A muffled cry came out of the boy's mouth that was covered with tape. Turner smiled softly and squatted down to meet the boy's watery golden eyes.
"Welcome home, son," he whispered as he picked him up and carried him on his shoulders. The boy tried to escape the man's grasp by kicking and punching as hard as he could, but the difference in body size was incomparable.
The house was small and dark; it had a cold tangible feeling that surrounded the black walls and kept the house from ever gaining warmth. Turner liked this feeling the most out of the house, he liked that even in the warmest days of the year, the house would remain cold, as he'd be able to keep his collection intact. He closed the door and locked it confidently, "young boy, what's your name?" He scratched his head at the sound of silence and the reminder that the kid's mouth was still covered.
"Right, my bad.." He proceeded to take off the tape gently from his mouth. The boy then approached his opportunity and started screaming for help, he ran to the door and attempted to unlock the door, but the handle was too far up for him to reach. Turner made his way slowly towards the kid, and he mimicked the boy's cries, which surprisingly shut the boy down. Now in silence, Turner spoke again, "what's your name, young boy?"
"Wha- what do you want from me! Go away! MOMMY! Help me please! SOMEONE COME AND HELP ME!!!" The boy screamed at the top of his lungs and pressed his back against the door. Turner's expression remained the same as he calmly put his hand on the boy's shoulders.
"I asked you a question. Be a good boy and answer." His voice was gentle and unalarming, which made the boy less scared. He thought to himself that if he answered the question, perhaps the man would let him go.
"My name is.. Daniel." The boy looked to the side and tried to avoid the man's sight by looking at the walls.
"Daniel, I see. I don't like that name." Turner paused in thought.
"Seemingly you're quite small, I'll call you Weasel."
"What's.. that?" Ignoring the man's comment, he pointed at the wall."
"Ah. Yes, my collection."