The small boy's legs could barely carry him, he was small, frail and sickly but he was still trying to keep up with the man in front of him, who was dragging him along the street.

He was scared, terrified and very much unaware of their current environment. His huge eyes kept darting from left to right trying to understand where they were.

It was very dark out already and this part of town looked deserted, no single soul could be seen out, except for the small boy and the man. All that could be heard were whooshing sounds of the wind and a single paper rolling around in the tarred road in the middle of the street.

The man held the wrist of the small boy and kept dragging him along like a lost doll, until he reached a very old looking, rusty abandoned building that had nothing except for the one single street light that illuminated it.

The man looked around him, from back to front, left to right before his eyes landed on the small boy beside him, he looked at the building and pulled open the rusted door making a very loud screeching sound.

The boy's palms were already sweaty, this wasn't the first time his father would drag him out, most times they'd end up in one of his father's business partner's house, or office, but this time was certainly different.

He'd never dragged him out this late into the night, especially without his mom knowing or even his sister.

The man pulled him into the building, inside was just as bad looking as the outside, the boy scrunched up in his nose in disgust at the smell coming from the building.

It smelled like dirt and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. The inside was just a huge vast space, with no windows, only one door exist.

There was no one inside, just a man sitting in the middle of the huge room, and the other light in the room was illuminating the man on the chair.

The boy again felt himself being dragged further into the room, towards the man on the chair. He didn't like this one bit but he dared not say anything, else he'd get smacked for speaking out of tongue.

The closer they got to the middle of the room, the more the smell in the building increased and the more his eyes lingered on the building. He saw different things hanging from the top of the room, rusted iron chains, huge ones. Huge metal hooks that were either too rusted or had dried disgusting things on them

He quickly looked away fearfully and back at the man in the middle, they had gotten really close now and he could see the man wasn't just sitting but he was tied up on the chair and his face was bloodied and part of it swollen.

His one eyes had completely closed and his nose was dripping with blood, one side of his cheek was completely covered in dried blood.

The boy almost gagged at the sight before him. He wasn't even sure the man was conscious anymore, fear gripped him as he tugged at his father's hand making the man to stop and look at him, his glare hard and angry.

He swallowed and cowered away. His father just kept on pulling him until they stopped directly in front of the man on the chair. He hid slowly behind his father clutching his hands tightly as his heart beat sped more than usual, threatening to rip off his tiny rib cage.

The man looked around seemingly looking for someone, as if on cue, a voice spoke up from the shadows

"You're late" he grunted before he walked out of the shadows in front of them. Taking calculated steps towards them, his eyes was set on the old man as he walked towards them

Hearing his voice, the small boy only hid farther behind his father, covering his face, as if that would make him disappear into thin air.

"I know, I had a little situation that I needed to take care of" the man with the small boy muttered still looking at the man from the shadows "Is this him"? The man asked gesturing to the bloodied man tied on the chair

"Yes it is, my boys were a little rough on him, since he refused to give up the location on time" the shadow man muttered before his eyes finally landed on the kid behind the man, he narrowed his eyes looking at him

"So you brought him"? He asked looking at the kid and the man just looked back at the kid he'd been dragging all night and grunted in response.

The small boy looked up at the man that appeared from the shadows and his breath hitched, making him gasp lowly, his eyes widened in horror. He'd never seen someone so scary and ugly at the same time.

His one eye was completely damaged, the only thing that could be seen was the white part, and the white part was not looking good either, it had little specs of black scattered all around it, and the edgey side of the eye had white milkish stuff coming out of it.

There was a huge scar that ran down from the top of his forehead, all the way across to the bad eye, stopping just below the eyes. There was another scar, this one didn't look like a knife cut or razor cut, more like burns on the left side of his cheek, just above his beards.

What should look like a smirk, looked like a very evil and scary grin making the small boy to hide the more, as if he was attempting to enter into his father's skin.

