I was too old for him.
My foster son was only seventeen when he came to live with me as a deviant boy who starred me in his dark fantasies. Each day he spent under my roof was a day I spent in torment. I thought things couldn't get any worse.
I was wrong.
Years later, he's back.
Crueler. Sicker. Violent.
I'm chained to a bed in his basement while Arseni dangles the key. He only wants one thing…
Me.
