Peter's pov
I woke up in this dark room the same room that I have been staying in for 3 days now. all my body hurting me, I feel so sore, my blood everywhere. I look miserable, bruises all over my face on my arm, my leg. Scratches on my back, the color of my wrist turned dark blue from the rope.
" Finally, you wake up. I was so bored so I want to play." my torturer's voice filled my ears with his stupid grin. his perfect body and his shiny Bleu eyes
" Play in another fucking place bitch. "
" haha, that's awesome. " He winked to someone and that man came with a big stole and poured icy water on me oh I feel so cold so I jumped from my place I got surprised that I'm not wrapped
" Sir !?"
" Get out ." The blue-eyed said sternly
The man got out
" Let's see if he can challenge me ." He said smirking
" Ohh really so you are dead," I said with a lot of confidence... I'm really good at a fistfight
I hope that my body will help me
We grin at each other, Suddenly, I leaped forward, charging my enemy. Unprepared, the man recoiled from a punch to his jaw with a wince. He touched his jaw and smiled at me
" Nice one son of bitch ."
" It's like what your father said the last time I saw him but about you ."
He get up with a rage of anger filled his eyes I prepared to strike my assailant in the groin with a balled fist; he grabbed my arm and twisted as I swung. I recoiled in pain but got over it. I grabbed his legs and pulled him down onto the concrete. His head slammed against the sidewalk.
He elbowed me on my neck, I lost balance then he kicked me on my stomach, I get on my feet and I tried to hit him when he easily caught my hand a ndaimed a punch to my nose. His fist hit the bridge of my nose. My blood splattered all over the ground.
He grabbed my head, his fingers digging into my scalp, and lifts me until I'm dangling on the tips of my toes. he slammed his hand into my ribs and I winced. The pain ripples across my chest
" Don't dare and talk about my father trash, I was so gentle ."
I smiled at him and he threw me, I winced ohh my body
I heard him unbuckle his belt and folded on two ohh no ... Not the belt
I looked at him, my eyes narrowed
Swat ×30 I tried to bear them but he hit so harsh better than his men
" ohh, please please stop ."
" Why? What's I will take in return ?" He asked giving me another swat
" Ohh I don't know. ow, Choose ." I said under the torture
" Who sent you ?"
Swat
" T-The B-Blackstone. Stop please ." I said in a scared tone
" Why ?"
" To .. k-kill you, I s-swear I'm not a killer they threatened me by my mother ."
" I don't give a fuck ."
SWAT
" AHH, please please stop .. I'll be your slave if you want but stop ."
Swat
" Hhh so good, how did you know my father ?"
" I don't know him ." Swat × 5
" So stupid to lie to me ."
" I- I swear I d-don't k-know him t- They told me when I kill you I n-need to say something about your father. I swear it's a-all ." I stuttered trying to catch my breath and talk under his hits
" I don't know why I can't believe you ." He said with so calm and dark tone
He looked at his men and winked at them
" No, please . Don't leave me here, I want to help my mother ."
" Shut the fuck up ."
" You are a bastard. Do you like to threaten you by your mother? Do you like to make you do things you don't like to? Do you like to get tortured? I can say that your father was disappointed in you even your brother you didn't find him. "
" Shut your hole ." He yelled getting his belt up
" No, I'm sorry ."
He threw it and smirked, " I think this is better ." He grabbed a gun from his back and pulled in front of me aiming at my face
I was so weak to move or to do anything, I feel cold too that froze my reflection... I looked at him with pleading eyes " I'm sorry, just a chance please ."
I saw darkness filled his eyes that the only thing will satisfy him is the blood
He was pressing the target
" Say bye to your life, trash ."
And the door opened, it's a beautiful woman with a worried expression on her face.
" Put the gun down, Cole ."
" I will kill this dick ."
" No, you can't Cole ."
" Who is the boss here? get out or I'll shoot you too ." He looked at me and strengthen his grip with a firm look on his face
I'm dying ... It's over
" He is your brother ." She yelled
This sentence filled the room, he looked at her with an unbelieving look
He presses the target many times in the air
I looked at them with a relieving feeling crossed my body, I fainted
To be continued ...