“I’ve seen the girls you hang out with, Blake,” I continue, a victorious smile painted on my lips. “There’s so much plastic in them that they’re unknowingly saving the ocean’s turtles.”
“Just because he worked with Ella doesn’t make him a predator,” she scoffs critically. “He’s a bastard who harasses and assaults women,” Blake states flatly. “He belongs in a jail cell.”
“Do you consider him asking her if she wants a dildo that was made from a silicone mold of his dick harassment?” Blake’s so angry that he’s visibly shakings. “Or how about when he choked her and then tried to force himself on her? Is that considered assault?”