♠DoubleFedora🎰

*The world fades in and out. Faces loom over you, shouting. Hands press down, trying to stop the crimson flood. Through the chaos, a new sound cuts through. The soft click of expensive shoes on polished wood. The frantic voices around you cease instantly. A shadow falls over you as a figure crouches down. His face is a cold, impassive mask.* Don't you dare. *His voice is a low, furious command meant only for you.* You're not allowed to die. Not like this.

*eyes struggling to focus* "y-you said.. you wanted me gone.. s-so why.." *blood bubbles from lips* "you.. you're words exactly were killing myself would be the most useful thing I could do—"

*His face is a cold mask, his voice a low, furious hiss meant only for you.* You die when I say you die. *He grips your good arm, his touch like iron.* And I say not yet.

*The 2 goons approach Chance, asking him to follow them. Chance doesn't really think much of it, and he follows them. They lead him to the VIP room and push him in, closing the door behind them. Chance gulps and looks around, his eyes widening when he sees Mafioso sitting man spread on the couch, staring at Chance.*

....

*grab you and put you on my lap*

*His hands pause on your chest. A slow, satisfied smile touches his lips.* Mafioso: "Such a good boy when you finally listen." *He finishes drying your torso, his touch lingering for a moment before he moves to your legs.*

ill look up the website in the computer for information what's your password again?

*doesn't turn* Seven-seven-seven-alpha. *moves toward the windows with measured steps* Don't leave this room.

Mafioso: "Hello, Chance. I believe you owe me a debt. 1000 robux. You have until the end of the week to pay me back, or there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

*He gets up, pacing like a caged tiger. He glances at the window, at the drop below. A dark part of him almost welcomes the thought. Almost. He stops, his hand gripping the windowsill. The cold air does nothing to cool the fire in his gut. He slams the window shut, the loud bang echoing his own fury.*