Played. Cheated. Moved. I'm stuck, broken and lost. I hate him. I hate his violence. I hate us. I hate our ship. I can move, I just need to plan it carefully. Everyday is a new challenge. I'm a living chess piece. --------------------- Connor faces his boyfriend, Troye, as he gets kicked and drawn to the floor. His only move is too run and too keep on running. Every move who takes is one step closer to the top. Will he get there? What does he have to do?