Chapter 33
Stefan slept that night in the spare room. It was just like crashing at a friend’s house.
Except he was stripped, everything taken from him, and the door locked from the outside.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” Daz said before locking him in, and then Stefan was trapped.
And a little more securely than before, too—shutters had been fitted over the outside of the window, and were secured with a heavy padlock. Even the view of the garage roof had been removed.
And yet, Stefan couldn’t bring himself to argue.
Whatever Daz did to him, Stefan had decided, it was better than what Stefan had tried to do to himself. He needed that control. He needed someone to set the boundaries for him. To own him. And without it—
He ended up sucking off drug dealers in exchange for any substance t
