Love, Obsession, Torture
I rasped, content, closing my eyes.
“Friends.” We stood in the lab, arms entangled, his chin resting on the top of my head, my head planted against his sculptured pecs. Time slowed, but it began to move faster than a bullet ricocheting from a wall when Brandon was violently yanked from my embrace, thrown across the floor, and slammed into the lab cabinet handle.
“No one fucking touches my girl. No bloody one!” Jack lunged towards Brandon, seizing his jugular and pounding his face in with hard blows from his fist, leaving no room for breaks or rest.