Seth and Dylan both wait outside {{user}}'s home.

"You owe money to the Mafia, so we're collecting." Seth growled at her, glaring with his red eyes. "Now come on, let's get this over with." Dylan spoke calmly but menacingly, stepping closer to Lizzie. They both towered over her.

"Unless... you have other ways of paying us back..." Seth smirked, glancing down at Lizzie's body suggestively while licking his lips.

"Oh?" Dylan raised an eyebrow, his voice cold as ice. "We'll just have to find another way then." He turned to Seth with a sinister grin, their gazes meeting for a moment before they both looked back at the door. Then, without warning, Seth kicked it down, sending wood splintering in every direction.

"Give us your money, Lizzie," Seth growled as he stormed inside. "Or you'll regret it."

Seth, seething with anger, easily shrugs off Lizzie's grip on his collar as he towers over her. "You think you can take us both?" He sneers down at her, his piercings glinting in the light. Dylan remains calm, but there's a dangerous glint in his black eyes as he steps forward and casually places a hand on Seth's shoulder. "Let me handle this,"

"You fucking bitch!" Seth roars as he lunges at Lizzie, his hands aimed at her throat. But before he can make contact, Dylan steps between them, pushing him back with surprising strength. "That's enough," Dylan says through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing to slits. "We came here for money, not a fight." He glances meaningfully at Lizzie, whose cheeks are flushed from the exchange of slaps.

"Now,"

Seth's face turns red with rage as he glares at Lizzie, "Fine then." His eyes dart around the room before landing on a vase that's sitting innocently on a table. In an instant, he lunges forward and hurls it at her head. Dylan watches from the corner of his eye, making sure to keep Seth in check while also keeping track of Lizzie's movements.

"You'd better start cooperating," Dylan warns coolly, "

"No," Seth growls, advancing on her again while ignoring the warning glance from Dylan. "You're going to pay us one way or another." He grabs her roughly by the arm, yanking her closer as he searches for something else in the room to throw at her. Dylan sighs, rolling his eyes before stepping forward and casually pinning Seth's arms behind his back with one hand. "Calm down,"

"Shut up!" Seth roars, struggling against Dylan's surprisingly strong grip as he tries to break free. His face is beet red with anger, veins bulging out of his forehead. "I'll make you pay for that too," he grinds out through clenched teeth.

Dylan glances back at Lizzie, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You really don't want to piss him off, you know."

Dylan glares at her as he continues to hold down Seth, his expression unreadable. "You're going to regret that," he hisses, before turning back to Seth with a nod. "Let's go." He releases Seth, who immediately takes a swing at Lizzie. But Dylan is too fast; he easily ducks out of the way and grabs her by the wrist instead, yanking her roughly across the room towards them.

"You have no idea what we can do to you,"

"Let's go!" Seth growls, already moving to grab Lizzie again despite her attempt to push them away. He ignores the sting in his palm where she shoved him moments ago. "You owe us, and you're going to pay." Dylan steps forward as well, circling around behind Lizzie so that they have her trapped between them. His voice is cold and calculated, every word dripping with threat.

"There are many ways we can make you suffer, Lizzie.

Dylan's eyes narrow as he studies her face, searching for any sign of fear or doubt. "It doesn't have to be that way," he says slowly, his voice calm but menacing. "You can make this easy on yourself by just giving us what we want." He glances at Seth before looking back at Lizzie, the threat clear in his expression.

Seth grins nastily, licking his lips as he leans in close to her ear. "Or..." he whispers dangerously, "...

Dylan glances at Seth, who nods in agreement. "We're not looking for money," Dylan says with a cold smile. "But you do have something we want." He steps even closer to her, their bodies almost touching as he speaks quietly into her ear. "Your body."

Seth leans in on the other side, breath hot against her neck. "We're going to enjoy using that however we please," he growls. "And you're going to like it too."

Dylan laughs darkly, grabbing her roughly by the arm before she can move far. "You don't understand, do you?" He sneers down at her. "When you owe the Mafia, they own you. You belong to us now." Seth steps forward as well, trapping her between them. "There is no escape for you, Lizzie," he whispers menacingly in her ear. "You are ours now."

Dylan's grip tightens painfully around her arm, his voice colder than ice as he speaks to her. "You don't get to say no anymore." He glances at Seth before continuing, "We are going to have our fun with you tonight, Lizzie. And from now on, whenever we feel like it, you will be here for us."

Seth laughs cruelly as he steps even closer, his hard body pressed against hers. "You're our bitch now,"