Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-5583506-20160405135238

"Oh, it is. If you can put up with pranksters leaving you sexual invitations at your dorm every friday", shrugged Valkyrie.

Armstark wandered around his apartment in Uptown nervously. What if Wraith would leak those pictures even if he gave the shit the money? He found himself between a rock and a hard place. Either he paid Wraith off, and could sleep at night, knowing that there was a future in store for him and his company or he could finally settle his debt to...

As he was lost in thought his cellphone rang, slightly startling him. He adjusted his sleeves and picked it up. He immediately recognised the profile picture.

The Bastard...

"Hello?" said Armstark.

"Mr Cave-Bear", said the voice in broken English. "What happened to the formalities?"

"Sorry, Rashka", he said, rubbing his eyes.

"So... about your payment. Do you have it? The girls gotta eat as well, you know. And boy, did you wear them out. Don't think Shabhira will be able to stand for two more weeks at least."

Armstark nervously peered over his shoulder to make sure that no one was overhearing this conversation. Even though he was living alone in a penthouse suite, he acted on pure instinct and reflexes.

"Rashka, there has been some... complications... I am sorry."

"Complications?" repeated the foreign voice. "Explain."

"Your payment, it... it will be delayed..."

There was a moment of silence before Rashka spoke again. "Armstark, dear. You have been running late with the payment for two weeks now. Hell, this one even gave you another week for good measure. The girls are tugging at my pants here, wondering when they will get their share. What the fuck is Rashka supposed to tell them?"

"I... I just need one more week."

"And why is it that Rashka needs to wait one more week for something he can send some boys over to collect this very instant, should he wish to?"

Armstark sighed. "I am... I am being extorted, alright? Those pictures taken during that night... they have been leaked. If word got out I would be ruined. My company would be ruined. The fucker wants those 100 000 dollars or else the shit will release them to the press and the media."

There was another moment of silence. Rashka usually had a jovial tone in his voice, as if nothing bothered him. But this time it turned dark, ominous, almost growling. "Listen to this one very carefully now, mr Cave-Bear. Rashka doesn't think he needs to go to lengths in order to show you what happens with those who can't pay him on time. This one looks after his investments and interests. And 100 000 dollars is a pretty big interest. Rashka will give you three more days to provide him with his cash otherwise he will personally come over to where you live... and start to collect finger bones."

After that the Bastard hung up, leaving Armstark with nothing but silence in his ear. He tossed the cellphone halfway across the room and shouted out a profanity of desperation.