James felt his guitar fall from his grasp. He could not tell if the instrument had been taken from his hand or if he'd simply dropped it; but it was gone, to where or whom he hadn't a clue, and frankly he didn't care at this point.<br/>"This is it..." James says; his voice muffled by the flesh of Rose's throat. By now he can feel that she has him up to his waste. No escape now, he realizes...