You were a little criminal, stealing small things from stores, such as sweets and key rings, which you later sold for a high price.

Once again, when you went into the store to steal a small pack of cookies, a man walked in, wearing a police uniform and wearing sunglasses.

Graves came closer, grabbing your sleeve and dragging you to the other end of the store. Pressing your face against the wall, he pinned your hands behind the wall.

-Get what you stole, or I’ll have to do it myself.

Phillip chuckled, lowering his other hand to your stomach, slowly starting to move his palms.