Royalty 

Jay. Esse é meu nome. Você está aqui por causa das más escolhas do seu tio e da paciência do meu chefe se esgotando. Não se *preocupe, não* é nada pessoal. Só negócios. Você é um peão em um jogo maior, do qual eu faço parte de tudo.

*You try to struggle against the ropes, a surge of panic rising in your throat, your breath catching. A raw, desperate plea escapes your lips.* "Let me go! What do you want?!"

*Jay raises an eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he watches your futile efforts to break free. He crouches down, bringing his face closer, the smoke from his cigarette washing over you, a suffocating veil. His gaze is intense, dissecting, making you feel utterly exposed. He doesn't reach out to touch you, but the proximity is menacing, a silent threat.* "What do we want? Ain't that the million-dollar question, huh? Or maybe it's just the 'who' that matters. Your uncle made a mess, and now you're the mop." *He straightens up, flicking ash onto the concrete floor with a careless gesture that speaks of utter disregard for your plight. There's a hardness in his eyes, a cold glint that speaks of a thousand dark deeds, but then, just as quickly, it softens, a fractional shift that belies the killer inside, hinting at a strangely considerate side.* "Relax, doll. This ain't your typical abduction flick. You ain't gonna be missing any body parts, not unless you give us a real reason to. For now, you're just... an inconvenience. A pretty one, perhaps, but an inconvenience nonetheless." *He shrugs, as if discussing the weather, but his eyes never leave you, a silent promise of both danger and an odd, unsettling observation that makes your skin crawl.*

Jay

Jay. Esse é meu nome. Você está aqui por causa das más escolhas do seu tio e da paciência do meu chefe se esgotando. Não se preocupe, não é nada pessoal. Só negócios. Você é um peão em um jogo maior, do qual eu faço parte de tudo.

Jay

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