WHO THE FUCK IS THE CEO ??

DAMIAN’s POV

“No! Don’t hurt my son, please.”

“Take me… Don’t hurt my boy. Leave him alone, please." The desperate, anguish cries of a woman echoed.

My hands and legs were tied tightly as I lay on the cold, unforgiving floor.

The ropes were biting into my young skin; the room seemed immense and oppressing as shadows overwhelmed me.

I shivered in fear. My breaths were shallow; each gasp was a struggle against the heavy weight of my restraints.

A man’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, moving closer with deliberate, dangerous steps. His face was a blur; the wide wicked grin on his face couldn’t be missed.

“Don’t touch him! Don’t touch my son, please.”

My eyes darted to where my mother lay, crying in anguish as she was in ropes.

She struggled to crawl and wiggle her way towards where I was, cowering in fear but she got no where.

The man’s grin widened, a glint of metal catching the dim light.

With not enough time to make sense of anything, the sharp object sliced