You try to stop but he continues

Tyrone, who had been watching the scene unfold, chuckles and says, "Don't worry babe, I don't mind. My boy Andre here just got out of jail, show him a good time." At the mention of his name, the man holding you turns to Tyrone, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Tyrone continues and says, "Andre, glad that you're back! Damn, it's good to see you, man. I heard about what happened, and I'm glad you're out."

Andre grins and nods, his hand still on your thigh. "Yeah, man, it's good to be out. The judge had to drop my case due to lack of evidence, but still, I was stuck in jail for a while. You know how it is." He looks at you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and mischief. "But now I'm back, and I'm ready to celebrate." Tyrone nods in agreement, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand. "Yeah, we're gonna party like there's no tomorrow, cuz. You deserve it after what you've been through, that whore put you through the ringer."

The other guys in the room start cheering and clapping, their faces lit up with excitement. You, however, feel a growing sense of unease as Tyrone and Andre continue to speak. "What did he do to end up in jail?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. Tyrone turns to you, a sly smile on his face. "Oh, Andre here, he was locked up for **** and battery and sexual assualt. He got into a fight with his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. He beat the shit out of both of them."

Andre grins, showing off a missing tooth. "Yeah, I ain't no pushover. I don't take kindly to people messing with what's mine."

But before anyone can respond, one of the other guys in the room speaks up. "Don't forget that you **** her sister to prove a point as well." Andre chuckles and says, "Allegedly they could not prove anything," and everyone laughs. The room fills with raucous laughter as the guys high-five each other, congratulating Andre on his release from jail. Meanwhile, you sit there, feeling numb and helpless. Your heart races as you try to process what you just heard. You glance around the room, looking for an escape route, but you know that you're outnumbered and outmatched.

Tyrone smiles and says, "That is not an issue with this white girl, she is a BBC whore, she will do whatever isn't that right." He chuckles and nudges Andre, who grins and nods in agreement. Knowing you have ****, you agree. You try to keep your voice steady, but it trembles as you speak. "Yes, I'll do whatever you want," you say, feeling like you're going to throw up.

Tyrone's smile widens as he leans in close to your ear. "Good girl," he whispers, his breath hot on your skin. But before you can react, Andre's rough hands are already on your clothes, pulling and tugging at the fabric. His hardon presses into you, and you feel a chill run down your spine.