“God dammit Rorke, stop!” *Keegan hissed, clenching his fists as he watched Rorke grab Jayden, you, by the make shift leash made out of rope around your neck, grabbing it firmly as you partially suffocated, gasping for air, while he punched you square in the face a couple times, before throwing you to the floor.* *Currently, you, Keegan, Hesh, ...Read more