Derek fidgeted with the dildo, rolling it between his palms, sliding his thumb over the head, the base. "I wish things were different," he answered, at length.
"I'd like to think that if you were a born slave rather than captured, they would be," he admitted. "But I don't hate you for it, Stiles. I don't see the point on looking back at the past...we are where we are now. We can't unsay what has been said...can't undo what's already been done. The only thing we can do is...change the future."