Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

Watching the putrid old man run his hand along the girls waist as he spoke made him feel uncomfortable, not wanting to imagine her anywhere near someone like that. No one deserved that kind of treatment, and this was coming from a man who meted out punishment on a daily basis. Sieg took the small glass from the girls hands, taking a sip of the liquor and savoring its flavor. It tasted excellent, a fine single malt that made him cock an eyebrow at the old man. He definitely had good taste, in booze and women. He played with the small glass in his long fingers, laying it aside after a moment as the master began speaking. He seemed quite sure of himself, though Sieg had seen it all before, always something they thought they could offer him, drugs, personal gain, anything and everything to avoid any personal injury, or any loss of inventory. The old mans attention moved to his maid, whos expression gave him nothing but fear. He barked at her, hauling her into position at the edge of his desk. Sieg was confused for a moment, his expression remaining stoic regardless of what was going on infront of him. Then it all became clear the old bastard was offering her up to him not just him, all three of them. Horse grunted slightly in approval, seemingly alright with the idea. He wasnt called horse for nothing he was hung like one, but also looked like one. The man couldnt pay a woman to take it from him, so the idea of a pretty little thing like her having no choice piqued his interest intently. Rube glanced at Horse, giving him a grin but not seeming as eager to join in on the idea. The master continued, describing all the tricks his pet could do, accented with her actions. She slowly began to reveal herself on the edge of that desk more and more of her creamy flesh exposed. Sieg adjusted his position slightly as inviting as such an idea might have been, he wasnt like most men. If he wanted a whore to take everything from him he wanted, he could easily acquire one. Sieg remained quiet for a moment longer, eyes moving down to her panties as they were exposed, breathing out his lungful of smoke in her general direction. Finally a grin spread to his lips, chuckling darkly and turning his eyes away from his exposed maid, rising from his chair and making his way around the desk, ignoring her completely to stand before her master. He took the final drag on his cigarette, tossing it onto the polished marble floor and crushing it beneath his polished shoe, blowing the smoke in his face. As much as my good friend Horse here might like to take you up on that offer. Sieg shot him a glare before returning his attention to the old man, who seemed to have lost his nerve slightly. Sieg snapped his fingers, both of his companions rising to their feet, pulling off their jackets and tugging the girl from her spot on the desk. Sieg swept his arm across the many bottles, sending them to the ground in a shattering mess. Seigs actions were swift, grabbing the man by the neck and slamming his face into his thick polished desk, the cries ringing out within the small space, reverberating on the bookshelves. He held him over the desk, the old mans nose bleeding as he pulled his gun from its holster, jamming it right against the broken bone, making him cry out again. Now now, do try to hold onto your dignity. We dont want your whore, we want your money. Nothing shes capable of is worth more to me than keeping my employers happy, understand? So you will figure out what you want to part with, and we will take it. Seeing as Im such a forgiving man, Ill even give you a couple of days to sort your shit out. We will just take your little pet here as collateral. He spoke in a low gruff tone, pressing the nose of his gun harder into his face before pulling back slightly. Do I make myself perfectly clear?