He opened his eyes panting hard and sweating profusely, he squinted his eyes trying to adjust it to the darkness, he didn't remember turning off his light last night, infact he never goes to sleep with his lights off.

He could barely see in the dark, but he could feel the hard surface which his back was on, this doesn't feel like his soft, feathery mattress, this felt like a solid rock, pinching into his back.

He tried to move so he could turn on the lights, something was wrong. He couldn't move, his hands felt like something was holding them back, tight and thin, he tried again and he felt the sting on his wrists, his hands were tied to whatever surface he was lying on.

His legs too felt like they were being pulled apart, spread wide and tied to something, he was vulnerable. His heart rate spiked as he looked around frantically, barely able to move his head.

He starts hearing muffled cries from his side, he couldn't pinpoint which side it was coming from, the person sniffled again making him look harder, but everything was pitch black, and endless.

"Is someone there"? He asked hearing his own voice echo through the whole room, wherever he was, was fucking empty and huge. The muffle of the person grew louder and he could hear shuffling, which meant they were struggling too "Hello" he yelled out again, hoping they'd answer but instead they just continued muffling loudly.

He could hear his own heartbeat and could feel how much his heart threatened to burst out of his chest, with each thumping.

There was a creaking sound coming from around the room, he raised his head up and looked infront of him, still not seeing anything, but he could suddenly hear low but heavy footsteps.

"Who's there"? He whispered feeling his voice waver with fear.

"An old friend" the person wheezed out. His eyes grew wide and his breathing hitched up, his lips slightly parted, no, it can't be. After so many years, it can't be. He was finally free

He recognized that voice anyday. The same voice that haunted his very existence, menacing, low, bone chilling, skin crawling, wheezing sound called a voice.

This very voice threatened everything he stood for. All the huge walls he'd built up over the years, this very voice sent it crashing down with just one sentence.

He could feel the tightness in his chest, like the bones around his heart would cave in and crush the very thing that kept him alive. He could feel his breathing begin to speed up, and turn shallow. His whole body had started to shake.

"No, no, no" he was trying to scream out but it came out as a whisper, frail, tiny and barely audible. He couldn't recognize his own voice anymore, he wasn't the one talking, it was 11 year old him. That young, scared and frightened boy.

He looked at himself and that's all he saw. Afraid, scared, frightened, broken 11 year old kid. The kid that craved his father's love that he'd do anything just to please him.

"Aww, Is that anyway to greet an old friend" the voice wheezed in the shadows, before he heard the flicking sound and blinding light hit his eyes, making him shut them tight.

He slowly peeled his eyes open and came face to face with a yellow dim light right above his head from the ceiling of the room. He recognized this room, this building. One of the many nightmares of his childhood. One that has haunted him all his life.

He raised his head up a bit hoping the light blinding his vision, had also been turned on in the whole room but he was wrong. The whole room was still pitch black, only the light above him was on.

He could still hear the muffled cries of the third person in the room, but he still couldn't see them either. He struggled to break free from whatever was holding him tied down here but everytime he tried, it only stinged the more.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" the voice echoed through the room, he just let his head back down with a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes in frustration.

Everytime the voice spoke, he could feel the chill deep inside his bones, slowly taking over the small sanity he had left.

He thought he was finally free After so many years, and now he just shows up to ruin everything.

"What do you want"? He whispered fearfully, his lips trembled as he bit on it trying to keep the tears back.

"What I want"? The person asked, sighing out loud as if thinking "well I don't really want anything per say Natty" he muttered calling him that nickname he always called him when he was a kid, he could feel bile rise up in the dept of his throat, everything he ate was threatening to spill out, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth

He heard another click and another light in the room turned on, this time it wasn't on top of him, he looked to his right and saw the person that had been crying since he woke up, tied to a chair and gagged, it was his sister. Her face stained with tears and her hair scattered and roughed up

His eyes widened as he struggled to break free, only increasing the pain and stinging on his wrists "Su" he yelled as she cried more and struggled on the chair "Let her go, what do you want"!? He screamed, only to be met with low menacing laughter, not the nice kind, but the evil, bone chilling kind. The kind that'll make you resent laughter, that'll leave all the hair on your body up in alert.

