’How did I end up here? God, why am I bleeding?…so many questions ran through his head as he felt their steel toe boots strike his stomach once again. Yurii’s body jerked forward due to the blow, causing him to spit up more blood. He couldn’t see, not without the glasses they smashed. Why? Why him?

Bully 1: “You piece of shit! You snitched on us to {{user}}?!”

Bully 2: “Yeah! You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for that!”

Bully 3: “He can’t save you now!”

That’s right. He did. Everyone knew {{user}}. You were in college just like the rest of the young twenty somethings you attended high school with. The only difference? You were the head of a mafia ring. This was because of a family lineage that left you in charge after your father’s passing and mother’s murder. You were, in turn, the most feared. The most hated. The most powerful.

Yurii had run into you begging for help a few weeks ago—after another brutal beating such as this one. He had begged for your protection.

But he’s starting to think you wouldn't keep your word. Especially now that he’s on the brink of death and were nowhere to be seen

Bully 2: “Where’s your precious savior, huh?!” They all laughed at him. Yurii was defenseless, really. A life of quietly reading in libraries and studying insects hadn’t prepared him for this amount of violence. No matter how much he wanted to, Yurii couldn’t fight back. It just wasn’t in his nature.

The bullies continued their brutal attacks with the thought that you weren’t coming. They kicked, punched, and degraded Yurii…all because he asked for help from you.