Timothy

In an unpopulated street, walking alone was a disgraced young man walking aimlessly, his skin itching, and feeling as if his mind is tormenting him. He needed drugs but without his phone he had lost the only way to contact his supplier. He was agitated and ashamed, but he clung to the false hope that all will be fine if just found some dope.

While walking another young man, younger than him. With jet black hair and a mysterious countenance approached him and whispered.

"Suffering from withdrawal Timothy?" Timothy immediately turned around and his face grew stiff with hostility, here was the guy who caused the fall of his life. The guy who caused the scene that made his actions viral on social media, that caused him to be disowned by even his guardian. Timothy felt his heart beat faster, he didn't need drugs anymore, he just needed to see this man dead. He'll kill him was the only thought that came into his mind.

He was about to take out his knife that he hid under his shirt but the man took out a packet containing a white substance that Timothy wanted badly, one he felt he could not live without. He wanted to take it away from him but their first encounter thought him better. The man then walked faster and as if luring a dog, he looked back and once again showed Timothy the white substance.

Timothy had no choice but to follow him, even when he brought him into an abandoned storage area in an alley way in between two uninhabited buildings. When they arrived inside the man threw the packet to him and immediately Timothy took it eagerly. He prepared it and was prepared to partake but the man kicked his head just as it was about to get near the substance.

"Not yet..." Timothy was furious but he could not keep his attention away from that white substance and again he would get near, and again them man would kick him away.

This went on until Timothy was visibly bleeding and his body hurt with unimaginable pain, as if one of his ribs were broken. He groaned and for a while was unable to move through the pain but just seeing that substance gave him enough willpower to crawl his way. He was beyond any doubt, an addict and of course the man stepping at his defenseless body knew this, for that man is Arvior Lu Gastra, son of the tycoon Valencio Lu Gastra who supplied over a millions with this toxic substance and exposed his back then 13-year-old adopted son to accompany him in these dealings.

Valencio taught Arvior how to deal, and bargain, and most of all to control people like Timothy. Valencio turned Arvior into the man he was today, ruthless and scheming but most of all he made sure that his son would never be able to escape his grasp, he did what he was best at, making people completely addicted to what he provided, and in that way Arvior became addicted not to the drug itself but to the power it granted, to the thrill of the chase. Valencio did not only make his child accustomed to the life of crime, he made the child dependent to it, which is why at present Arvior does everything he could to get back his power.

"This hurts me more than it hurts you Tim. I don't like having to punish you, truly I don't but when a dog does not do what he is told the master has to beat him right?"

Tim only groaned, his attention fixed on that addictive snow. Arvior sighed and pulled his hair towards him and looked him straight in the eye. "Bad dogs don't deserve treats. What are you Tim? Are you a good boy?"

Tim didn't react, he still has some resilience to him and his hatred for Arvior was still very much apparent. Arvior had to destroy it to have him under his control, even if he needed to use force. Arvior became more violent with his ways and again he punched Timothy.

"Who is your master?" Timothy looked at him with pure hatred and would remain silent. Arvior would punch him again.

"Who is your master?" Timothy would again look at him with resilience, and his torture would continue. This went on for another 2 hours and Timothy grinned almost growing numb from then pain but each time Arvior would increase the intensity of his pain. His beating went on until Timothy's eyes darkened, and his mind went blank, now a single thought lingered in him "make it stop". Timothy lost all hope, he wanted Arvior to kill him, what would be the point in living in a world deafened from his cries of agony, a world where no one ever accepted him, in a world where he was in the mercy of a cruel man and the drugs he held.

Arvior stopped the torture and sat him down in a wooden chair and again he asked him. "Who is your master?" but now no longer in an angry or forceful attitude but gentle and soft his expression showing a deep compassion. This Timothy didn't look away, didn't remark nor showed any emotions, with his empty eyes he looked at Arvior and stuttering and his mouth filled with his own blood he asked. "Who…is…my….master?" did one even exist? Timothy's mind was blank and only the face of his captor was visible to him, in this dusty room filled with cobwebs and empty boxes, barely lit by a single weak bulb, he could see only the man in front of him.

"I am your master." Arvior gently stroked his hair like that of a father to his child.

Timothy could only repeat what he hears that resonated again and again in his mind. "You are my master?"

"Yes Timothy I am your master, the only one who cares for you, the only one you care for. Do you understand? Everyone else is our enemy"

"Everyone…is…our…enemy" Arvior smiled at him and finally he allowed him to have his treat, which at first Timothy didn't recognize but as soon as he did came rushing towards it to partake, his whole body was I immense pain but he didn't care as soon as the drugs kicked in he didn't feel anything at all and he could only thank the man who gave this to him, the same man who hurt him, the same man who took away his future when he gave that drug that completely destroyed him.

Tim could still remember the first time he tasted a pill that later led him to harder drugs. He was only 12 then when his neighbor offered him that pink pill because Tim wouldn't stop crying after his mother left and yet again his father is day drinking in some bar leaving him alone and only his concerned neighbor, Billy would take care of him.

Billy was a sensible man in his late 30s who lived next to them in the slums. Billy was always kind to Tim and some days he would invite him over so he can stay there instead of his painful home and in Billy's home he had all sorts of sweets, video game consoles, and everything that a kid might want and if it wasn't there Tim could just ask and Billy would buy it for him. For the many years they have been neighbors Billy was the only one who cared about Timothy when even his parents wouldn't and to Tim, Billy was his savior and hope and everything Billy asked he did.

When Billy wanted some tools, Timothy was happy to be of help, groceries, even some house wares. This is how Timothy lived, he didn't even bother going to school anymore and in a few years the consequences caught up with him unable to get any decent jobs which is why he was forced to live with Billy, not that he had any complaints.

However, Billy wasn't perfect, for one he was a drug dealer and a user as well, that is how he made his living and often he would make Timothy his drug mule but Timothy knew this and gladly accepted, he wasn't concerned about the cops or the victims as long as he had the drugs and he had Billy he was fine, the only issue that came to Timothy was how years of drugs and living with only a man caused him to be sexually frustrated, something that being a peeping tom temporarily cured for him. When Arvior caught him this was only one of his usual days but as soon as he lost his phone everything changed. Often he could not go everywhere he wanted anymore because he would get suspicious looks from people who knew him from the viral video of him being caught peeping, then Billy became furious for taking his phone without permission and losing it, along with the fact that cops had an eye on him, this was enough cause for Billy to kick him out of the only home that Timothy ever knew. With nowhere else to go Timothy became a beggar, but there was little profit for him and any he had was spent on drugs from Billy who still sold it to him. Timothy blamed everything on Arvior but deep inside he also blamed himself, he blamed Billy, he blamed his worthless parent. He wanted the world to burn…while he was still on it.