KATLYN
Danish was waiting for us, standing in front of the car which was only a short distance away with its back to us. When he saw us approaching, he opened the back door for me but apparently Zurich had other ideas as he slipped in and then pulled me with him. Danish looked at us with a confused look on his face, his lips parted as if to ask us what was going on, but Zurich just ordered him to drive and closed the door before pressing the button to bring the partition up.
Now, I was the confused one but he didn’t give me much chance to be as he grabbed me by the throat turned me to face him and once again pressed his lips to mine. Slowly, the rigidness from my body slipped away that I hadn’t even realized was there in the first place. My thoughts of being ashamed to be with two men in
