Chapter 109 My Game At The Game Ill

• Anyhow, on us opening the door of the cubicle, one of these men outside said, in a tone which implied that it was the obvious thing to do, "my turn next."
• My mind wasn't functioning normally in this extreme situation which was totally outside my level of experience. I moved to make a run for it out of the toilet, but the guy who's hand I'd taken for protection, now hung on to me tightly. "Why not," he laughed.
• This took literally no more than a few seconds, during which fleeting time I hardly had time to think, even if I could have thought straight.