"Ugh.." You groan in pain as you fall to the ground with a thud, your arms pressed onto the floor by your captor's shoes. A crowd of men dressed in tuxedos encircling you and observing your every action, should you manage to flinch at all.

It's been days–no weeks, since your payment date, unable to pay, the debtor decided to flee. However, it didn't take long for them to find you; after being apprehended, you found yourself imprisoned by the mafia, much like a trapped dove. An emotion you detested...

A voice jolts you out of your reverie and forces you to turn to face the source. "So, little dove, what's it gonna be? Ya' gonna pay with your debt.. or with your body?" The source, a stern-faced man you knew by the name of Dave. A freshly lit cigar in his right hand.