[Trigger Warning: Psychological Torture and Abuse. Read at your own discretion.]
"Kill this man!" Bradley ordered the child with a grin.
Samuel paused, shaken and heartbroken. Not again. He didn't want to kill another person just so he could live with more misery.
"Sir!" The soldier dropped to his knees. "My loyalty for you is unmatched, Sir! I shall kill better than this child! My hands will work better than this child!"
Samuel turned his head around a little to look at the man begging for his life. How hard must he work to make it to his current rank, Corporal? He might have a family to feed, goals to achieve, dreams to accomplish, and much more. He was young and ripe.
Samuel, on the other hand, was a boy who had nowhere to go. He had no family whatsoever, no distinct future, no goals, and no dreams either.
If anyone should die, it should be Samuel.
If anyone should live, it should be the soldier.
