The Difference Between Us

{58} A sense of betrayal

There are physical abuse themes in this chapter. If you feel disturbed by abuse themes and mentions of murder, it is advisable to skip this chapter.

L O G A N

I was blindfolded so I did not really have any idea of where I was. All I could feel was the loud thrumming of my heart and the anxiety pooling in my chest. It almost made me panic but I knew I had to be strong if I wanted to get any answers from this man.

The fact that he didn't notice the pen hanging from my collar behind my shirt was nothing short of a miracle but I knew I had to be very careful from now on. Father, no, Maru was mad. Saying that he is mad is a serious understatement, he is livid. I could only hope that his anger would drag his attention away from my shirt so he would not notice the pen.

We finally came to a stop and I was yanked harshly by my hair out of the vehicle that brought us here. With rough hands, I was dragged down series of stairs until I was tossed harshly and I hit a wall. How strong is this man exactly?

A low chuckle was heard, it was dark and evil. The chuckle progressed darkly and loudly until it reached what you would call a maniacal laugh, the type of laughter only psychopaths laughed and I hated to admit that it sent chills down my body. Suddenly the blindfold was ripped open. The place I was at was dark and just dimly lit so it was easy on my eyes, the sight of Maru wasn't so appeasing though.

"I have to hand it to you son," I visibly flinched at that last word. "You managed to evade me for this long and got a good deal of people on your side. This ordeal would've ended a long time ago if Rikki tan or that little girlfriend of yours did their jobs right."

"What do you mean?" I bit out harshly but got a sharp slap as an answer. I winced but I never looked away. Daring him to do it again, I looked into his eyes and asked him again making sure to remind him of our deal this time. "We agreed on a deal, I give you the dragon sannin in exchange for answers to my questions and that you keep away from my friends. Now, what did you mean by what you said earlier?"

The smile that curved his lips was unsettling and reeked of pure evil. "Several years away from me has made you to forget how I work, hasn't it?" He asked sarcastically as he walked away from me. While his back was turned, I quickly removed the pen from my collar and placed it behind me just in time to hide it before he turned around. Despite the darkness of the place, I could make out the outlined of the item in his hand.

My eyes widened and my heart raced as I recognized the item that constituted most of my childhood trauma, an iron rod. Several images of myself cowering in a corner and trying desperately to back away from the iron rod that inflicted so much pain on my body flashed though my mind within seconds. Angry gashes littered my small body and blood gushed freely out of the lacerations as I begged desperately for him to spare me but he never did.

"I am pissed, really pissed. You fucking piece of trash actually had the guts to order me around." His dark voice muttered. A clank resounded in the room as it collided with the wall next to me. "On your feet." He commanded. Weakly, I rose to my feet and carefully kicked the pen away. My heart hammered within my ribcage as he ordered me to remove my shirt.

As soon as I dropped the shirt in the floor, a slash landed on my back. I hissed as fire danced through my skin. "Count." He ordered grimly.

"One." I obeyed. I heard the motion of the rod winging and hissed as another hit landed on my back. "two." He swung and hit the same place he hit previously, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. "three." I counted. He hit over and over again on the same spot until I felt a warm liquid flowing down my back. "F-fifteen." I gritted.