"Maybe there was one of them and it kept fucking girls," he muttered, not pulling his hand away from her touch. If anything he drank in the comfort, even though his pride wouldn't let him bow into her arms. Would it be so fucking terrible to be weak for once? he thought bitterly, but squashed the thought before it could truly grow wings.
He kept his chin on his knees, his eyes focused on the floor between his boots. The dirty sheets that smelled like his skin, his sweat, the girls he fucked. Mostly Leigh but some others too.
"He's a fucking pussy. He should've told me when he got me. I'm not some fucking weird animal for his zoo. Why the fuck didn't he say anything to me? Fucking bitch," Charlie said venomously, but his voice was more sulky and low than before. "I'm gonna kick his fucking ass I ever get the chance."