Prologue
He tossed and turned in his bed. Images were running through his mind, a man in front of him, smiling. He screamed, "No, get away from me; I don't want you, no please, no!" The man moved closer, grabbing his wrists, "Ready to play, pretty- boy?"
Mickey Webb sat up in bed and threw the covers off; he glanced over at his alarm clock, 6:30 am. He decided to get up and get ready for work, his alarm would be going in half and hours time anyway, and he doubted he would be able to get back to sleep.
That was the fourth nightmare he had had that week, all of them had featured his rapist, Martin Delaney, although nearly five years had passes since the incident Mickey was still suffering. He was beginning to think the suffering would never stop.