He crouches against the wall, holding an old and worn out teddy bear in his arms. His scared eyes try to find just a little piece of light. He doesn’t know how long he's been here. He doesn’t understand why he’s here. He’s just a child. He can’t figure out what happened. The only thing he knows is that when the door opens, there won’t be any mother to grab him in her arms and save him from his fear. When the door opens, there will be that terrible man. He doesn’t know him. He doesn’t understand what wrong he has done to him.

Click of the door.

He shivers with fear, pressing teddy bear a bit tighter. Maybe he hopes it will protect him. He hides his face in its smelly fur. He doesn’t even know it’s a metal smell of blood. Tears appear in his eyes; his body isn’t able to move because of the fear. The coldness tortures him as he presses against the cold wall. He closes his eyes, praying he will wake up, realizing it was just a horrible nightmare. However he feels somewhere in his heart this isn’t just a bad dream. Because even in the worst dream...there couldn’t so much pain.

Creak of the stairs.

Sobs, running from his throat, suffocate him. He shakes uncontrollably, begging anybody not to come. He begs not to hurt him. He begs to let him go. He wants to go home so much. To his mummy. He wants her warm embrace. He wants to hear her shouting from the kitchen to come for the pie, which smells good all around the house.

Steps.

Somebody is closer and closer. His heart beats fast, his fingers hurt from the hard grip of the teddy bear. He can hear the door handle moving. In that moment the bright light breaks into the dark room. But after a while there is murk again. But know he’s not alone. He can see the dark silhouette drawing near.

Pain.

Even if he cries, there’s nobody who could hear him. Nobody who could help him. He can try to fight. But he can’t push a massive body away with his small and weak hands. He can’t escape from the big paws touching his body. He’s too young to know what the man is doing. He’s too innocent to bear this insane pain. But he still cries. He shouts, even if his throat is in fire. But it can’t help him. He can’t escape. He can’t do anything...

A/N: I hope you like thi short prologue (chaptures will be longer). Please, write me which mistakes you found in my english to improve it to another chapture ^^