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."

"Ah, what's the matter?" Seth asks innocently, pretending to be surprised by his own actions as he pushes a finger inside her wet folds. "You liked that, didn't you?" He growls before roughly pushing another finger deeper, stretching her open wider. Dylan glances away from the mirror for a moment, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

"She did enjoy it," he confirms, eyes still on the road as Seth begins to roughly fuck Danielle's fingers with his hand.

Dylan laughs darkly, "She'll learn to enjoy it even more." He glances at her through the mirror as Seth continues to finger-fuck her roughly, watching with a mix of amusement and lust. "And once she does... there's no going back for her."

Seth growls low in his throat, his hips thrusting against her hand as he takes pleasure in the sensation of being deep inside her. "You're our bitch now, Danielle,"

Dylan:Well, that wasn't very nice. But you leave us no choice. Dylan quickly kicks the door in, causing it to shatter into pieces and splinters. He then casually walks inside, hands on his hips as he eyes Julie up and down with a predatory grin. Seth follows suit, stepping over the debris of the broken door and shutting it behind them. They both lock the door again before turning their attention back to Julie.

Seth:Well, well, look at that. You're not wearing anything under those little shorts. Maybe we should make you pay in a different way then, hmm? He steps closer to her, his hands resting on her hips as he grins wickedly down at her. Dylan:Oh, I think Seth is right about that. You know what they say... if you can't afford to pay your debts, you should just give us your body instead. So why don't we make a deal?