Warning:
This story contain some intense topics as child's abuse, violence, psychopathic behavior etc. If you are uncomfortable reading this leave the story.
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Prologue
The person in the black attire was tying up a barely conscious boy on a chair with ropes.
The boy was naked. He was breathing heavily as if it was hard for him to breath. He was in a lot of pain. His whole body was covered in cuts and bruises. The boy tried to thrash around, but his body had no strength left. He was slowly drifting to nothingness. With what little strength left in his body; the boy tried last time, "p- please l-lett me g-go" his breathing ragged, yet he still managed to utter some words, but he got no response.
The person in black didn't pay any attention to the pleading boy. He continued his act. After tying the boy he took out a razor and began to shave the boy's head. He was shaving the boy's head like an expert. After finishing, he took the hair and put them in a red silk pouch with golden embroidery on it and went towards the door leaving the poor boy.
The boy tried his best to stop his oppressor, but he was helpless. By now, he knew that no one is coming to save him, his eyes were slowly losing light, he was losing hope, fading in the dark, somehow he managed to say his last words, "we w-were f-friends...... why?" then he stopped, eyes fixed on the person in front of him, who looked at him with an unfathomable emotion.
"You should have not been a bad boy, a bad boy always get punishment," he said voice holding lot of malice, " But resent not my friend, I will always remember you", he said while bringing the pouch in front of the boy's eyes.
"You are going to be a nice addition to my collection my friend," the black-hooded man said in a surprisingly sweet tone and turn around to leave. He glanced back smiling, then closed the door and left.
The boy's eyes were fixed at the sight in front of him, he was taking his last breaths. His face getting paler and paler. His mind filled with despair and then slowly it all stopped, the heavy breathing, the tears and the slow beating of a dying heart. He was gone.
The beautiful brown eyes kept staring at the closed door until the light in them fade away.
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Legacy (on hold)
Mystery / Thriller"You are going to be a nice addition to my collection my friend." the black hooded person said in a surprisingly sweet tone.. . . . . . . . He was shaving the boy's head like an expert. After finishing he took the hair and put them in a red silk pou...
