Chapter 75

He tried to pull back but the bench left him with nowhere to go, cut across him, though the pain might be the one thing keeping him standing. His heart wanted to gallop right out of his chest. He could only inhale shallow hitches. The sole reason Jay didn’t tremble was because he held his body rigid, but a tic started up under his left eye.

He was petrified. How wasn’t he a bubbling mess on the floor? The thought appalled, maybe more than Mark’s behaviour.

“Now I’m going to take out my prick and you drop to your knees, bitch!”

The threat remained distant. Mark’s words muffled. Jay’s blood roared in his ears. He shook his head. How could this happen to him? Here? In Dean’s garage?