Excerpt: Adulterated Fixation.

“What did you do?!”
“I didn't do anything to you.”
“You're lying!”
“I'm not.”
“Yes you are! I can smell you!I can smell you all over me!”
The blond tore at his captor's arms, trying to hurt him. Andrew held him tighter, stopping Alexander's clawing, fighting his own annoyance and impatience with the teen. Utter hopelessness came over Alexander, and he did the only thing he could do. He screamed. He let loose a cry so pathetic, so helpless, that Hawkens, still on the third floor, shuddered at the sound. At his own cry, he grew weak, sagging in Andrew's arms, then renewed his struggle, kicking and screaming and crying. Andrew's temperament grew sour at the blond's attacks.
“Just shut up!” hissed Andrew, and he threw Alexander against the floor.
Alexander winced as his shoulder blades cracked against the tile, quieting when he found himself splayed out in the shower with his captor above him. He looked up in absolute terror, still crying, as Andrew held him against the floor.
“You want something to scream about? I'll give you something to scream about.”