There's a Man in the Woods. (MxM)

Prequel.

"Who do you think you are, you fucking paracite?" He asked calmly as he twirled the knife in his hands. The man glowered and tried to stand up,forgetting the chains tied him to the ground. The chains pulled him down, he fell down with a scream, his wound on his stomach started flowing with blood.

He looked up at the man and glared at him. "Your a fucking cowa-" He begins, interrupting him he said,"Cut the bullshit. Me? A coward? You ran away. You left your wife to die. You took me and you thought you could raise me and manipulate me."

He slaps him, the chains rattling at the force.
"I helped you. I gave you food. I gave you shelt-" He slapped the man again. "You needed to do that. You abused me, you fucking worthless bitch. You trained me as if we were at war. I needed a father, not a Sargeant."

"Untie me Nathaniel." The chains rattling again as the man tries to stand up. "Untie you?", He crouches and pulled the chains that was connected to the old man's feet, the man groaned in pain.

"You come here, you tell me what to do, and yet after everything you've done and know, you think you can get away? That's so funny, my dear father." He chuckles dryly, laughing at his own joke. He shook the chains again and the man whimpered in pain. He throws it aggressively on the floor and stood up. The man turns around and walks slowly towards the table.

He scans the table picking up tongs, he lifted it in the air and slowly turns it in his hands. He smiles and turns to the coward on the ground. "I didn't think you would be stupid enough to come here. You fell for your own trap."

"Please- please son. F-forgive me. I know what I did w-was wrong but-" The slap echoes into the dim room. "But what? You want to live and yet you aren't even trying to beg? You should try harder father. You aren't doing such a great job."

He crouches again, looking his father in the eyes. The old man's muscles started to fail from the tea they drank earlier. "Would you love to feel how I felt?" He took the old man's shriveled up hand and lifts up the tongs, securing it under the nail and pulls.

The man started screaming in pain. Blood started dripping on the ground. "How do you feel?  Panicked? Useless? Tired? Tell me."

He chuckles.

"You maniac-" He gripped the finger, that was without a nail, under the tong. He screamed again. The blood drips off the tong and onto his hand.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Funny you should say that."

He laughs.

"You made me like this, don't you remember?"