Plead.

Plead.

"Just—just don't hurt him, sir. Please!" I articulated to him while both hands folded with entwined fingers in front of him beseechingly. “Please… Not him..”

"I won't have to, you see, little one.” I stared.

“If you will listen to me, I won't have to do a thing," he alluded, gazing yet again. “It's simple; just do as you're told.”

The silence was what he got as voices inside my head started to chant out:

You have to go with him now. You don't have a choice anymore. Do you? No. You couldn't exactly leave your little brother alone with them. With him! Would you? Another certain voice at the back of my mind shuddered out. Within my own turmoils of my inner notions, I did not realise what happened next as it spurted like flopping birds in the mountains.

"We have wasted more than enough time already. I cannot afford to waste more time; moreover, let's just get going."

Bending a little more in my direction, he took my hand, which was prodding in the grime of the splotchy road