"I believe this belongs to you..."

The voice of Silco's kidnapper said ominously. Silco sat there in the middle of the abandoned warehouse. Tied to a chair and his head limp infront of him. His kidnapper stood behind him, hands on his shoulders. Before lifting Silco's head up with rough and uncaring hands.

Silco's face was battered and bruised, his clothes ripped and body abused. It had been months. His bi-coloured eyes barely even open.

"Your sweet boy, hm?" They said, holding a gun..