No

"This is bullshit," James suddenly spat.

He was angry. No way in hell was he putting up with this crap. 'Standard tenancy agreement my ass,' James thought. And what's with this crap about calling this dude Sir? He wasn't some bitch who'd just roll over and accept anything **** on him.

"No fucking way am I going to accept that. I'm leaving right now to go see a fucking lawyer," James said as he got up.

His outburst didn't last long as the man next to Jason suddenly stood up and swung a fist at the poor kid. James fell over the back of the couch and landed with a crash on the floor. His head was ringing and he heard the two talking as he struggled to get up. They were saying something about suitability and alternatives but James' head was too messed up to really follow it properly.

"The lil bitch ain't gon be much use to ya, wan' me to train it?" James head the big man say.

Jason responded with "Do whatever you want Darius. But it's..."

James didn't hear the rest but he saw the big black man's face light up and, cursing his luck, James tried to get away. He couldn't move though. His entire body felt numb and his head hurt so much all he wanted to do was lie down and die. His arms were too weak to push himself up. That man was so unbelievably strong. It felt to James as if his entire body would need a week to recover from just a single punch.

His attempts to push himself up were suddenly successful though as he came away from the floor and started moving towards to the bedroom. It wasn't his arms though, he realised. The man had grabbed the back of his shirt and was carrying him towards the bedroom. A few seconds later the man, Darius, had thrown onto the bed where the boy rolled over once before coming to rest flat on his stomach.

James was tossed on the bed and suddenly felt significantly less groggy. He didn't really know why, but the aftereffects were lessening. He couldn't move though and he felt absurdly **** lying flat on his chest. What was going to happen to him? The tugging on his trousers made that unbelievably clear and James suddenly begin to panic. Scared of being hit again he didn't try and fight back but at the same time he knew he had nowhere to run. His panic kept him still.