En cours de chargement...
I was too old for him. My foster son was only seventeen when he came to live with me as a deviant boy who starred me in his dark fantasies. Each day he spent under my roof was a day I spent in torment. I thought things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong. Years later, he's back. Crueler. Sicker. Violent. I'm chained to a bed in his basement while Arseni dangles the key. He only wants one thing. Me.