David turned to stone. He could not move, he could not say anything, blink an eyelid or even breathe. He could only listen. Every word hit him in the face and stabbed his heart.
Greg, how could you? After all...
"I saw him for a while," added the man who had waved at them earlier. "In fact, he's quite a cookie. Will you mind if I treat myself to him when you're done with him?"
"No, but it might take time. I want to have some fun with him. He's a cutie. Plus he's so inexperienced and eager..."
"Not anymore," David didn't know when his senses returned. Or maybe they didn't come back because he wasn't thinking. His head was empty, but in his heart something sticky and pitch-black told him to act. He wasn't going to listen to it for a moment longer. He was not going to be a toy in the hands of Greg and his buddies.
