“No—he—he made me feel really good actually.” “Kaelin, that’s still rape.” “I know,” she looked miserable. “But he was the only one who protected me in there. He said he’d try and come back to get me out.” “And you believed him?” I asked darkly. “I had no reason not to,” she shrugged. “It doesn’t matter—” I said flatly. “If anyone comes close to you again, I’m going to kill them. What kind of sick fuck goes to a place like the Warren and makes someone feel good?”
