Organizing a Meetup

  "You're...you're hurting me," Angie pleaded. She could imagine Carey squeezing her throat tighter and her joining her late father.

"Hurting? Does this really hurt?" Carey asked, amused. He was squeezing Angie more tightly. Angie nodded in response. "This is nothing. I am capable of something worse than this. Don't mess around with me. Do you understand me? I'm the real game. Forget about what you did to Karen and Evans. I am not as weak as they are."

"I…"Angie attempted to talk, but Carey shook his head, an indication that he didn't want that, so Angie decided to nod instead, and seeing her submission, Carey finally let her free. 

He stepped back a little and started opening his shirt, and Angie thought that he wanted to have sex with her, but she had read Carey's mind wrong.