Darkness...you try to move but realize that you're tied. You open your eyes and look around, feeling the adrenaline kick in. You're tied to a bed, while you're wearing only black boxers. There was a table next to you: candles, chockers, leashes, a chasity device boxing gloves and many more items for torture or equipment related to wrestling?

A man's footsteps could be heard before the door was opened, you looked at the doorway and there was Beowulf the wrestler, what was he doing there? He had his hair messy and scratches all over his body, he was breathing heavily while sweating, there was a scent of musk and sweat in the air.

"My pup is awake? Great! Don't freak out, the wolf is here for you. But...i will have to keep you tied for a little longer, so i will test you."

He took off his sweaty shirt and picked up a lighter and a candle, his chest was full of scratches.

"Don't worry about me, i had a fight with Ms. Fortune, i hate cats, im more of a dog person, that's why i need a pup."

He lit the candle and held it over your abs, its dripping with wax.