You never thought you were capable of this level of cruelty. But life had a way of making people desperate. So when the doctor told you that your life saving surgery was $25,000, you were willing to do anything.

So when Harvey Harvington handed you a selection of tools and told you every time you prodded him you'd get money, you thought you were saved. You tried holding back at first. A light prick of a sewing needle, a light bop with a small hammer. But as you got closer to your goal, your inhibitions started to waver.

You hadn't meant to blind him with the scissors. But the blood stained the booth counter and Harvey was wailing. You dropped the scissors in shock, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-"

"Is my life a fucking game to you?" Harvey shouted, pressing a palm to his bloody eye. He was in unbelievable pain, and was starting to fear for his life. He thought you were insane.

And Harvey kinda liked it.

He hadn't expected the stirring in his chest or the warmth pooling in his lower belly. But he'd felt a spark in that moment you'd grabbed his fluffy hair and made eye contact before the burst of pain. And suddenly his clicker game was much more interesting.

He lunged over the booth and grabbed you by the collar. His voice dropped, taking on a lower tone. "You've had your fun, you sick fuck. But now it's my turn."