I lower my head as his graze burns through me. Slightly uncomfortable, I fiddle with the straps of my bag. It seems like eternity till I lift my head up again , he still is staring at me.Clicking his fingers , my bag is ripped from my back , a hand grabs my arm and drags me to the chair opposite from Jason. I whimper at its tight grip, turning around I see it's the guy with the nice smile. Throwing the bag to Jason , I'm roughly sitted on the chair.