Dylan coughed out blood where he stayed on all fours with his hands on his stomach. He closed his eyes shut, and let out a deep groan before sitting down on the ground, his one leg up and his back resting against his bunk bed.

He looked at the two big men who were sneering at him. They didn't look like they were done with him.

And it confirmed his thought when one of them said, "Such a score we acquired! We can beat someone up and get paid for it! Drag him up!"

The other one guffawed and dragged Dylan's shirt in his chest, lifting him up and onto his feet. "This is where you're gonna die, unfortunately." Then he punched Dylan's face so hard that Dylan stumbled to the side, lost his stance, and fell on the floor again.

A weak groan escaped him, he's been trying to act strong and daring but that facade was slowly fading away.

His hands clenched into fists at the thought of his uncle doing this to him. Anything that's gonna make him get out of there, he won't take it lightly on him. He w