Chapter 8Three days passed without reprieve, and hope for freedom grew fainter. Rescue was a far dimmer light. And still, Ian clung to its possibility. His pride kept him fighting, though, with each passing day, he drew closer to death. Ian had dealt with his fair share of torture. But the psychopathic tricks Grady had up his sleeve were the stuff of nightmares. No rest, no food, and ceaseless, unrelenting torment. Ian battled to keep from allowing the allure of darkness to take him.
His mind retreated, desperate to escape the unending beatings, the sickening snap of his bones. Ian cocooned in the safety of his dreams. Dreams of life, freedom, of Adam. He sank into his fantasy, drawing Adam’s face into memory, careful in his recreation of every detail. Yet, as the sketch drew sharper into
