“I’m… I’m… I’m not alone,” I stuttered as I tried to get my wrist out of James’ iron grip. For a man who was injured he had more power than what I could imagine.

“I’m not alone,” James mimicked in a high tone voice, his smile never leaving his face, but his voice returned to normal as he said: “Do you think that I care for one second that you are not alone?”

“Chris is here.” My voice sounded less shrill, but there was still a tremble that I could not keep out of it.

“You brought your little boyfriend huh? Wanna have a threesome now?” James smile was getting...