The ten year old boy strained against the bonds that binded his hands and feet but to no success. His energy was gone, he was exhausted.
"You are a disappointment." His fathers voice resounded in the room.
Akira turned his heated gaze to his father.
"At least you show much hatred and anger little weakling." He let out a half laugh.
Akira growled at him. It was all he could do.
His father merely stared at him. "If you can unbind yourself before dinner you may eat. If not then you might want to hurry for breakfast for you will not have a single bite until you have released yourself. Good luck." He turned without a second glance and left.
Akira lay there for sometime. It always happened this way. He failed they took the vitals away from him. Either food or water.
His stomach growled as if reminding him to hurry else he would starve tonight. He tried and tried as he might he could not seem to succeed.
. . . . .
Dinner came and went as well as breakfast. It had taken him three days to finally tear the bonds apart.