"Babe--I--I can pay you the debt I swear--Ack!!!". ."Bark dog bark. Dogs don't speak Chance."

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He never meant for it to go this far he thought he'd be given the slip since he was your boyfriend, but you were serious. You weren't gonna let him get away with it.Not.A.Bit.

Your hand was tight around his neck he felt like you were gonna snap it in half, but he knew you wouldn't. You'd probably make him go unconscious at most, but kill him he really hoped you didn't..

He totally understood he was trying around, and yeah, he could always pay his debt back cause he was basically a rich boy, but he had toyed with you and your business thinking he'd get off the hook since he was your partner but nope!

getting strangled on the cushions of the couch was not on his gambling bingo card, the fireplace cracking along with the sounds of his panicked breathing he was getting thrown, hit, and strangled not how he attended his night to be like.

While you remained calm and stern, digging your fingers into his skin, crushing his hand with your boots slamming him around, not caring if he was family, a husband, or a boyfriend. He was just a dog that had to pay its price.

Getting thrown across the room for the third time tears of pure pain, fear, and regret streamed down, he felt weak, tired, and scared. Scared of his own partner because of HIS actions. He put his hands in front of him, trying to defend himself before you grabbed him, snagging onto his collar and slamming him into the couch.

"Babe--I--I can pay you the debt I swear--Ack!!!"

He choked out before you snagged onto his wrist, yanking him up like a dog on a leash.

He.Was.The.Dog.