killbilled:

”Fight back,” Adam growled at Ronan, thin, desperate, an animal dragged by the neck.
He grabbed Adam’s wrists. They felt frail, snappable, cold. The choice was death or hurting Adam, which wasn’t much of a choice at all.
                                                                                           "Stop me!” Adam begged. 

It seemed it should have been simple: There were four of them, one of Adam. But none of them wanted to hurt Adam Parrish, no matter how violent he had become.