"Are you sure he's ready"? The scary shadow man asked and his father just nodded

"He is " his father mutttered

"We'll see about that" the strange looking man murmured, his gaze lingering on the small boy as his lips tugged up in a smirk, scaring the child the more

"Has he said anything yet"? The boy's father asked and the creepy looking man just shook his head

"Not yet, but he will, oh he sure will" he taunted smiling at the last part before facing the man on the chair and gripping his face hard, making him look at him. The man could barely keep his eyes open, as his head lolled from side to side. "You know the drill Allistair, I ask the questions and you answer them" he muttered "where is the shipment going to, we already know the when, all you need to is tell us the where and we'll let you go"

Th bloodied man just smirked or attempted to as his whole face morphed in pain, before he spat at the creepy looking man, blood and saliva coming out of his mouth and landing right on the creepy man's face. "Screw you" he groaned out

The creepy man just let him go and stood up, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the blood from his face, before turning around to face the bloodied man.

The small boy was just watching, waiting for what would happen next. He didn't understand a thing going on, but even he knew that the man on the chair made a very wrong move by spitting on scary man's face.

He was already dreading what would happen, the fate of the man on the chair.

"We tried it your own way Allistair, now we're gonna do it my way" the scary man muttered before putting his hands inside his trench coat, he pulled out something like a small knife but this was way too small than the regular kitchen knife the small boy was used to seeing in his mother's kitchen.

The man raised it up and brought it down with so much force, forcing the pointy edge into the man's hand on the chair, The small boy winced and closed his eyes as all he could hear was the man's screams of pain and agony.

He was writhing in pain on his chair as the scary looking man twisted the knife deep into his hand, his father looked down on him and nodded when he saw that he was watching. That was exactly why he brought him here.

The man kept screaming as the knife made squishing sounds, flesh against metal. The scary man pulled the knife back out and examined it. The man on the chair was now breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down as his breath came out in short gasps, like he was out of breath.

The creepy man sighed out looking down at the almost unconscious man in front of him "I really don't wanna do this Allistair, but you're leaving me no choice, just tell me where it's going to be and I will stop" he muttered like he was baiting the man.

The man gasped for air and tried to stay up with his head but he was failing miserably. "I'm never telling you anything, so you better stop trying" he muttered out, his voice barely audible, as he sprout out blood from his mouth.

The creepy man scoffed before looking back at the boy's father "Do you mind"? He asked and the man just shrugged before letting go of the boy and walking toward the man and taking the knife from him

He folded the sleeve of his shirt up, while the boy watched, this time no shield to cover him from the gruesome sight he was about to witness.

"What did you say Allistair? See I'm not like him" he muttered pointing to the scary man "he's nice uhm.... Lenient" he muttered "I'm only gonna ask you one more time, where is the shipment going"? He muttered and the man just looked at him with hatred and anger

"I'm not saying anything to any of you, ever so you can both go screw yourselves" he spat looking at the man in front of him.

"Well you asked for it and it's only fair I grant your wish" the man muttered before using his free hand to grab the man's face and squeeze it, making him groan out in pain as his mouth opened, barely but enough for the boy's father to put his hand inside and pull out his tongue.

The boy's eyes widened in horror as he watched his father take the knife and place the sharp edge in the middle of the tongue, slowly and precisely, he cut through the thick chunk of meat until one half of the tongue was in his hand and the other bleeding half, in the man's mouth as he screamed out, his screams muffled.

He was choking on his own blood, making gurgling sounds, as blood spilled from his mouth staining his shirt, his eyes filled with tears of pain

The small boy watched In horror as his father tossed the half part of the tongue away, his hands covered in blood. That image would never leave his head. That was the beginning of a never ending nightmare and trauma for Nathan.

After that day, his life never remained the same. And that was the beginning of his father always taking him to these type of underground torture, especially ones orchestrated by the scary looking man

That night he knew just how monstrous his father was He knew all the threats the man threw at him, weren't just empty threats to scare him, but warnings of what he can do to him

His father had always been a part of the mafia, but not the good part, not that there was anything good about the mafia, but the part his father threaded was the very dangerous part, parts he knew if he was ever caught, he'd be killed along with his family.

But he was too greedy to care. He was always involved in shady business and he tried to include Nate in it. But Nate never agreed, no matter how many times he got beat by his father for being weak, or being called pathetic, it never made him give in.

He preferred the boring normal, office paperworks, than to be involved in something bloody and shady.

But his father dragging Spade Into their lives, he was afraid his danger free life was soon to come to an end. Being involved with Spade meant being involved with danger himself.

Of course he promised he'd stay out of Spade's way, but he wasn't gonna go down easy, he wouldn't just hand over his sister to him and turn his back like that.

No, he wouldn't He didn't care if Spade killed him, he would definitely find out what Spade was up to with his father.

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