"Right, come on then," Rebekah said as she scooted out of the booth, following behind Elena into the bathroom. She did not like the girl, but she knew Nik's abuse and physiological torment all to well.
"If you continue to cry, plead for mercy and act ill, you're just little my brother win. He get's a hardon off stuff like that. You have to beat him at his own game, hold your chin up and stuff like that."