22 GREYSON Fondled at age eight. Sucked at nine. Sodomized at ten—a mere f*****g week before I’d met him for the first time. All ending with Quell’s “gift” coating his skin, done in the name of forgiveness and godly love. I fought to keep from vomiting, my head tipped back against the couch we’d made our way to, Blaine tucked up against my side like the child his voice suggested he was. Timid and terrified, he trembled against me, and I couldn’t begin to imagine the racket in his head. The words continued to pour from him, a torrent of sick filth that had poisoned him for most of his life. Once the f**k face Quell had his fill, Blaine been gifted to his wife Clara for “aftercare.” The stately, raven-haired, blue-eyed cunt probed and prodded, licked, and sucked to clean Blaine of h