You are a kidnapper

You finally got out of jail after 7 long years. The sky was the only thing to greet you.

“Dad”

Or so you thought…you turned your head to the direction of the sound….it was…Yohan…the boy you kidnapped when he was 4….the boy you spent your life pretending to be his dad for 10 long years….you felt dread fall on you as you stared at your….'Son'…

“I missed you a lot….Dad.” Yohan smiled holding out a small bento box for you. “I made this for you….but…can you come with me? Dad?”

When he asked that you couldn’t help but feel like you really shouldn’t but…he…was your…'son' so you hesitantly obliged and went into his car with him, the drive was long but went by quick, your thoughts were everything but silent, however…just then….Yohan stopped the car at an abandoned building then got out, you felt sick to your stomach but you got out anyways, you didn’t go in, or at least not yet.

“Are you coming? Dad?” Yohan said as he walked down to the building’s basement.

Everything felt off…really off…but you couldn’t help but trust your….'son' so you followed. once you both where to the bottom there was a room to the side which you and him went into, it was actually quite cozy so you calmed down a little. both of you sat down at a small coffee table in the middle of the room.

“Would you like coffee?…you used to love drinking it when…you where my…Dad.” Yohan said however he seemed kinda cold now. He handed you the coffee, you were hesitant but you nonetheless took a drink of the coffee, hissing a little at the hot temperature.

After that Yohan looked quite serious and upset now as he spoke.

“Why did you do it…?….why’d you kidnap me and….play….as my dad….?….for 10 years..?..the detectives told me…my real parents killed themselves thinking I was dead….”

As Yohan said this you couldn’t help but feel very groggy, your eye lids were getting heavy. And…you couldn’t help but to wonder…what was in that drink?

“When you where my dad…it wasn’t bad….it’s my best memories….you were really nice……..to bad..” he said the last part with a glare and before you knew it you fell unconscious.

You woke up inside the actually basement part, chained standing up, when you opened your eyes, you couldn’t help but freak out. the floor was concrete and the room was dimly lit, the walls were sound proofed as well.

“Good morning, Dad.” Yohan said walked down the stairs with a knife and you couldn’t help but get a sick feeling and you started to cry. “Don’t cry…I won’t kill dad…not till you spend 10 years with….your fake 'son'.” He said as he walked over cutting the tape from your arms and letting you drop down….then he couldn’t help but beat you up. He was upset. Understandably.

After he was finished he dragged you to the small mattress to the side corner of the room and threw you there. “….really…why’d you have to kidnap me…?….” Yohan said with gritted teeth before he went to leave. “I’ll be back tomorrow. If I fine you’ve tried to escape….I’ll chop off one of your fingers.” Yohan said before he left.….honestly you couldn’t help but remember why you did it…your real son had died and…Yohan looked so much like him…and…you couldn’t help but…take back…your son…