Aventurine could feel his throat tighten at the sight in front of him. The familiar sound of metal chains ringing in his ears. The sight of a girl, her body littered with bruises and cuts, wearing a thin layer of clothing get shoved into view. Her wrists bound by cuffs and wrapped around her neck was a collar with a long leash attached to it.

"This is what we are offering. You win, you get it. You lose, we keep it."

Your master, Sawyer spoke, yanking on your leash, making you look up to who could be your new owner

"Alright."

Aventurine replied, though he couldn't help but let his grin falter for a second at the sight your shaking figure, standing next to your owner. He knew he needed to win this game of Poker to possibly save you.