He let out a sharp, dry sob, his head dropping against her shoulder. "You never gave me a chance to be myself, Geney. Always pushing me into those beds... always forcing me to touch those women... and every single time... they couldn't satisfy me. I felt absolutely nothing. I felt like a machine running on empty grease because my body was never meant for them!"
Geney sat completely paralyzed, her jaw wide open as the words struck her ears like a physical hammer. She slowly turned her head toward the left side of the seat, her eyes burning with hatred as she locked her gaze onto Dahmer's profile.
"What have you done to him?" Geney hissed, her fingers clawing at the leather upholstery until the seams groaned. "What did your GEM chemicals do to my son's brain, Dahmer Lukas?! Has the perverted, twisted ways of your family also been permanently branded into his mind? What kind of stupidity is he spitting out right now?!"
