My back slammed hard against the hard concrete wall and a huge fist jibed with my face causing my glasses to fall and shatter into a million pieces. I fell on my hands and someone kicked my back hard enough to make me kiss the ground. From the corner of my eye, I could see the monster towering over me, the creature that brought me into this forsaken place, beating the crap out of me.
I didn't know where I was, but it looked like a warehouse from the inside. It was filled with boxes with printed logos I've never seen before. The room was a little dark with only a single bulb illuminating the whole room.
There were around eight guys inside the warehouse and I could name them, in fact, I graduated from high school with these assholes. I know all of them and most of them seems drunk, I could hear them slurring their words and the scent of beer was surrounding the area. They were gathered in a wooden, circular, table, drinking some beer, except for one. Bronze, a really tall guy with biceps as wide as my head was beating the crap out of me with glee.
"Hey, Bronze!" A guy shouted, raising his bottle up high. "Are you done yet? Why don't you have fun with us and have some beer?"
Bronze wiped his forehead with his arms and turned around to face them. "I'll get beer when I want beer!" He yelled and walked towards me.
I wish he'd kill me already, because immediate death is preferable than to be tortured slowly. I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve to be made as a human punching bag. What did I ever do to these people or to Bronze? What have I ever done to piss them off? I wanted to ask, to question them and yell at their faces, but the air in my lungs have been forced out of my lungs when a foot stepped hard on my back, pushing my stomach and lungs hard to the ground.
I could almost picture myself. My cheeks, swollen, and my jeans are torn, showing the bleeding wounds with piercing glass on my skin. My legs were covered in dripping blood and I could hardly feel my fingers against the hard floor.
"Bronze," I managed to wheeze out.
Bronze knelt beside me. I let out a small yelp when he jerked my face up so I could face him, but my eyes weren't on him. Instead, my eyes flew into a pair of what seemed like magical ones.
His blond hair was disheveled and sticking out to all directions. His eyes, even in the depth of darkness shown the color of deep, electrifying blue and those deep, electrifying blue eyes were fixed on mine. He was standing in the corner of piled up boxes, staring at me while I was held captive by a monster.
"Look at me!" Bronze demanded, his fingers tightening on my face.
I was too shaken to ever think properly anymore and my vision began to dim. All I remembered was that there were black smoke everywhere and a guy came bursting through the sealed tight windows. Everything and everybody inside was in a big racket, everybody except Mr. Blue eyes. As odd as it all were, he was still looking at me despite the commotion. Finally, my eyes began to close and all I could see was white.
