CHAPTER 4

Evan's POV

“So it was you—the bastard who did this to my son! I’ll kill you!” Dad roared, moving forward.

But the moment he did, the bodyguards raised their guns at him. Mom quickly grabbed Dad’s hand to stop him. If he touched that man, those guns would fire.

“Hamster, I missed you so much,” the man said, exhaling smoke. “You left without telling me. Do you know how hard it was to find you? But in the end, I did.”

My grip on Mom tightened. Hearing his voice, my whole body shook uncontrollably, tears spilling down my face.

The man who had given me this trauma… was standing right in front of me.

“I’m only here to take you with me. If you come on your own, that would be nice. But if you refuse, I’ll use force. And then… something might happen to your parents.”

“No! Don’t hurt them,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

A smirk spread across his lips. He crushed the cigarette under his shoe.

“Hamster, come here.”

I didn’t move. His gaze hardened.

“Didn’t you hear me? Or should I kill your parents first?”

“No, Evan! Don’t worry—we’ll protect you. I’ll call the police right now,” Dad said, pulling out his phone.

As soon as he did, the room filled with a suffocating silence.

“Go ahead, call them. If you think you can save your son from me, I won’t stop you. But make sure to tell them my name—it’s Losif.”

Still, Dad called. For a moment, hope sparked inside me. But the moment he mentioned Losif’s name, the officer on the other end hung up. When Dad tried again, no one picked up.

“It’ll be easier if Hamster comes with me willingly. Otherwise… I’ll take him from your corpses.”

“Do you think we’re afraid of you?” Dad shouted.

Suddenly, Losif stood and stepped toward us. I panicked and hid behind Mom.

He pulled a gun from his pocket and fired at the window. The shot was silenced, but the glass shattered.

“When I’m being this nice, don’t make me angry,” he warned.

He moved closer to Mom.

“Stay back!” she shouted.

“Why are you hiding behind your mom, Hamster? Come out. It’s not like I’ll eat you.”

With a shove, he pushed Mom into Dad and grabbed my hand.

“No… please, don’t do this…” I sobbed, my voice breaking.

He yanked me closer, his grip like iron.

“See? If you stay still and be a good boy, I won’t hurt your parents.”

I froze. My parents were restrained, guns pressed to their heads. I couldn’t fight anymore.

Sobbing, I let him drag me away.

“Where are you taking me? I don’t want to go!” I cried again and again, but he didn’t listen.

He shoved me into a car. The moment the door slammed shut, dread filled me—I knew no one could save me now.

Panicking, I clawed at the door handle, but it was locked.

Losif slid in beside me, smirking. “Hamster, why are you crying like that? I like it better when you cry under me.”

His presence suffocated me. My vision darkened.

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When I woke, I was lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. The memories came crashing back. I looked down at myself—I was still clothed. Relief.

But the door was locked.

He locked me in.

“No… I don’t want to die,” I mumbled to myself, trembling.

The door opened. A boy stepped inside.

“You’re awake. Let’s go—Boss called you for breakfast.”

“I want to go home,” I whispered.

“I’m just a servant. I can’t help you,” he said flatly.

I didn’t want to follow. But if I ran, he’d find me, just like before. So I went.

At the dining table, he sat there, calmly eating. As soon as he noticed me, his lips curled into a faint smile.

“Come here, Hamster.”

Step by step, I moved closer, stiff and sick to my stomach.

“Sit and eat,” he ordered.

“I’m not hungry…” I mumbled.

“I said sit down and eat!” His shout made me flinch.

I sat quickly. The servant placed food in front of me.

Under Losif’s glare, I forced myself to take a bite—but my stomach twisted, and I threw it up instantly.

Pain burned through me. When I finally stopped, Losif was watching with a strange look.

“Bring him another plate,” he ordered.

“No… I can’t eat anything,” I whispered.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he snapped at the servant.

The boy rushed back with more food. Again, I couldn’t hold it down.

Suddenly, Losif grabbed a piece of cake and shoved it into my mouth. Somehow, I didn’t throw that up. He kept feeding me himself, and I didn’t dare resist.

When I finished, he scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the room.

He tossed me onto the bed, loosened his tie, and shrugged off his coat.

“I’ll be leaving in thirty minutes,” he muttered. “So let me recharge.”

And then… he did it again.

“Noooo! Please stop!” My screams echoed through the room, but he didn’t stop.

When it was over, he left. I couldn’t move.

After a while, the servant boy returned. He was frail, about my age. Quietly, he helped me clean up and gently applied ointment to my wounds.

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