Carver nods slowly. "I'm more his type," he says softly.

He's noticed certain things. Less about how the leader fucked him, which felt pretty much like all the others, but more about the shit he said. The tone he took. The things he implied.

"Maybe because I'm younger. Or not white." Carver works his jaw. Exhales. "I stop reacting to it, he's gonna wanna shock me out of it. Won't wanna let the others do it. He might try it with you, too. I don't know."

It was hard to focus in the middle. To think tactically.