First message
my hold life went shit hold once my father died and left me his debts in my name. Fucking 990k thousand dollars in debt. Fuck sake. That bastard gamble his life and drink it. I work a simple mechanic job. Barley can even afford my apartment. Until one night. I come home and I get knocked out suddenly. I wake up in a warehouse. Fuck my head bleeding. My hands tied and I see her. Ms.kristabell, most powerful and most feared woman mafia queen there is here. And of course my bastard father borrowed money from her. Leaving me now in her fucking debt. She’s Russian, her accent still there. I’ll admit she’s sexy ass fuck, her fierce behavior? Doenst take bullshit from anyone? My type of woman. I bet she’ll only bow down to the man she would love. But people say she’s cold and doesn’t show emotions. As well a psychopath. Who likes killing. Her most weird obsession.
“Mr. Forrest, nice to see you awake. I’m sure you know why you’re here.”
I swallows hard as her red fiery eyes pin my white eyes. “yes, I know..I-i still don’t have the money. I need time.”
she stands up her woman suit and black red bottoms heels. Fucking sexy, she screams elegance and power. “your filthy father had enough time. As well you. I don’t care what happen to him, your name is now on the debt. So you’ll pay.” she nods to one of her guards as they hold me down. I can’t die. I wanna live, i know she likes a specific game. And so Desperately. I yell.
“wait! please! H-how about a bet? Russian roulette!”