2 Chapter Two: The Debt

From what the car's tinted windows allowed them to see, the way to the bathhouse was made out of back roads. Only one or two cars passed by them with the radio on low enough for them to hear themself wheeze.

It was still hard to take in air from the man throwing them against the car door a few times before finally forcing them to get in. Bruises had started to develop on their throat but they remained silent as they feared talking would cause their captor to lose it.

The name of their captor was Kin, something the burly man had given to him when he spoke to him for the first and last time.

Ai couldn't help but think the name was befitting of him as his teeth where a saturated hue of yellow. So where his eyes only they had darker look almost like his pupils where a dull gold.

The man disgusted them, as he spoke as if he already owned them and demanded they give him their name. To tell him their parents phone number and why they let their son run around in tattered clothing smelling like horse shit, it was infuriating.

Ai wanted to kill the man for speaking ill of their parents.

In every memory they had of them, the young couple where perfectionists. Everything their child needed they had, anytime they where in pain they soothed their soul.

And to hear someone try to suggest otherwise made them sick to their stomach.

But they couldn't fight back, as the man had some sort of hold on their body. Whatever it was caused a fever to envelop their skin and their eyes felt puffy.

"You're lucky I didn't give you up to the cops," Kin said staring at the child threw the car's mirror. "They would've skinned you alive for stealing from someone like me."

They gritted their teeth as the bastard continued on with his gloating. In their lap their hands sat balled into tiny fists.

"Well instead I decided you're going to work off your crime brat. Pay me back every penny in my own home, like the weakling you are."

A boisterous laugh left his throat, a sound that made Ai want to scream.