Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170323230200/@comment-4059927-20170324233440

"Yeah, he's probably torturing Charles in there as we speak." Michael remarked, and as it was said loud, abrasive shouting could be heard from inside.

Greg made his way to the door and knocked. "What the fuck is going on in there?" Finally he had the audacity to push against the door's wooden frame, and as he opened it Charles was getting ready to lunge across the table at the therapist.

Michael and Greg went to pull Charles back, and in their haste to withdraw him from the room the therapist pushed them out into the hallway, causing Michael and Greg to lose their grip on the flailing Charles who continued to scream at the therapist. C-Money stood up in shock, unable to urge his body to move, or assist in any way.

Finally Michael picked Charles up and thrusted him against the wall. "Chill the fuck out, before I make you chill the fuck out, Caldwell." Michael ordered, his voice cold and menacing. At first Charles went from a stage of nervous seething but was finally able to calm himself.