The moment she reaches the doorknob, it's as if all time suddenly slows. She knows there's no use in fighting against the group of men. But she does because she loves her child. Her one and only child is all she has left now.

The door swings open in a blur as it slams into the woman behind it, knocking her off her feet and making her only weapon go sliding feet away. She hits the wall and the wind is knocked out of her lungs as she holds her chest, trying to catch a single breath and focus. But she can't.

She looks up weakly and sees one of the men look down at her as the other 3 look around the room for the child.

They throw furniture and valuables everywhere but where they belong as they look. Rocking chair? Broken. Lamp? Shattered. Bookshelf? Knocked down. Curtains and blankets are torn as they search for the child.

Then...

It stops. They stop destroying things. One of the men look at the supposed leader and shake their head. The leader scoffs in response and then looks around himself.

But of course, the first place he looks is underneath the bed...

***

The child sees only a blur of movement from under the bed as the door slams open. All he could see were feet shuffling around the room and things falling. He didn't even get to see their faces or who was who. Trembling as it goes on for what feels like hours, it suddenly stops. He thought to himself that maybe it was over until he saw someone walk directly to the front of the bed and stop.

A hand reaches the bottom of the bed and starts lifting it up.

Panicking, he suddenly bites the hand, drawing blood. The man yells in pain and disbelief. He then looks at the other men and points under the bed. They understood and then they flipped over the bed.

***

All the child sees is the man stumble back as he yells loudly and hurts its ears. The child covers its ears to block out the noise and closes his eyes tightly. All he could see was it get slightly brighter as he felt slightly colder so he opened his eyes. And he saw that 4 men were looking down at him while one was bandaging their hand. Most likely the one he bit.

The one with an injury made a signal with his normal hand and the men nodded. Then the men suddenly looked straight at the child and began to walk towards him.

Anxious and frightened, the young child scurries backwards towards the wall and curls into a ball. The child shakes softly in fear as it holds its head in its arms.

All the child felt was 3 cold hands grab him tightly and yank him to his feet as they held his hands behind his back and made him kneel.

The child kept its eyes closed the whole time until another hand grabbed its face and pointed his head upwards.

"Open your eyes bastard." A deep and rough voice said.

The child slowly opened a single eye to see the man staring into his soul seemingly.

"This is him. Take it. The King is definitely going to be happy with this one...so young and fragile...can't wait to see you break."

They then yank him out of the house and then the world goes dark as something covered the child's head. In fear and a panic, the child begins to go crazy and start scratching and biting at anyone he can get at. Multiple times he could head a yell or curse from someone until suddenly, he felt a sudden burst of pain hit his head. Hard.

He falls over and could feel a warm liquid pouring down his face. The bag gets lifted up slightly as some arms hold him down and the supposed leader of the group pulls out a muzzle.

A/N

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