Dungeon Heat Crime Doesn't Pay.
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When pain meets passion, boundaries melt in a storm of leather, lust, and control.
Published by StudioGalia2024
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I sure hope Francesca was right.
She told me that this old fuck, Bruce Seven, keeps a lot of cash in his house.
I haven't had a good score in a long time.
I wonder what she meant when she said it could be very dangerous.
Let's see, where do I start?
I think I'll try the end table
It's the way my luck's been running lately, I probably won't find anything
Holy shit!
Must be at least a thousand cash in here.
My lucky day.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Holy shit.
Is there seven in all your hair?
I don't think so.
What's your name again? Huh?
Alright, speak for the world.
I don't want to.
Come here.
Just f*cking relax, alright?
Be quiet and still.
And maybe you'll get hurt.
Down.
Can you get up?
Do you need some help?
Let's see what Mr. Seven wants to do with you.
Just lay right here.
Relax, honey.
Well, so much for luck.
It looked like Francesca was right.
This place is dangerous.
I wonder who Mr. Seven is.
Sharon, where'd you find this little slut?
Well, this little slut,
I think he told me her money, Mr. Seven.
She went out of red fucking hand, did ya?
Did you? - Yeah.
I hope you'll be proud of me.
Hey, who told you about this place?
I ain't telling a thing.
Hey, Mr. Seven talks to you, you answer him, okay?
Look at him, don't look away from him.
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