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All my thoughts come to a halt, though, when my twin whispers. Yet it sounds more like a loud shout in my head. “Florian.” He scoots away from me, licking his lips, and repeats this time with more confidence, “Florian is older by ten minutes.”
A gasp echoes in the night, and it takes me a second to realize it came from me as my entire being is consumed by shock.
How could he lie? But more importantly…how can he throw me under the bus like this?
I should scream all those things or announce to these men he’s lying, but the only thing I manage to do is ask, “Why, Frederick?”
He shrugs, avoiding my gaze and rubbing his arms. “Everyone loves me. Including Mom. Losing you will be easier to bear than my death.”
His words hang between us, their hurtful meaning piercing my heart and making it hard for me to breathe because they are not true.
They aren’t!
I’m loved, and our mother is the only one who despises my existence!
“You’re a liar, Frederick,” I whisper and decide to tell them all the truth, but it’s stuck in my throat. No matter my pain, I cannot betray him and cause him harm.
When all of this is over…I will never forgive him for this. Never!
The man clicks his tongue. “Ah, always go for the cowards. Their fear is stronger than any courage could ever be.” He steps back and calls, “Timothy.”
I expect one of the men to come to him, but instead, I hear heavy footsteps coming from above, and in a few seconds, a fourth man enters. “Take Frederick back home.”
He opens the cage and steps forward, grabbing my twin by his neck and dragging him upward to him. “Let’s go, kid.”
“I’m sorry, Florian,” he says, and I just turn away from him, refusing to acknowledge his apology that means nothing. I internally roll into a ball when the door behind them closes, leaving me alone with the three men.
“Finally, we can move to the most interesting part.” I grip my knees and look at the suit man who sits on the chair opposite the cage and turns on the camera, the red light disturbing my vision. “Alex and Peter, you can proceed.”
The two men grin and press my back harder into the wall when Peter picks up a metallic cane and leather belt, the buckle hitting over his knee while Alex just studies me, something odd filling his gaze while he bites his lower lip.
“Tonight, you will learn something, Florian.” He holds my gaze as fear sinks so deep into me, and my heartbeat speeds up even more while I do everything in my power not to show them my emotions. “The Price dynasty might be powerful, but it’s powerless when it comes to their heirs. Tonight, you will learn what hell on earth entails.”
“My dad will find me. My godfather will find me,” I tell him, desperately needing to believe that because I’m so scared.
So, so scared as I’ve never seen someone so cold and evil who hates me just for my family name alone.
His laughter rocks off the walls, only adding to the chills running down my spine in waves and suffocating me to death. “I’m counting on it, Florian. Otherwise, what would have been the point of all this?” More horrible laughter. “Oh, it will kill them both to see the results of my cruelty. They will find you, but they will fail to save you, and that’s a burden they will have to live with for the rest of their lives.”
I’m still processing his words when Peter enters, and my agonizing cry reverberates through the space when he raises the metallic cane and hits me hard with it right in my face, the pain assaulting me from every corner and everything around me while dizziness sweeps over me.
Bile rises in my throat, and I feel the deep need to throw up, but then a kick to my stomach follows. I fall face down on the ground, struggling for breath. “I want him bruised, abused, and scarred. I want him to suffer and beg. I want him to lose all traces of innocence tonight.”
“Say less, boss,” Alex replies, and through my hazy vision, I see him lower his zipper, the sound exceptionally loud and stilling me. “Say fucking less.” With this, he grabs my hair, arching my neck back while hurtful sensations wrap around my scalp. “Let’s start, shall we, Florian?” He looks at Peter. “You can choke him while I do the other thing.”
Peter chuckles, hooking the belt around my neck and twisting it, cutting off my oxygen supply at once. I try to slap him, but it’s no use.
I freeze when I feel Alex ripping off my pants, his hands settling on me, and the need to vomit becomes even stronger.
I struggle in their hold with all my might, wanting to escape them both, but it’s useless. My strength is nothing against theirs, and in a minute, Alex does something to me that slowly kills me from the inside out.
And for the next twenty-four hours, they continue to do hideous things to me, so disgusting in their nature that it slowly strips me of everything while I stay motionless, my throat hoarse from crying and screaming.
While the suit man, who later calls himself Death, orders them over and over again to do something to me while he films me and takes photos, promising to add them to their collection.
Knives. Drills. Hammers.
Hands. Tongues. And…and…I can’t say it.
