CHAPTER 164 Locked In

　　~ MACK ~

　　I slept in the next morning because it had been the small hours of the morning before I’d been able to sleep. I’d spent the whole night wracked with guilt and self-loathing, anger and injustice and… just weary. The wrong kind of weary. Bone-weary and with nowhere left to fight.

　　She was right. I hated it, but she was right. I’d been not-even-eighteen years old and somehow in my mind I’d decided that finding other females, getting them to smile, getting them to give their bodies to me would make me feel better.

　　Three years later and I couldn’t remember a time when it actually had.

　　The hunt was thrilling sometimes. But mostly just felt like running from something I didn’t want to see.

　　And she was going to make me see it.