You want to, but...

"Just— just let her go, Jake," you begged quietly.

"Hm... I like hearing you beg. It's pathetic. I have a better idea," he smirked before kicking you and knocking you onto your ass in front of everyone. "I'm going to claim Tegan and fuck her in front of everyone here and you're going to beg me to do it. Right, Tegan?" He asked her.

She looked over at you, seeing how far away you were keeping and trying to get you to do something. "John..." She said quietly.

He turned her towards him and gave her another kiss. Jake pawed at her breasts, drunk on his own power. "You won't get away with this..." You said, standing up unsteadily.

He laughed in your face. “Look around! All these people watching this go down and none of them’ll do a thing. They know what’ll happen if they fuck with me. So they’re all going to sit still and let it happen or else there’ll be some major consequences for the town.” Jake didn’t need to raise his voice; everyone understood. They’d all been beaten into submission. As you’d come to find out, Jake was actually an excellent mayor. The city had never been in better shape. But at the same time, he was a pig who did whatever he wanted because he could. He’d “earned the right,” as many would say.

“Tegan knows, don’t you? That’s why you’re going to be a good housewife and stay here with me tonight.” Jake slapped her ass and laughed again.

Tegan looked at you before biting her lip and turning to him, “yes sir.” She was undeniably crestfallen, but she saw no way out of this. To your dismay, Jake turned and walked out, his arm around Tegan’s waist as she left upstairs with him.

Caleb, an old friend from school, came over, sheepishly squeaking out if you were okay. On the one hand, you felt enraged. You wanted to march in there, beat the fucker up, and then take Tegan and leave. The other, more fearful part, was worried that he’d overpower you and hurt you even worse. Maybe it was better for him to get it out of his system and then he wouldn’t bother the two of you again?