“Yeah, it must be,” I speak up, and he frowns at me.
“I prefer you when you’re not fucking talking back,” he snarls at me. “You’re prettier with your mouth shut, bitch.”
“But I’ve got something to say,” I go on, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Spit it out then,” he demands. “I’m all fucking ears.”
“I… I know what your father did,” I manage to get out.
“Huh?” He seems genuinely confused, but there’s a tone of hostility to his voice, one that he’s desperate to keep out, pretending everything’s okay, that he isn’t nervous as hell of what I’m about to say. “What do you mean?”
“To your mom,” I go on, my heart threatening to hammer straight out of my chest.
“What do you think you know?” he asks me, his voice teeming with anger.
“I know everything,” I purr, getting more and more confident as his gaze grows panicked. “I know what he did to her. I know how she got pregnant with you, Caspian. I know he fucking raped her-”
“Shut up,” he snarls at me, covering his ears with his hands. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”
I know I’ve struck a nerve now, and I smirk, advancing on him and whispering, “He raped her, Caspian. Do you think that changed you as a person, being the product of such a heinous act? He forced her… he made her… he took the choice away from her. That’s what made you so messed up, and you fucking know it. That’s why you’re so goddamn broken.”
“Fuck you,” he snarls at me, and just as I’m about to push past him, right out of the cubicle, he grabs me by the throat, walking me back inside and slamming me against the wall. “You have no right to talk about that! No fucking right, Pandora!”
I can’t get a single word out his grip is so relentless. I struggle against his firm grasp, but he doesn’t give in. His eyes glaze over with hatred like I’ve never seen before. It scares me.
“You’re going to pay for what you said now,” he tells me darkly. “You’re going to pay for fucking everything.”
He lets go of me for a moment, and I struggle to catch my breath, snarling at him, “You’re just the same as him, Caspian! You’re the same as your fucking father.”
“No, I’m not,” he grinds out at me. “Because you fucking want this.”
“I don’t!” I cry out. “I don’t fucking want it.”
“You’re asking for it. Every fucking day you’re asking for us to do this to you!”
“You’re an idiot,” I tell him. “You’d think a fucking rock was asking for it, Caspian, you fucking piece of-”
“What the hell is going on here?”
We both turn around, red-faced and gasping for air as Dexter appears in the doorway of the bathroom, glaring at us.
“I see you’re having a party without me,” Dexter goes on. “I never approved this, did I?”
“She’s not your property anymore,” Caspian hurls at him. “She’s fucking fair game, and you know it.”
“True,” Dexter says easily, making me more afraid than ever.
“No, Dexter,” I beg him, taking a step forward and grabbing at him, but he steps out of my reach as if I’m about to infect him with something merely by touching him. “Please, don’t listen to him. You’re all I have, you have to protect me, please Dex… You can’t just take from me, you need to give something too.”
“I think it’s too little too late for that,” he tells me with a heavy, dramatic sigh. “You had our chance and you blew it, toy. Now what use do I have for you? I don’t need you anymore, do I? Unless you’re ready to offer something to me… something I can’t resist.”
“L-Like what?” I’m stuttering, knowing he’s got the upper hand yet again.
“Like another hole for me to fuck,” he mutters with a devious smile. “I think I’m in the mood for your ass tonight, little toy. I’ve been wanting to have it for so fucking long…”
“No,” I say, the horror I feel dripping from my voice. “Please don’t. Please don’t make me do it, please don’t make me Dexter, I don’t want it, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.”
“Well, what do you want?” he asks thoughtfully, touching his fingertips to his chin. “Tell me, toy, maybe I’ll grant your fucking wish.”