There were two options, flight or fight. For Victoria, it was the first one as compared to the latter. She squeezed herself more into the wall as she did not understand the situation going on in front of her.
What did his father have to do with anything? Was he kidnapped because of his father? Was his name Maslow?
So, were many things that she did not know.
Her eyes remained on the hammer and the nails kept beside the feet of the woman as a thousand questions continued to run around in her mind.
"Now," The woman picked up one nail in her hand and the other hand had the hammer in it, "I am dying to match your voice with your father's. The best way to do it is by making you sing."
Victoria tried to comprehend the words and understand what she meant by them.
But before she could do that, she heard a loud, piercing scream full of agony come from the boy.
She was hammering the nail into the anger of the boy that she was holding down with one hand.
The screams of the boy did not have any effect on the woman. She relentlessly kept on hammering the nail, little by little, as painfully as she could make it by the hammer.
"What are you doing?!" Victoria screamed at her before getting on her knees, her words ever went over the head of the woman, like she was not even there.
"Stop!" She cried out when the woman did not stop hampering. She even picked up a different mail and pushed it into the skin of the boy before using the hammer on it.
Victoria felt an ugly thing take over her body. The fear gripped her entire body and made her freeze on the spot as she watched the woman pick up another nail, the third nail.
She had to do something. She was the only one that could save the boy.
With shivering limbs, she stood up before going for the neck of the woman and squeezing it.
"Let him go!" Victoria climbed on the back of the woman and wrapped her legs around her body, trapping her arms as she squeezed her neck with her hands.
"You little pest!" The woman growled and stood up. "Mark! Take this little bitch away!"
Before Victoria knew it, she was harshly pulled away from the woman and thrown to the floor of the room.
She cried the moment her body touched the ground, shooting a pain on her left side that had made the ground first.
"Little bitch," The woman spat, "Mark, teach her a lesson, will you?"
"No—" Mark did not wait for her to object. Instead, he took a hold of her phone and started to drag her out of the room and into the small hallway that she had once come from.
He dragged her to the very end of the hallway, to a wall before slamming her body into it.
"Little girl," he made her stand, and with a sneer that changed into a smirk, he showed his hand in between her legs and kept her private areas.
Victoria gasped and froze instantly as she tried to keep her legs shut and joined together.
"Look at you," Mark crooned, "all the fight just went away in a second."
Her lips started to tremble but she held the cries in. Her eyes kept on watching his every moment but the fact that he had his hands on her private parts drove her mad with fear.
She was paralyzed with it, much more than before. She was paralyzed enough to not think clearly.
"Little girls like you don't fight big men. You listen to them, yes?"
She nodded, not missing a beat.
"Good," he squeezed the area he had been touching, sending a jolt of fear to her body and making her flinch. "She is done by now, but remember, I want you to behave and if you don't beave, worse will happen than just me touching you."
He grinned, "I mean, it is bound to happen but you would like it when I'm not angry."
What?
Mark released his grip on her body making her fall onto the ground. Once again, he did not wait for her to set up or stand but just continued to drag her by her feet.
This time she did not rush around as she had done before. Victoria stayed frozen.
He left her inside the cell, in the middle of it with a whimpering boy on the side before leaving.
A tear slipped from her eye. Her vagina tingled and the feeling of disgust grew inside her. The whimpers brought her back to reality and she turned her head to the boy when she noticed something.
She could see him… They had left the door open.