"Oh I'm not letting her go Natty" he muttered before he starts walking, Nate could barely tell the direction at which he was walking from or to, all he could hear were heavy footsteps "she is still my fiance" he finished stepping into the light, with a smirk on his face.

His lips parted slightly as he was left speechless and shocked to his bone "Spade" he whispered looking at the man in front of him, wearing nothing but a white buttoned up shirt and blue pants

"Surprise, surprise" he muttered, stalking towards where Su was tied up, he stopped in front of her chair and leaned in towards her face "Beautiful isn't she"? He muttered running his fingers through her hair and stroking her cheek, she pulled away turning her face away from him, as tears streamed down both her cheeks

"Don't touch her" he gritted out struggling to free himself, shutting his eyes at the sting on his wrists, he could feel small droplets of blood come out of the open wound on his wrists, but he could care less about that, all he cared about right now was his sister, he didn't like the tears on her face and the look of despair in her eyes.

"Her? Oh no, I don't want anything with her, she's not my target" he muttered chuckling out lifelessly "she's just here to watch, she's an audience, she's gonna watch what I'm gonna do to you" he muttered walking around her chair and standing behind her, his dilated pupils boring holes into Nate's body

"What are you gonna do to me"? He whispered swallowing hard

"Oh it's... You're gonna like it trust me, I'm pretty sure you already know what that is Natty boy" he taunted making Nate swallow hard and shake his head lightly, it can't be, he can't possibly know about it "oh but I do" he answered as if he could read his mind "afterall that's what turned you into a man" he muttered mockingly, Nate's eyes was already starting to burn, and sting with unshed tears. His whole body trembling, his eyes moved to his sister and he shook his head, she stared at him as if already knowing what Spade was talking about.

Spade's eyes brightened upon seeing Nate's expression, as if a light bulb just got turned on, he smiled and looked between Nate and his sister. "Interesting" he muttered standing beside Su "she doesn't know" he mused looking at Nate, his eyes filled with tears as he struggled with the binds around his wrist. "I'm betting even daddy doesn't know" he taunted "oh poor little Nate, scared and alone, you couldn't tell Daddy, because he'd be so disappointed in you" he mocked walking towards Nate.

His breath was coming out fast and in short gasps, he could feel his whole life force run dry inside him With tears, uncontrollable tears streaming down his cheeks

"Well, it's not too late for her to find out, why don't we play a little game Natty boy" he muttered smirking evily at Nate, he squatted on from of his spread legs and slowly used his hands to trail his thighs, making Nate suck in a breath, he starts shaking his head violently, he could hear the muffled cries of his sister in the background, but his head felt like it would explode "You're gonna love this game" he muttered, slowly letting his hands go closer to his crotch area

Nate was gasping for air, everything was becoming foggy, even the sound from his sister sounded like something out of a Tv show. He felt like the walls were caving in, the closer Spade's hand got to his crotch, the less air he could breath. His own cries and voice no longer sounded like his own, instead they sounded like a frightened, scared and broken 11 year old boy. He shut his eyes tight and prayed for whoever was out there to come to his rescue.

He sprang up, panting hard, sweat dripping from his face, his shirt was soaking wet as if someone had poured a whole bucket of water on him.

He reached for his bedside lamp and turned it on, he looked around and he was in his room, safe. It was only a nightmare.

A very bad nightmare. His chest was heaving up and down, as he felt a heavy, huge lump in his throat. He swallowed hard, looking around the room again.

He was safe In his apartment Far away from that dream, he hasn't left the life yet, but he was safe nonetheless.

True it still haunted him but he was trying to live past it, everyday he kept reassuring himself that one day, he'd be free, completely free.

He'd been having this same nightmare for the past two days, ever since the club incident with Spade. He has been seeing him in his dreams, it all ends the same way.

He let out a deep breath shutting his eyes. He hoped the dream would never come to past, His sister can never know, neither can his father. He'd be disappointed in him, he'd call him a weakling, an abomination, a pathetic excuse of a son. Words he was used to hearing.

He got up and took off his sweat drenched clothes before walking into the bathroom. He stepped under the shower and turned it on, feeling the cold water hit his back, he felt himself relax, all the tense muscles relaxing with every drop of water on his back.

He haven't had any nightmares in months and suddenly Spade shows up, throws a few threats his way and he's already losing his mind.

He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw tight.

Phew

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