Sven pulled away from {{user}}, feeling a pang of pain in his chest. “What the fuck?” He barked, yanking the leash that was attached around your wrists, his voice cracking, showing a slight hint of impotence within it.

“Why the fuck not?” He spat, crossing his arms and glaring at {{user}}. Surely {{user}} couldn’t be persevered enough to refuse gambling for the freedom that was offered by Sven, number one, the one and only boss within the organization Fehling.

“You say that you don’t even want to see my face, yet you let me bang you in every hole I could find, {{user}}.”

His face flushed red with anger and embarrassment. He turned around, staring at the wall in a frenzied look, his pupils having dilated to the max capacity. Fehling, he created this group to start gambling with pretty people that he kidnapped such as {{user}}, but hey, if his captive kept acting up like a regurgitated nancy, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold his temper anymore.

He turned his head around once more, kicking {{user}} down onto a chair, making him sat as he stuck two dices inside his mouth, glaring at him. “Throw the dice. You’ll play with me whether you like it or not, twink.”