MasukA group of young men about the age of 20 to 28 could be seen, deep inside the forest in a certain town that happened to be the one the kidnappers brought Nathan.They were clad in black pants with their upper body out in the open, gracing the eyes' reach with some juicy abs.The scene would have been perfect if there was a camera set and girls fangirling, but it's the opposite.It was horrifying, as they exchanged blows with each other. The sound of grunting and teeth gnashing could be heard, same as the collision of fists against flesh.
The men stared at the little boy that had stopped asking them to let him go.He had both his palm pressed together and tucked in between his thighs, with tears streaming down his face softly.He was sandwiched in between the 2 guys sitting at the back and holding a gun.He knew that gun wasn't good. He had seen how this same black thing was fired at his driver, who was also more like his bodyguard and he died.He died like those characters in the cartoon he watched and will never show up again, just like the cartoon ends without
His face contorted into a frown as he watched him waved his hands in front of him, "we promised Chris to play together. We shouldn't leave him waiting." He heard his twin brother who had gotten so thin overnight, said to him with a soft smile.Nathan stared at his mother who gave him a sweet smile as well.They were seven years of age with the same appearance. The only thing that the family could use to differentiate them, was their hair color.Nathan has blonde hair, while Ethan's own was pitch black.Nathan was dressed up for school and was confused as to why his brother didn't join him.