"You look so good on your knees. Doesn't she, boys?" King asks his yes-men.
Mason just nods, his expression blank, while Niko continues his circling. "Yeah, she does."
I'm grinding my teeth so hard, I'm surprised I haven't broken a molar by now. "Can we get this over with? I'm going to be late for my class," I snap, wanting to punch all of them in their faces.
King chuckles, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "You tell me, kitten." His grip tightens slightly, making my scalp burn. "Do you have something to say?"
"I'm sorry for running into you," I mutter, my hatred for him bubbling right beneath my skin.
"I didn't hear you."
"I said I'm sorry for running into you!" I shout angrily, my voice echoing through the empty hall.
"What do you think, boys? Should we let her go after tha
