Chapter Forty

The call logs from the previous night were right before Tristan’s eyes. There was one missed call to Oliver and another that he had picked up.

But, before that, there were six missed calls to someone else.

The number that Tristan had just typed in his messages was staring at him from his recent call logs with the number 6 in a bracket next to it.

X-X-X-X

Earlier, every time Roth had that dream, it ended at the pain Roth had felt when that man kept drilling inside him. Every time Roth had woken up covered in sweat, panicking. Every time Roth forced himself to open his eyes because he felt like he wanted to escape.

Every time that man had his hold tight on Roth, Roth managed to escape by waking up.

But this time, he did not. Roth had not escaped this time - was it because the man’s grip got tighter or Roth’s desire to escape became weaker?

Roth didn’t know.

This was the first time that he had woken up from that dream covered in cum, and not sweat. This was the first time it had no