Most people would probably be terrified, but after the things Luka lived through in Afghanistan, and the fact he was pretty distinctly fucked in the head because of it these days, all that intimidated him the most about this was being held against the wall and it was very rapidly dragging him back to the time he got raped in a back alley. "Let go of me, or I'll scream blue fucking murder," he warned her quietly, not fighting at her at all. "I know you're trying to scare me, but right now, all I'm feeling like is that you're about to rape me, so let me the fuck go."

The longer she held him there, though, he was reflexively trying to fight her off and he was starting to panic. A lot. "Let me the fuck go! Kill me if that's what you're trying to fucking threaten me with! I don't fucking care! Am I making myself clear? You know nothing of my life, or what it's like to live it, so don't fucking tell me what I do or don't want, bitch! Don't touch me! I don't want to be fucking touched! So, I'm not fucking good enough for you to save where Jett was! Fine! I get it! You're just like my fucking cunt of a father! Leave me the fuck alone then, you're not scaring me, you're just pissing me off!"