Post by Chocolate on Feb 26, 2011 22:19:32 GMT
"You should have never left." The boss told Tyson, who was tied up, on his knees, almost as if he was begging for forgiveness from the boss. "I wanted to get my daughter back." Tyson whispered, looking at the ground, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. Tyson's were cold, icy cold with sadness and grief. He had left, only to be dragged right back.
"You know the punishment, you're lucky I caught up with you... Who knows what goes on out there." The boss said, almost thoughtfully. "Kindness goes out there! At least some kindness," Tyson said, looking up. "Lies! Lies! They lied to you! What did I tell you?"
"Only trust your boss.." Tyson muttered, hanging his head once again. "You know I don't want to do this to you, You're like my son Tyson, look at me." Tyson looked at him. "No father would do this...Not a real one." Tyson spat at the boss. He became angry standing up from his chair. "A disobedient son needs to be taught a lesson!" He said, almost growling. "But what if the son was right?" Tyson replied, trying to break the chains that wrapped around his wrists. "The son, is never right. Boys," He gestured for the two large men to come over. "He's all yours, keep him alive ,but barely..." With that the Boss left, leaving the two men with there prize.
Tyson glared up at them, as they slowly came onto him, punching him, scratching him, almost ripping him to shreds. They gave him a black eye, left bruises wherever they touched. After 30 minutes it all ended... the two guys left Tyson alone in the darkness, leaving him in a puddle of his own blood.
Tyson slowly rose to his feet, barely able to stand up. He leaned against the door, for support as he looked out of it, at the club, at all the living souls, wasting there lives away. A sigh escaped his lips as he fell to his knees, out cold.