"Yeah," Luther says, shoulders slumping. "I could see it in her face, that she was going to try, and I-- I didn't want to believe that. She rumored me into staying there. Then she rumored me... she said, I heard a rumor you want me. You're... aware of what's happening."

He stops to suck in a breath, not sure if it's fear or anger that sets his jaw.

"I wasn't me, how I... the rumor just made me act, and I got rough, and she got scared." Eyes squeezing shut, he says maybe the worst part. "She called it off, but if she couldn't? If she couldn't stop me, I would have raped her."

Dropping his elbows to his knees, he hides his face in his dirty hands. "She wouldn't have just gotten into my head, she would have made me that."