Iestyn felt sick and dizzy and terrified. He whimpered softly, the only sound he could make with his throat iced up.
This was literally his worst nightmare. There was only one thing worse than this in his whole imagination, and that was seeing Addy and Evie suffer, but this, this was worst case scenario. This was the sort of shit he'd discussed with his therapist and it had been called catastrophising. Well, guess what, therapist, this was a fucking catastrophe.
"Please stop." He was almost surprised at himself for speaking, caught in this horror as he was.