My Torn Past

Flashbacks

 Narrative POV

Flashbacks to age 7

A young boy sat in the back seat of a red van. Blackout windows so nobody could see him being driven away towards the forest. The man held in his hand a small blade while turning the wheel, directing the car away from the park where the boy was abducted from. "Do you know what this is?" The man asked waving the blade behind him. "A pocketknife?" The boy questioned. "Correct. Do you know what I will DO to you if you tell anybody about this?"

"No, sir."

"You remain silent about this to your family and friends and teachers, okay? Or else someone is going to get his little thing dragged across their throat and maybe you won't ever get to see them again... deal?"

"Okay."

"Now take your shirt off."

"But I don't—"

"Do it now."

The boy proceeds to take off his shirt and hand it to the man driving the car.

"Now your shoes and socks."

They came off as well, and went directly to the man.

"And now your pants."

He hesitated, but still did as he was told. The man looked back at him and pointed at his underwear. "Last step!" He told the boy in a sing song voice.

"But my mommy says that—"

"Do I look like I give a fuck about what your mommy says Collins? Take off the fucking boxers before I do anything I'll regret."

He takes off his boxers and curls up in the back seat, stark naked."

"Why do I have to take all my clothes off?" The boy questions.

"Because A) I'm the one with a knife B) I told you to C) You obey my commands or suffer the consequences. Make sense?"

He didn't get a reply.

He handed the boy a small white sheet as the car came to a stop at the edge of a forest. "Shall we?" The man asked and the boy covered himself with the sheet as they walked out into the abyss of trees. After all, no one would ever find them there.