Bastard || クソ野郎

Chapter || 11

I hid under the covers like a child. I shivering in fear, and desperation. How could those people do this to me? How could they do this to me?...That's when the door slammed open, and a pair of feet stomped towards me, and pulled the covers off from over my head. Exposing my pitiful self. He pulled me by my hair, as they dragged me outta the bed, and then dragging me downstairs to the dinner table. It was the same guy who hit me with the pole that night. He tried to chain my arms first.

That's when I snatched the fork that was displayed on the table, and stabbed him on his arm. He screamed in pain as I then picked up the wine bottle and smashed it onto his head. A dark shade of red spilling from his, and onto the floor as the wine spilled on the floor too. I was still in this damn white t-shirt, and had on my boxers. "Tch!" I bit my tongue as I had no socks, nor shoes. Which meant I ran onto the wooden floor covered in glass.

My feet stung as they cried out in pain. I could taste the blood inside my mouth. There were so many rooms...GOD DAMMIT! Why's he have to change the location from a simply rotten house, to a fuck'in mansion!!!!! I ran as I was in the dining room, saw that across was the door to openly arms of heaven and freedom. That's when I heard a crowd of stomping from above my head where the stairs were. So many above...shit! Not again!! Worst of all. The only difference was, he was there this time.

That son of a bitch Ray smirked, while laughing his ass off at me while clapping his hands together with a gun in his hands. He started to walk down the stairs. Eyeing and circling me around. I was beginning to feel nervous as I clutched my first together and bit my tongue once again. "I'm not gonna lie, trying to escape me a second time sure was hilarious man! You sure got guts, but a rotten move." He said as his tone became serious.

"Look at me." He coldly demanded. And so, I did. And when I did. He punched me across the jaw with the back of the pistol. I fell as I lied there, touching my bruise. It was bleeding. He then pointed the gun at me. "Listen to me you son of a bitch. I'm a very powerful man. I'm the gang leader of a mafia, and my cousin is a CEO. I've been letting your actions slide way to many fuck'in time. I'm done playing nice with you. It's time that your actions had consequences to them you fuck'in brat!" He said as he glared down at me. He then pulled the trigger and shot at me.

He missed.

"The next time. I won't miss. Got that?"

"...Yes Sir."

"That's yes master to you!"

"Yes...master..."

He squatted down as he met my gaze and smirked at me. He placed his hand u dear my chin as he kissed my forehead. "Bout time I put you in your place. No dinner for you. You 3." He said as he pointed at 3 of his gang members and then looking at at me. "Don't put him in the room. Put him in the basement in a cage. He's gonna be punished until he learns his place and who's superior."

And so. That's what they did. I could barely position myself inside the cage, that's how small it was. The cold metal bars were digging into my skin harshly. My feet could feel the pressure of the tightness as I could feel the cold floor from underneath. The temperature in the room was dropping. I exhaled as I could see my own breath. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes shut. Glued to the closed-shut feeling.

I wanted to scream so loud. I didn't care if I'd get in trouble. But I felt so fuck'in weak. I wanted to punch, and kick the cage like a wild beast. My licked my lips. My stomach grumbled in pain. My hands were cold to the touch. I was naked with just my boxers, and a very thin shirt that hugged my body. It still wasn't enough. My mouth was dry from dehydration. I could feel my feet, and hands going numb from aching pain.

My back was beginning to hurt from how uncomfortable I was in this position. I'm not sure how I'll make it out alive.