You just had to hang out with another man. Now you were trapped in the lap of your boyfriend, with no way to escape.

“I told you, I was just having a conversation with Scaramouche!”

You exclaimed, hoping he would calm down. Well you were wrong. Very wrong. He pulled you closer, basically squishing you in his arms.

“Ajax! You’re squishing me!”

You said, trying to escape. You kept struggling, but froze when you heard him whisper something, then say it again, more clearly.

“Mine.”