Chapter 4

The slap echoed through his ears, making his skin crawl.

Wes deserved much, much better treatment than this.

"B

ol'she," Wes said breathily.

"Please."

Connor could feel Luc shake his head and move further back into the closet, but he couldn't help but look back through the crack in the door, clenching his fist as Sokolov climbed off the bed, kneeling by the edge and grabbing Wes by the ankles and flipping him over –

He held his breath as Sokolov yanked Wes down the bed, burying his face between his –

Well, fuck,

Connor thought, unable to look away.