“Stop,” I beg. “I don’t deserve this.” “You’re right,” Abaddon says as he places another kiss on my flesh. “Neither do I. Neither does Asmodeus. We were kids, taken by a madman and forced to partake in horrors no child should.” “Stop, Abaddon. All this makes the pain worse.” “Can’t be any worse than the wounds that you keep reopening. They’ll never heal if you keep doing this shit.”
