"Nothing is happening to her, man," Frank said, his voice as smooth as silk despite the way he was slamming into my mouth. He didn't even skip a beat. He was clearly enjoying the whole situation, and there wasn't an atom of guilt in his eyes. I was wrong when I said I'd woken the beast in him—it had always been there, just waiting for me.

"She's just eating a spicy sausage I gave her," he lied effortlessly. "You know how she is with pepper. It went down the wrong way, and she’s coughing and gagging over her water. She’s fine, just being a bit dramatic."

I heard my dad...