Wednesday, August 1st
Patrick hid in one of the "slave rooms", pressed into the corner of the shower, his knees up. Hot water rained around him, but it couldn't wash away the last five days. He'd tried to help James; tried to spare him from the worst of Troy's lust, but he couldn't take anymore. One more night and he would snap.
He took a long deep breath. He was in his sanctuary, or what he tried to pretend was a sanctuary. It was really a bedroom meant for a human slave and unoccupied at the moment. While Troy did his daily whatever, Patrick hid there, and tried to pretend that he was safe, even though he knew better.
He forced himself to get out of the shower, dry off, and dress. Troy would come looking for him any moment, demanding to know what the f**k he was doing, and order him b
