"STOP, STOP, PLEASE." Jeffrey is crying on the floor like a baby.
For the past 45 minutes, I have tortured him with feelings of pain, sadness, and images of him being ripped apart. With small breaks, so that I don't exhaust myself too much.
I started with mild feelings of pain, mostly directed at himself. And to say it was satisfying to see how shocked he was, when he realized I was doing it, is an understatement.
He didn't know what hit him. But unfortunately for us, he still wouldn't talk. So after a few tries I made the pain a bit more intense.
He screamed in pain but still kept his mouth shut. Then Aida came up with an idea. We're sure he has a mate because we can see his mark.
She wanted him to experience what it would be like to lose his mate. It was Elliot's idea to walk a
