Danny leaned into the embrace, so grateful his girlfriend was there with him. He didn't have to pretend any more. He didn't have to say disgusting things that he hated. "I don't love you," Danny whispered over Rachel's shoulder. "I don't love you, I hate you. I don't give a shit what you are, it doesn't excuse what you did to me! How you tortured me. FUCK you."

Dylan watched his friend berate Greg and he couldn't help feeling bitterly proud. Deirdre stepped up beside him, reaching out to pull her brother close.

"Daniel, I did it because I need you," Greg insisted.

"NO! You need- You need to be fucking castrated," Danny yelled, letting go of Rachel in the fear that he might hurt her. He knew he was getting worked up, but he didn't care. He had spent nearly ten minutes pretending to be in love with this man, it was to be expected.

"Dan-"

"My name isn't fucking DAN!" Danny screamed. "I demand respect, Greg. Isn't that right?" He stepped forward, his eyes flashing. "Isn't that what you said to me? I think from now on you can call me sir."

"Fuck you," Greg hissed at him.

"Never again, you fucking monster," Danny growled, and before he could stop himself, his hand shot out, grabbed Greg's pinkie finger and bent it backward until he felt and heard it snap and Greg screamed.