“I found one of the three.” Her heart stopped. She knew, immediately knew, what he was talking about. One of the three men who had abused her. Her arousal began to simmer down at the memories. One of his hands gripped her jaw, rooting her to the present. "I ended him.” His nose found her nose, brushing it once in a gesture so soft she wanted him to do it again immediately. “I cut his hands off—” his nose went down her neck “—then his tongue—” down her breasts, his breath on her rigid nipples “—then his little dick.” All parts that had touched her.
