Ephemeral: Love, Pleasure and Hidden Pains

Fourteen

Heavy breathing and a beating was nonstop, he could not remember how many days he had been trapped inside this warehouse. The cement was rough, he was laying on his sides. The man who was beating him was wearing a mask, he could not make out his face. Did he know the man?

Mile could not see his father anywhere, he was scared, it was the first time he was alone without any guardian. His mother also nowhere to be seen. He knew the last time he was perfectly sober from the pain was on his birthday. His father wanted to celebrate with his co-workers that Mile's love to plastering with during their work hours. All of them were fond of him, they wanted to celebrate and brought the green cake for him. They were on their way home when the car took a turn in the other direction. His father driver's drive above limits into a road that Mile has never seen. It was as dark.

The beating on his body continues, it hurts badly. The kick landed on his legs and back. Mile remember his mother told him if someone beat him, he should protect his head, it was all he did. But she fails to tell him that it also hurt when they beat the other body part

The other man who had a stench breath, grab him by the hair, slap him on the face. Mile felt his body started to become heavy. It hurt so much that all he wanted was to sleep. To make the pain go away.

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The black eyes see the surroundings, Mile had called for him again, there were four mens inhaling the cigarette while laughing at a stupid joke. He slowly sat up despite the pain on his back and abdomen, slowly lifting his hands, the wrist was now tied with rough rope, it digging on the tiny pale wrist. The lack of oxygen flow into the tiny finger hand makes it red and almost swollen.

"Loose the rope," he mumbled, the tiny voice scratchy due to the shout. The men stop their useless chat immediately, eyes on the boy who was looking straight at them. The black eyes lasering onto their faces, it was not scary with how intense the eyes.

One of the men chuckled, he walked to him and grabbed a handful of his hair, it stings but his eyes did not waver, looking straight into the perpetrator's eyes. "Huh, why would we care?," he said, mocking, hand tightening as he felt threatened by the young kid.

Kinn chuckled, "You have to care," he said, eyes scanning the face, "You actually care," he chuckled, eyes never leaving, mind calculating. The men in front of him are not the boss, they're just the minions. The look of their eyes waver too much, they're under someone else's authority. "Loose the rope," he said again, more firmly.

The man hand started to loose a little, like he contemplating something, "No," he said again. Stupidly shown his vulnerability in the small voice.

"You can get more money if my mother knew I am safe. This rope tightened my hands so much, blood could not flow into the finger freely. You might have to cut my hand if its tissue cell starts necrosis. I might also die in your care," he stated slowly, looking straight into the man's eyes, "Your boss might kill you–," before he could end the sentence, another man with a bald head cut the rope. He looks scares. The other started to get angry and arguing.

He looks at his free hands, blood started to flow into the cramps fingers, he looks at the man arguing, and his eyes travel to the knife left on the floor. With a swift of a movement he grabs the knife and pin the man who hold his hair earlier. The tumble was sudden, the man fall into his back as he sat on the man chest. Knife just above the heart, slowly pierce onto the flesh. Blood was blocked by the knife, before he pulled it out. Blood spurted out of the main artery into his tiny pale face and small body. The man underneath started to writhe and eyes rolled to the back of his head. The shout and stunned men visible on the corner of his heart. Once again, Kinn embedded the knife into the chest, before one of the men pulled his arms and threw him across the room. The other man was too stunned to move except the man who held his hair earlier.