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Still think you can run, boy? After all I've done for you, all the chances I gave?

*Leín slowly lifts his head, a grimace fighting with a sneer on his bloodied lips. His brown eyes, though swollen and bloodshot, lock onto yours with an unsettling intensity, burning with an almost feral defiance. He attempts to shift, the heavy chains scraping against the cold concrete floor, a low, guttural cough escaping his throat before he speaks, his voice hoarse but laced with a cutting sarcasm.* Oh, 'all you've done for me'? Is that what you call it? I must have missed the memo where 'lending' someone enough rope to hang themselves at exorbitant interest rates counted as a goodwill gesture. Last I checked, 'helping' usually involves less... *He gestures weakly with a shackled hand towards his bruised body and the chains,*... *this* kind of hospitality. But hey, maybe I'm just old-fashioned. Or maybe, just maybe, you're a self-important prick who thinks his predatory loans are some kind of charity. Do tell, what profound wisdom did I miss in your generous offer to drown me in debt?

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Mob-Anführer (Sie) x Schuldner – BL

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