PROLOGUE
June 13, 2057. 10:37PM
Flesh hitting flesh, muffled cries of agony, fire cracking. Fire lit up the concrete room in a dull, soft glow. Blood pooled beneath a wooden chair. Dark red and fresh, the smell of iron heavy in the room. Wild amber eyes locked onto wide, panicked green ones. The panicking man’s face was covered in blood and dark purple spots. The amber eyed figure walked to a table. Gleaming tools sat on it, screwdrivers, knives, steel rods, and more. “You touched what is mine.” He said, like he was explaining something obvious. Grabbing one of the steel rods. He turned to the nearby fire, placing the rod inside its burning flames. Muted screaming came from behind. The man turned and grabbed the gag in the other male's mouth, yanking it free. “Please! I’m sorry! I’ll never speak to him again! I’ll leave, I swear!” He was screaming so loud it could be heard upstairs.
“Daddy? Are you ok?” A little girl’s voice called out. The taller man shoved the gag back into the other's mouth, quieting him once more. The man didn't even turn his head as he called out to the young girl. “Daddy’s fine, sweetheart! Go back to bed.” His voice softened, warm like honey. He turned again, looking at the bright flames. “Now. Where were we?” He said as he walked closer, the green eyed man realized what was coming. Screaming once more, trying to get away but it was useless. The rope dug into his skin, drawing warm blood. Dripping down to join the puddle below.
Grabbing the steel rod, the metal warm against his palm. The man pulled it from the flames revealing red hot metal. Walking toward the tied up man, a dark stain spread across his pants. Grabbing a fistful of hair, forcing his head up to the point of straining his neck. Then he started pressing the searing metal onto the green eyed man’s right eye. A primal, choked scream tore free from his throat, blood sizzling and bubbling. “Yes. Cry just like you made him cry.” He smiled, his teeth showing. The smell of burning flesh hung in the air. He pulled away, then pressed it down again, this time on his leg. Again and again, until even through the gag, he could be heard begging for death.
“He trusts too easily.”