Walking toward Dave, who had begun to hyperventilate, Aiden enjoyed how desperately Dave struggled to crawl backward.

The sound of Dave's erratic breathing, those shallow gaps punctuated by panicked whimpers, were all like music to Aiden's ears. And it was time for him to dance to that music.

Dave's wrists were useless in helping him move. Instead, he used his elbows to try to crawl, pushing himself weakly against the cold floor.

The cold floor bit his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead, ...