Tyler stared at Mr. Dun, his vision blurring as his took the man's appearance in. He eyed his red suit and bruised hands, his whole body trembling as he tried to think of a way to escape the situation he had gotten himself into.

"You froze, didn't you?" Mr. Dun hummed, his accent thick and rough.

Tyler swallowed the lump in his throat. "How did you know?"

"Did you really think it was real?" Mr. Dun scoffed.

Tyler nearly whimpered. The ICE agents weren't real. They were a test, designed to see how Tyler would react under pressure. And he had definitely failed.

"I need bravery," Mr. Dun said. "My son needs to be protected. You don't have to be physically strong for that, though. It's mental. You're not mentally strong or physically strong, though, are you?"

Tyler didn't bothering replying. They both knew the answer.

Instead, he ignored what Mr. Dun had said and asked his own question. "Where are you taking me?"

Mr. Dun's hand twitched slightly, the gun he was still pointing at Tyler shifting as he did so. "Rude, too. What was I thinking?"

"You're gonna kill me, aren't you?" Tyler whispered as the realisation dawned on him.

Mr. Dun looked him in the eye for the first time. "I'm sorry, but I have no choice. Don't worry, though. It will be quick; painless. You don't deserve to suffer."

Tyler's eyes brimmed with tears. "I don't deserve to die."

Mr. Dun nodded. "No, you don't. But you have to. You're young and sociable, huh? You have lots of friends. You would talk. I can't have that."

Tyler let his demeanour weaken as a sob wracked through his body. He grinned the leather seat of the car he was in and looked at the door, wondering if he could open it and throw himself out. He would be hurt, but he'd survive. The streets were empty, so another car wouldn't hit him. He would be okay.

Tyler threw himself to the door and tried to pull the handle, only to find that it was locked. He banged on the door, trying desperately to open it or at least smash the glass. Mr. Dun grabbed his wrist and pulled, the action turning Tyler's body towards him.

"I don't like scratches on my car," he hissed, his fingernails digging into Tyler's wrist.

Tyler looked towards the driver, who didn't even glance in Tyler's direction. Tyler let out a cry and struggled to pull himself out of Mr. Dun's grip, but the man didn't budge.

"Stop, child," he warned, "or I'll draw out your death so much that you'll wish you were never even born."

"I won't tell anyone," Tyler sobbed. "I promise. I haven't told anyone about it, okay? You chose me, and my family, for a reason. Who else it there? You want to keep your son happy, don't you? Keep me alive. Please."

Mr. Dun ignored him. "When I heard that my boy was as taken, I immediately cane to America. We sent him here to stop that, no? So why was it still happening?" He paused and tightened his grip on Tyler's wrist. "And, of course, it was your family behind it. I thought I could give you a chance, but you failed that, too. You're too much of a hassle to keep around, boy. This is for Joshua's safety."

"Just let me go," Tyler begged. "I'll do anything. I won't speak, I won't tell anyone. Just let me go. Let me live. You won't regret it, I promise. I'll be better, okay? I'll be perfect."

Mr. Dun scoffed. "Silence, boy. Your voice alone annoys me. Your begging is cowardly and childish. Be quiet, and I'll kill you quickly."

"I'm sixteen," Tyler whispered. "I'm a kid. I don't- I don't have my licence. I'm not gonna finish school. I'm not gonna grow up. I'm not- I'm not-" he cut himself off with a sob, the sound soon dissipating into heavy breathing.

Mr. Dun shook his head. "Pathetic," he mumbled.

Tyler didn't care. He leant forward, his body involuntarily rocking as he descended into the worst panic attack he had ever had. His heart clenched, and he could swear that he was about to die. It felt like a hand had been shoved down his throat and was rifling through his organs, slicing through them and pulling them until they broke. He clawed at his own skin, ignoring the sting it created as droplets of blood rose beneath his fingernails.

With one last gasp, his body lurched, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.