Danny kissed Rachel again, letting his proximity to her calm him down. God, she was perfect. "You want to know what would have happened if my friends hadn't come to rescue me? There was a loose spring on your bed and I was prying it free. I was going to dig it into my wrists and bleed out on your goddamn mattress because you don't own me. No matter what I said or did...no matter what I begged you to do because you tortured and starved me...you never owned me, you piece of shit."

Danny glanced back at his friends and lifted the corners of his mouth into a small smile before continuing. "And you almost broke me. I tried to- No. No, I died. I died five fucking times and burned my heart to a crisp, but I'm still here, so I'm not broken. And I don't give a shit what you say to me because if I survived that, I can survive anything. You're not going to get out. You're not going to get ahold of me again. And fucking hell, even if you do, I'm not going to break for you."