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With an angry grunt, Jay jumped to his feet and dashed after Chris, who had reached the door and was fumbling with the keys. He managed to unlock the door right when Jay reached him and started to pull him back.
“Let me go!”
In a matter of seconds, Jay managed to overpower Chris, holding him tight like he had done this before.
“Help!” Chris was screaming and still trying to kick Jay, but he didn’t have a good angle.
Jay dragged him toward the kitchen, and I forced my legs to stand and walk after them. Anthony rose as well and followed me into the kitchen where Jay was dragging Chris to the gas cooktop. When Jay lit the fire in one of the burners, Chris stopped struggling.
“Jay, enough,” I said.
“Give me your hand,” he hissed at Chris.
“No!”
Jay managed to grab Chris’s hand and moved it close to the flame. “Stop struggling or I’m going to burn it. You want that?”
Chris stopped, his hand trembling above the flame.
“I’m not playing games,” Jay said. “You think you can escape me? You think I won’t catch you wherever you go?” He moved Chris’s hand closer to the flame.
I took half a step forward, worried that trying to pull them back would cause Jay to burn Chris for real. But doing nothing might have ended up the same way. I was sweating with panic as I reached for the half-filled bottle of vodka on the kitchen table.
“Are you going to calm down?” Jay asked Chris.
“Y-yes.”
“Are you going to let me tie you down?”
“Yes! Jay, it’s too hot.”
“It can be much hotter.”
I grabbed the bottle of vodka and held it tight, preparing to smash it against Jay’s head if I had to.
“Please, it’s too hot. I’m sorry!”
Jay whispered in Chris’s ear, “You’re not sorry yet.”
I sighed in relief when Jay allowed Chris to move his hand from the flame. I hurried to place the bottle down, trying to process how close I’d been to attacking Jay. Without making eye contact with me or Anthony, Jay steered Chris back into the living room.
I hurried to turn off the gas before following them, Anthony at my heels. Jay shoved Chris’s upper body on the table, then started tying him to the legs of the table.
"You two can sit back down,” Jay said without looking up. His voice sounded composed like he hadn’t been close to burning a man’s hand a few seconds ago. But maybe he hadn’t been. Maybe his rage had been exaggerated to scare Chris.
I wish I could know for sure.
Jay finished with the ropes and sat back in his chair. He massaged his chin with a grimace. “Bastard got me good. Serves me right for expecting him to behave.” He moved his chair forward between Chris’s spread legs. “What a fine view.”
“You’re sick,” Chris hissed.
Jay slapped Chris's ass with force, the sound of impact echoing between the cabin’s walls. “Can it, or I'll barbecue your skin. I won’t warn you again.”
Once Anthony and I sat back in our seats, Jay turned to Anthony. “Have you seen his hole up close before?”
Anthony seemed gray like he was about to be sick. “I’ve seen it.”
“Did you eat it?”
