Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 455: Kidnapped (Part Two)

The moment Norton gave his orders, his men began to beat Victor up before he even had the chance to protect himself. Initially, Victor thought that he was strong enough to fight back. However, at the end of the day, he was nothing but a fourteen-year-old boy. Sparring with quite a handful of well-trained men, he soon lost the brawl.

They hit him at all his weakest spots. It was as if they wanted to break all of his bones.

Laughter reverberated through the air. “Little boy, call me Daddy. If you do, I might just go easy on you,” one of the men said

Struggling to cover his head with his arms, Victor was kicked from the back. Soon, he fell to the ground. Before he even had the chance to get up, someone hit him again with a baseball bat.

For a moment, all he could see was black as he felt a sharp pain on his back. A sudden surge of blood arose from his chest before he spat it out from his mouth.

“Call me Daddy!” Laughter broke through the air.

“This boy sure is though. But I know he’s going to break soon. All it takes is a couple more hits.” Their arrogant words seemed to ring in Victor's ears. Struggling to stand up with his hands on the ground for support, Victor spat out blood from his mouth once more. Seemingly coming from nowhere, a foot stepped on the back of his hand.

“I said, call me Daddy! Are you fucking deaf?!” the man said, putting more pressure on the sole of his foot.

Victor raised his head, matching the man's gaze. Not a word escaped his lips. Narrowing his eyes, the man gazed at Victor with disdain. He stomped on the back of Victor's hand again. Instantly, Victor felt the intense pain. Cold sweat started dripping down from his forehead, down to the asphalt road.

The physical pain he felt seemed to have reached his heart.

It felt as though he had been stabbed by a knife. The pain he felt grew every time the man stomped on the back of his hand. He could almost hear his bones breaking

Even so, Victor was determined to keep his lips sealed. He was stubborn and unwilling to beg for mercy.

It appeared as if the man had grown tired of waiting. Taking the baseball bat from his companion’s hand, he moved his foot and said, “You're right. He's not unbreakable. I'd like to see how tough this boy is!"

The moment he finished speaking, the man threw another blow at Victor.

"Ah!" Victor groaned. There was just so much he could take.

After resisting for quite some time, his body seemed to have given up. He fell to the ground. Despite his inability to fight back, the men still kept on hitting him,

They hit him eight more times with the baseball bat.

After the eighth blow, blood came out of his mouth and his surroundings seemed to have become more blurry. Victor knew that he could no longer keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried. When he looked down, he caught a glimpse of the cemetery not too far away.

There was a vague figure of a woman in a floral dress. She had short hair and was walking towards him.

A frown appeared on his lips as he gazed at the woman. “Mom...”

Victor struggled to sit up. The excruciating pain on his body made it hard for him to breathe. It felt as though his organs were being crushed every time a cough escaped his lungs remember when he had lost consciousness.

His eyes wandered around as he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips. He wanted to know where he was. He didn't think that he'd make it out alive. He thought he was going to see his mother again.

Since his mother’s death six years ago, he never once dreamt of her. He thought that he could no longer remember how his mother looked like. However, he was solely mistaken.

Victor had perfect knowledge that he was suffering from intense injuries. He couldn't bring himself to move. Looking around his surroundings, he realized that he was at an abandoned warehouse.

A moment later, he laid himself down again and closed his eyes. He knew very well that escaping was impossible. He had no idea when the men would come back.

Perhaps, they left him there to die. However, since he was ever-so-lucky to be alive, he knew that he had to find a way to survive. The best he could do at this very moment was to recover. He knew that being impulsive would only bring him his demise.

Left with no choice, Victor lay there on the rough, cold floor. It was, undoubtedly, uncomfortable. Staring at the ceiling, he saw spider webs gather around the corners of the building. He couldn't help but wonder if his grandmother was aware that he had been kidnapped.

“Is she going to find me? Who did this to me?’ Perhaps his injuries caused him to be in a daze. Memories of his life with his mother and the car accident played in his mind like a broken record. After quite some time, someone finally opened the door. The time Victor spent laying on the floor made him adapt to the pain he was feeling. He felt marginally better than when he had just woken up. He sat up when he heard the noise. His eyes turned to the door. Norton had changed his clothes. Donning a crisp, well-ironed suit, he looked like a different man.

“Wow. I didn’t expect you to be up so soon,” he said.

Immediately, a man fetched a stool for Norton to sit down. There was only a few steps separating him and Victor. With sharp eyes, Victor stared at the man in front of him. Not a word left his lips. Resting his elbows on top of his thighs, Norton smiled and asked,

“Does it hurt, little boy?” Before Victor could even say a word, he heard the sound of a baseball bat being dragged across the rough floor.

From the corner of his eye, Victor caught a glimpse of the bat. The pain in his back throbbed at the sight of it.

He couldn't help himself from coughing again, the metallic taste of blood lingering on his tongue. “Look at you! Didn't I tell you to be careful? Look at what you've done!” There was a smile on Norton's lips. Although his words sounded as if he was blaming his men, there was mockery in the tone of his voice.

“It's all our fault,” one of his men blurted out.

Leaning back against the chair, Norton crossed his legs and looked at Victor.

“You've impressed me, boy. I did not expect a boy from the Sullivan family to be so tough.” "Who?" Victor asked, Norton leaned forward, his eyebrows raised slightly. He put his hand next to his hear and asked, “What did you say?”

Victor's eyes drifted towards him. He knew very well that Norton heard him clearly. His voice wasn't loud but it was clear enough to be audible. Besides, the warehouse was quiet and empty.

"Who asked you...” There was blood surging from his chest. He felt as if blood would come out of his mouth if he said one more word.

After a pause, he continued, “...to kill me?”

“Oh... see.”

Putting his hand down, Norton rested his back against his chair and said, “You are Victor Sullivan. Surely, you're smart enough to figure it out. You should be able to guess whoever it is who's longing for your death.” Victor knew. There were only a handful of people who wanted him dead, excluding the Sullivan Group's rivals.

“I'll give you two minutes to figure it out. If you guess correctly, I will give you a reward. What do you think?” Norton particularly enjoyed making fun of people. There was a playful smile on his lips as his eyes gazed at Victor. “Of course, you will be punished if you get it wrong. You have one minute and thirty six...”

“It's my father, isn't it?”

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