(Intense but with humor and love) As a young boy, CAM is kidnapped by his stepfather, who runs a deadly child pornography ring. As CAM turns 18 in a windowless, locked basement room, the ring graduates to snuff films. Managing to escape as his own murder scene is being set up, CAM flounders through a snowstorm until a trucker finds him by the side of the road. Finally reunited with his grandfather, CAM remembers his real name: Kit. His adventures and misadventures are not yet over, and the horror of his years of abuse by faceless men continues to haunt him even as the pornography ring members seek to ensure that those memories are stilled ... forever. Can an unlikely group of family and friends save Kit's life and help him to heal?
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay, Straight, Transgender
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 3 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Bodyguard/Guardian Angel, Criminals & Outlaws, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Rescue
Word Count: 112000
Languages Available: English
That had been his childhood’s end, stolen from him in one quick minute. That had been his adolescence, stolen from him before it even began. That had been his innocence stolen from him, one sordid event at a time, held prisoner in a basement storage room, and – here he blanked out his mind, or it shorted out on him, whichever. Now was now, and the past could bloody well stay the past. Here he was in a truck, oddly enough, so very similar to the one that had started it all; and appropriately, now would help him put an end to it.
Oh yeah, it would end. Cam had learned that he wasn’t the only boy they – ha! – “they!” had done this to, not the only one ruined. So far, the only one not killed, so far, the only one with enough inside information to put all those men in jail and their business – and pleasure – out of business.
Mel climbed back into the truck. He’d brought sandwiches and cokes. He smiled to see his passenger sitting up, awake.
The boy had hazel eyes turning to green. His face was flushed and although he was trembling, he had a look on his face that Mel could just not label.
“You doing OK?” Mel asked.
Cam, having searched inside for his perseverance – his lifesaver, asked softly, “Do you have any paper? I have to write some things down.”
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