Dear readers, this chapter contains upsetting themes like detailed torture and abuse of a minor. If these themes triggers you in any way, shape or form, please skip the chapter entirely. Your safety and pleasure is my priority. I would never purposefully harm anyone for the sake of telling this story, and although this chapter is important to the overall plot, it is not worth your mental health!
Fifteen years ago.
Leo sat pressed to one of the armchairs in the room. It was a room he had seen a hundred times over. Dominic's living room. It was minimalistic at its core, all neat surfaces, sleek edges and sharp lighting, oddly reminiscent of an operating theater. It amused him how he always managed to make the strangest correlations in his head.
