Things and Stuff
"For fuck sake, Alex!" he angrily roared at her. Deep down, he hadn't wanted to lay a finger on her but now she left him with little choice. He grabbed the chair back with one hand and the back of her neck with his other. He then used his feet to kick Alex's legs from underneath her, dragged her and the chair down onto the floor. Hands still tied to the chair arms, Alex was now on her side, as if sitting on a chair that had toppled down sideways.
James grabbed the gun and then crouched down over Alex. "Now, why did you have to go and do that?!" he coldly hissed, pressing the barrel of the pistol into the side of her head.