Chapter 23
“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 bigger, I still could not get my wrist out of his grip and he was slowly sitting up in the bed.
“You’re sick,” I whispered the words that I have said to him so many times before.
“Maybe. But you enjoy it. You invited me. You wanted everything I did with you,” James sneered. I could feel some spit hitting my face.
“I never wanted any of that. I hate you.”