“Who sent you to the doctors?”
“Ninety.”
“No. Who sent you there?”
“The guard stabbed me an-and allows the-them inside.”
“No,”he snaps, angrier.“Who. Sent. You?”
“The other inmates?” I cry, turning on my back, crossing my hands over my crotch as I bite on the inside of my lip.
Asher climbs over me, protecting me from anyone getting access but he’s forgotten it never works. They always send him away.
Not now. He stays so I’m right. It’s not ninety, it’s eighty-nine.
“Delilah. She’s the reason you’re here. She’s the reason they’ll come in here. She’s the reason they rape you!”
“No!” I scream back. “It’s notthat.”
It’s not. It’s not. It’s not. It’s not. They’re fighting me. It’s different. It’s not a word that makes me weak, pathetic, damaged, unclean.
He argues with me, gripping my jaw so tightly my teeth ache as I’m forced to remain still. Just like the others, he controls what my body can do as his pale green eyes—eyes which were once like mine—bore into my desolate ones.“It. Is. And it’s all her fault. Don’t you fucking dare forget she broke my reflection. Are you listening to me, Kane?”
“It’s not,” I mumble. “This is different.”
He tightens his fingers, his palm slipping over my mouth to stop me speaking.
“Theyrape you. Theyrapeyou. They rapeyou.”
I try to shake my head but it’s no use with his tight grasp on my face.
“That’s why you get stitched up. Do you like wearing the diapers?”
My eyes tremble, erratically moving side to side to convey no.
“Exactly! Who put you in here so that happens to you?”he asks, removing his hand from my face.
I audibly gulp before I ask, “Delilah?”
“Yes, tell me what she did.”
“She sent me away?”
“Yes, and?”
I fall silent because there has to be a reason when she loves me. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have laid in my bed, watching the stars while I watched her.
Asher punches the floor beside my head, snapping,“Don’t be fucking weak! She did this! She did it to you. Say it!”When I don’t do what he wants, he slaps his fingers against my cheek, taunting me.“She doesn’t love you. All those times she fucked you, she’d fuck me right after. She’d kiss you after sucking my cock while my cum was still on her fucking teeth.”
“No!”
He tightens his thighs around my arms, locking them at my sides.“She used you because she’s a whore. Now she’s using you again because you’re fucking weak.”
“No.” I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut as I argue, “She loves me. It was always supposed to be me and Delilah, but you scared her.”
He slaps me again, forcing my eyes to open.“She fucked you. Delilah doesn’t love anyone apart from herself. Remember howyou begged her, how you asked her to save you. She didn’t, did she? No, she made sure you rot, abused for that bitch’s crimes.”
I shake my head again as he attacks me.
