Chapter 16Around ten, Adam wandered back to his room, ready to collapse into bed. But his earlier talk with Mei gave him other ideas. He tried sleeping, but the buzzing in his brain refused to quiet. Snippets of the conversation played on a never ending loop until he thought he might go mad.
Frustrated, Adam tossed aside the bedsheets and threw on the light. He started pacing, wearing a groove into the rug, an imprint in the plush carpeting. He paused only to retrieve a bottle of too warm vodka hidden away at the bottom of his closet.
Adam sipped it straight, grimacing through the taste. With each sip, the darker his thoughts turned. He relived the terrible things Ian had forced upon him. The mind games, physical and mental torture. And even still, despite everything, Adam longed for him
