Chapter 25 Twenty Five

• "O... No... Get away from me... Don't touch me..." Adonis's lips trembled, his brows contorted in anguish. His voice cracked, pleading for mercy.
• He couldn't see anything but he felt hands crawling all over him, caressing and touching, sending shivers down his spine. He was tightly secured to a chair. His wrists strained against the restraints, but they held firm, biting into his skin. Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking his hair.
• "Be a good boy, Adonis..." A menacing whisper breathed against his ear, making his skin crawl.