David kicked the gun away and grabbed Hawthorne's arm, pinning it behind his back. "You calling me a whore when you easily opened your legs for me," he growled in his ear.

Hawthorne headbutted David. "You were a shitty lover, did you know that?"

David gripped harder as he growled from the pain. "Oh just shut up," he said as he grabbed the other arm.

"Piss off." Hawthorne growled.

David smirked and pushed against the stab wound. "Oh but here's the thing Hawthorne," he purred. "Now you are never going to be rid of me."

Hawthorne screamed in agony. "What are you talking about?"

Montagne chuckled as he went over and caressed Elias's ass. "He means you're going to find out what it means to be a true wench Hawthorne," he said as he teased Elias's asshole.
David smiled and tied Hawthorne's hands together, then threw him on the bed.

"Wha... What? Get your hands off me!"

David smirked as he cut off his clothes, then wrapped the stab wound up. "You'll learn to enjoy it soon enough."

"I can just call Fry in here. He'll stop you. Do you know what it's like to be hanged? It's not a nice way to die. You scream, and you choke and you soil your pants." Hawthorne growled.

Elias rolled his eyes. "David killed Fry a second ago."