Rhys' heavy eyes started to drift closed, and everything went black.
But then he heard it again, the sound of the familiar footsteps, he knew he was coming back. He never stopped until he had passed out.
He had said he loved hearing him beg so begging him to stop had done nothing but made everything worse.
"Hello boy, miss me?"
He was back.
"No!" He gasped , his eyes blinking open as he tried to pull himself from sleep, feeling them burn and sting from the tears in them.
His chest was heaving as he sucked in sharp breaths, darting his eyes around the room frantically as he swallowed the dry feeling in his throat and tried to figure out where he was.
His blurry eyes tried to adjust, as he squinted around the room, bringing his hands up to wipe
his eyes.
He had just relieved one of the worst moments of his life in his dreams - the day he was kidnapped.
