain, only hoping someone would come for me. Hoped someone rescued me before my body let go, because I was hanging on by a thread.
A very thin thread that could be broken by the simplest touch.
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Mason (Emor's father) P.O.V
I didn't know what to do. My son was missing and it was all my fault because I couldn't keep him safe.
"Fuck!" I cursed sending my desk files flying.
My wife, Monica, rushed up the stairs to see what was wrong.
"Honey, what's going on?" she said in worry.
My wife had always been soft, sensitive and compassionate in all of her fifty years. She was petite with mocha colored skin and hazel eyes along with long wavy dark brown hair.
"Baby" I sighed "I think we need to call them."
I saw as she froze knowing what I was saying and who I was talking about.
"Are you sure?" she whispered.
"Yeah I am" I said nodding "It's been almost four months since Emor was taken."
Pain flashed across her face as tears filled her eyes. I knew this was tearing her up inside almost as much as me and she was holding onto the little hope of Emor returning.
"Okay" she said before turning and going back downstairs.
With a groan I flipped through the papers. Once I found what I was looking for I dialed and let it ring.
"Hello this is Mason Lopez, can I speak to Ashton or Gabriel Greyson?"
