An old door creaks open sharply from someone barging in, a thud follows after a sudden burst from his underweight body hitting the floor.
Four heavy footsteps were just enough to secure him in a death grip by his messy raven hair. The man squeezed and roughly pulled.
He winces but doesn't utter a sound. The man's fetid heated, breathe brushes on his forehead as his dagger dense chestnut eyes ferociously search for his.
The moment can be slice with a knife, it is nothing new to him, been pinned this way with such mistreatment. He can anticipate the man's every move before he has the time to even hit.
But today was different something was clicking in the man's eyes, despite his nasty breath from the booze, the boy knows something is off with the man.
He has another game, this was t
