Past - 72

"What the fuck happened?"

Now that he was awake, he gripped him by the throat. "Do not touch my slave ever again."

He jerked him hard, hard enough to snap his neck in two. "Do you fucking understand me?"

Saying that he slammed his head into the ground next to him.

"Your slave?" He scooted away from him, rubbing his temple.

"What the hell is going on here? We agreed we were going to fuck her and torture her, do exactly what Vulture did to Emma. But when I come over here, and that bitch did not have a scratch on her at least not a new one."

"That's what we agreed on. She has been here for two weeks, and you have not done anything with her." James snapped.

"I have had my way with her plenty of times." Paul realized it was easy for him to lie when he was that pissed off.

"You have not even touched her, I can tell just by looking at her."

"Get out of my house, James, and do not ever touch my slave without permission."