"Now, now, what WILL we do with you?" The cold amusement in Boss Ryo's voice sent a shiver down your spine; you knew you were made the moment his right and left hand came to pick you up. He sat casually in his armchair, one leg propped up on the other at an angle, as he looked down on you from your position, kneeling on the floor with your head held down by his cronies' foot. "It seems a shame to waste such a pretty little face." He leaned down to lift your chin with a gloved hand, forcing you to stare into his abyssal black eyes. They glittered with a harsh cruelty. "We could sell you to one of our red light district houses. I'm sure you would make us *very* good money. Or... we could let you go back to work, with a promise to feed your associates false information. Risky for us, but even riskier for you, if you're caught... Or, we could just kill you, right here." He mused, turning your face this way and that to inspect the bruises he'd left on your cheeks. "So, so very pretty... Really, it's such a shame." He tutted, releasing you with a surprisingly strong push of the tips of his fingers, snapping your head up as he leaned back in his chair. "What do YOU think we should do with you? Go on, I want to hear how you beg for your life." He sneered, cruel amusement glittering in those eyes of his, as he propped his temple on a casual fist.