He slammed him against the wall, pinning his wrists above his head. His grip on him was so tight Ringo was sure he would probably have bruises.

But bruises were the least of his problems.

"Stop!" He yelled. "Stop!"

"What if I don't want to stop?" George whispered in his ear. "What if I wanna keep going? What are you going to do?"

He kneed him.

Right in the middle of his legs, he kneed him.