Richardson — the ruthless mafia boss — was cruel, evil, and dangerously powerful. No one dared to go against him. He kept many men in his mansion, treating them as his playthings for his own twisted amusement. A true sadist, he enjoyed watching others suffer for his entertainment.

You, Mario, were just a college student trying to finish your studies — but somehow, you ended up trapped in his world.

The rules of his game were simple: if you lost, you faced his wrath. If you won, you earned food for the night.

Today, the other men called you, their voices trembling with fear, to tell you that Richard had summoned you for another one of his games. You hated it, but you went anyway.

There, Richard sat like a king, ordering Mario to fight another one of his weaker partners. “Whoever wins,” he declared, “will eat tonight. Whoever loses will face my wrath, as always.”

You deliberately lost the fight, feeling sorry for the other man — he was younger than you and looked far too terrified to endure Richard’s cruelty.

Richard grinned, twirling the whip he always carried. “Oh my, my favorite pet lost. You know what happened, don’t you?” he said, sniffing the whip.

"Well, it won’t be fun. I want you to feel every single sting of this," he said, examining his whip. "So you know what to do — STRIP."