Justin POV:
I laid her on the mattress, tucking the blanket around her like it mattered. She didn't fight, didn't pull away. But she didn't reach for me either.
I sat beside her, my elbows on my knees, head in my hands. Breathing hurt. Thinking hurt worse.
"Baby, I don't know how to do this," I whispered, voice raw. "They want me to... They want me to force you. And I can't. I can't fucking do that to you."
She didn't react.
I lifted my head, staring at the camera. Let them see. Let them hear.
"I love her," I rasped. "You sick bastards. You think this is data, but this is my fucking heart. And you've broken her."
June stirred at the sound of my voice, but only barely.
I turned back to her, brushing my fingers down her arm. "Hey," I murmured. "Can you hear me? It's me. Justin. Your idiot boyfriend. The one who can't dance and burns toast every damn morning."
Nothing.
My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside.
Maybe… maybe touch will help.
