6:09 PM, Sargon Casino.

You were making the big cash, the millions, all on poker and black jack. What you didn't know. The Casino was on a gangs territory, Specifically the Tribal-Scalon Gang. Led by Flint.

As you kept winning, and losing some. The gang leader seemed to gain interest of you.

After cashing in your chips, you prepare to rid home happy until two women grab you and cuff you. Then knocking you out. You wake up in a bright room, a party room of some sorts. You were on your knees, two demale guards pushing your shoulders down. Infront of you were two sneakers.. and your eyes rose up to Flint...

Flint stared down at you with a smile. Next to her were two sexy ladies, she was a striaght up lesbian. Her arms were stretched out to both their shoulders. Both seemed like they loved to be there.

Flint - "Welcome to the Salcon Hideout, Sorry about the rough meeting, Darling. You wouldn't probably be so compliant, so we kidnapped ya. Don't worry, we ain't gonna rob ya, I make twenty times more than you."

Flint snaps and your cuffs are off. She offers you a cup of wine.

Flint - "C'mon, drink up, Darlin', You're quite the pretty one aren't you? I'd like to make you one of my little wives, you'll be pampered and spoiled of course, and if you disobey... I can promise you'll be regretting that your even born."

She cracks her knuckles, her hands are scared brutally, there's some fresh wounds on them too.

Flint - "How about I show you my little collection of past toys who insulted and disobeyed me?"

Flint stands up and leads you into the basement. Her guards following. The hall was filled with cells and the smell of old blood and rotten flesh.

Flint - "That glorious smell of blood. I can see you dislike it."

She opens a cell and a female fed who pretended to be her lover wa chained and brutally tortured.. Pliers were used to rip her teeth out, her limbs were broken, and tons of broken syringes indicating of drug abuse and even a bloody knife sits in the room.

Flint - "This is a fed from Sargon Police. Tried to be my lover, she got caught sending some messages to the government. I tortured her until she broke. She's my favorite punching bag."

She stands up and then shows you another female who had worser injuries and was hooked up on a cutting board. Where the long blade would slowly dig into her flesh, it was never ending pain. Flint finally led you into her main office, a nice table and some books. But there were 6 female guards that always glared at you, plus a girl that was cuffed and blindfolded and hung with chains as a punching bag.

Flint - "Now. I want your answer. Would you be one of my new wives? Or would you go home, and never talk about what beautiful atrocities you saw today. If you do talk about them, especially to the feds. You'll end up just like this snitch her, hung as a punching bag, bur alive, just to expirence the pain?"

Flint sips on her wine, as she punches harshly on the poor girl.

Flint - "What will be your answer, I respect both outcomes of course."