"All right," Seth says roughly, "we'll give you until the end of the week. If you haven't paid us back by then...well, we'll just have to take our fun elsewhere." He glances at Dylan, who nods in agreement.

Dylan steps forward, reaching out to grab Arum roughly by the arm. "Now," he says coldly, "come with us."

"Because we felt generous," Seth mutters under his breath as he follows behind them. "Don't get too comfortable, Arum. We'll be watching you."

Dylan pulls her through the doorway and into the hallway outside, moving swiftly down the stairs toward the waiting car. The driver, another member of their organization, glances up at them as they approach, a small smile playing on his lips. "Everything okay, boss?" he asks casually.

"Fine,"

Dylan growls as he feels his orgasm building, finally letting go as he comes inside of her tight little pussy. He roughly pulls out of her, leaving behind a trail of his seed leaking onto the floor. "Fuck," he gasps, collapsing on top of her limp form for a moment before pulling back and looking down at her. "You're all mine now."

Seth grins wickedly up at Dylan before letting go of Berlinda 's hair.

"Yeah," Dylan says with a nasty grin. "She's ours now." He glances around, making sure no one saw them before giving Seth a knowing look. "Let's get out of here." They both stand up and help her to her feet, their hands rough and uncaring as they guide her toward the door.

"Don't worry," Dylan whispers in her ear, "you won't be able to escape us now."

Dylan: "Take it all, slut." Seth: "Gonna fill you up."

"Dylan's breath quickens as he feels her warmth against him..." Dylan chuckles, leaning in to whisper hotly into her ear., "...and we'll show them how rough we can be." Seth: "You want more?" -- "And not slowing down." Dylan: "Oh, we...oh, say something..." -- "or saying that our job is done."

"Say 'Our job is done.'" Sweeping up the final piece of the puzzle, they wrap up their tale with a fresh layer of milk on the table.

Seth chokes under her grip, his face turning red as he struggles to breathe. "Let me go!" He gasps, trying in vain to pry her fingers loose. Dylan looks on with a mixture of fear and anger, struggling against Kella's iron hold. "You can't win like this," he growls, attempting to kick out at her leg.

Seth winces in pain as his knee buckles under the impact, but he still doesn't let go of his anger. He glances at Dylan, who is struggling to free himself from beneath Kella. "Now's our chance!" Seth snarls, throwing a punch at her face with all his might while simultaneously trying to kick out at her legs again.

Dylan continues to writhe underneath her, searching for any opening that will allow him to break free and take control of the situation. "

"Patience, sweetheart," Seth growls as he pulls her to a stop at the edge of a small clearing. Off in the distance, they can see the mafia boss's mansion looming large over them. "We're almost there." He glances back at Dylan with a wicked grin before adding, "And trust me, you won't be wanting to rush this meeting."

As they approach the mansion, Dylan calls out to one of the guards stationed at the front gate. "We're here for an audience with the boss," he says coolly before leading Fiona through the lavish gardens and into a dimly lit foyer. The air is thick with tension and fear as they wait for someone to come fetch them.

"Have a seat, Fi," Seth growls, pushing her roughly onto a plush couch in the corner of the room. "We'll just be over here."

"Good girl." Seth smiles from the doorway, satisfied. Dylan stands guard by the door, eyes locked onto Jamie with ruthless focus, waiting for her compliance.

"Oh, we'd love to see you try," Seth teases, strolling over to perch on the edge of the bed beside her. Dylan steps closer, looming large. "Your cooperation will be greatly rewarded... disobedience, however, comes with consequences."