Where Are The People That Accuse Me (The Ones Who Beat Me Down And Bruise Me)
"I needed to protect you," he muttered, rocking slowly back and forth. 'A finger trailed down his cheek, nails scratching lightly across his skin.' "Don't let them touch you, Jason." He shivered, shying away from the whispers of skin still ruining him. "Don't let them-" Breathing hurt. His cuffed fingers clenched arou...