[Trigger Warning: Blood and Gore, Extreme torture and abuse. Please read at your own discretion.]
"But you're crying." Bradley grinned. "You're crying without my permission."
Samuel shook his head frustratingly, not being able to stop even a single one of his tears. They uncontrollably fell down his cheeks like a shower, and the pain slowly grew on his back.
His hairline ached from Bradley's tight grip on his hair. The child whimpered in frustration, subjugated by the devil.
"Stop crying this instant. I'll give you 3 seconds to collect yourself." Bradley ordered, tightening his grip on the child's hair.
Samuel stopped breathing. It was the least he could do to try to stop crying. Bradley sternly stared him down until each tear on his cheek dried down.
