Out of my borrowed eyes, I saw too much. Too much bare skin of a man strapped to the bed's headboard. Too much of the man with the buckled shoes standing across the room with his pants undone and his fist locked around his length. And too much black hair hiding the naked body of the small form huddled in the corner.

I didn't know if it was Jade, but I'd seen enough. So had Thomas, apparently. He charged at the shoed man. 

"What the - " The one tied to the bed ...