"You paid to fuck me, Asher! What I give willingly to you whenever you touch me, you paid for."

Nathaniel's hands ball at his sides.

"You bought me, fucked me, and you..." He shakes his head. "Why?" Nathaniel feels it well up inside him again, fury and love and confusion. "You made me like it! Why? Tell me, Asher, because I don't understand how someone I love, and who says he loves me, could use me like that, and I need to. I need to understand so it'll make this... this... God! Why?" he practically begs.