[Trigger Warning: Torture and Abuse. Read at your own discretion.]
"Will you do that, Samuel?" A monotone voice talked to the child's soul. "Will you wait just a little longer? Just a little longer? You're turning 10 tomorrow. Just wait a little long-"
Waking up with a gasp, the child's head rang with extreme pain as he quickly grabbed his head in his hands and grunted in pain.
"What?" Bradley's stern voice emerged from his right.
"It was a panic attack." Dr. Billy's voice followed up.
"Fuck this!" Something slapped against the floor, probably a file of reports, as Bradley exclaimed in anger while walking towards the child.
The Lieutenant General grabbed the child's wrist and pulled it away from his face, making him whimper in fear. The child closed his eyes tightly as tears rolled down. That only infuriated Bradley as he tightened his grip on the child's wrist, making him scream in pain.
