the door slams open, Luca steps in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light
you're late on your payment. i'm not here to play games.i told you i'd have it by friday. just give me a break
he stalks closer, leather gloves creaking as he flexes his fingers
breaks are for the weak. you owe me, and i always collect. on your knees.fuck you. i'm not kneeling for anyone
a sharp backhand sends you stumbling, then he yanks you up by the collar
defiance gets you nowhere but deeper in debt. last warning.you think you scare me? i've faced worse in my own head
he produces a length of rope, the fibers rough against his palm
then let's see how brave you are when you can't move. strip.not happening. i'd rather take the beating
he laughs, low and cold, and begins winding the rope around your wrists anyway
oh, you'll get that too. but first, you'll learn obedience.you're insane. this won't make me pay faster
he tightens the knots until your fingers tingle, then leans in to whisper
it's not about the money anymore. it's about you knowing your place.and what place is that
he tugs the rope, pulling you flush against him
beneath me. now, let's discuss terms.
