Ying Mao tightly cupped his ears close. The screams... were so loud...
Tears filled his eyes but he refused to cry. 'Crying was for the weak.'
"I want my mommy... I want my mommy…" he rolled up into a ball. "I'm scared… I don't want to be here... please... someone help me…" he mumbled ever so softly.
no one comforted him.
If he was in his home his mum would have run and hugged him his dad would have lifted him over his shoulders and kissed his cheeks.
But now he was all alone.
No one to comfort his fears.
The door banged open and the masked man entered with a grunt, "This runt was fucking loud. You think someone heard this?"
"Nah we are too far off from the city," the other kidnapper said from out of the room.
The man ruthlessly dropped the young boy down with a grunt. "Send the video to them. Let's see how they react to this."
Ying shrunk into a small ball defensively.
The masked man gazed his way and laughed. "You see him, you will become like him if you try to run away,"
Ying nodded fearfully.
"Good boy~" the man laughed coldly and left banging the door shut.
Ying took a deep breath. 'He... is he alive...' his tear-filled gaze fell on the young boy on the ground.
Jua Hasin, their family's servant had been with him since the moment he was born. Even thought he was sometime rude he never hurt anyone.
'Then why did he do this to me…'
They both were kidnapped on the way to school. The moment they were taken the young boy had smiled. He actually smiled happy that they were getting kidnapped.
Only after that did Ying learn the truth.
Jua Hasin had a hand in this scheme. He had been planning with the kidnappers for a long to extort money from his family. but the other two turned against him and locked him up alongside him.
The young man had cried and begged but the other two did not bother,
soon he fell asleep.
Ying Mao saw a subtle movement in the corner of his eyes. vigilantly he looked onward.
Jua crawled to the corner of the room weakly. His right arm hung awkwardly and loosely as he moved and so was his left leg.
Ying felt his heart stop. 'They .... they broke his arms and legs… they… how could they do such a thing…'
Even now he was able to hear his screams of pain that echoed in the small room. It was too gruesome.
Trembling he gazed at Jua. This man might have betrayed him but he didn't deserve to be tortured like this.
He silently stepped close. With each step he cautiously looked at his face. 'he is unconscious... why do I need to worry about...'
Jua Hasin's whole body was covered in sweat and was trembling violently. His pale mouth mumbled inaudible stuff.
The man looked like he was on his deathbed.
His heart trembles at that sight.
'They hurt him so much.'
He softly dropped that coat over his trembling body. 'He won't die right?'
If this treacherous man died then he would be left all alone... all alone in a small dingy room.
Ying sat down hugging his knees. "I want to go home… I want to see my brother."
A trembling hand gently touched his head. "Safe… its safe..." Jua mumbled softly.
Feeling the warmth of his palm Ying could not hold it in any longer. He wailed loudly. "Don't die! I don't want to…" he hugged his arm. "don't die…"
The servant did not respond. Only his soft warm breath indicated that he was alive
Ying Mao lay down next to him, hugging his intact arm. "I'll keep you warm. this is all I can do... you... you better not die… please… I hate being alone. I hate it." he begged whilst sobbing softly.
The young man's hands gently wiped his tears away. "Fear not... I'm here."
These four words were all he needed to hear.
Ying moa finally let loose and fell into a dreamless sleep