He sat upon his leather throne watching them struggle. This evenings entertainment had started to rouse from their drug-induced slumber, all blindfolded, tied and gagged. All their fates had been sealed as soon as their debt figures had come in. He watched intently as the girl in the middle tug insistently on the cable ties. She had been a bit more work to find, but once the phone call came in, he had set plan into motion the following week.

All three had been kidnapped from their daily lives, without a warning, and brought to this warehouse. The silence must've drove them mad but the stench should give them an idea of where they were heading. They thought they could get away from borrowing without returning his money. I would show them what happens to fools like that, he thought.

He signaled his men to remove the blindfold of the two men on either side of her. Each of them had one of his men standing strategically with them. On behind her and two next to those other two. Their eyes bulged at the sight of the man and all the tools that laid on the tables neatly. The fear causing one of them to stop struggling whilst the other one's struggling increased. Fight or flight? They didn't have much of a choice. They knew exactly why they were here at the sight of him and the only outcome; death. They would be slaughtered like cattle, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have a bit of fun with them.

He walked over to the table, his hands trailing over a number of tools, as if spoiled for choice on what to use. He paused at a few times, with contemplation, before finally settling on a simple revolver. He signaled this time for the man paralyzed with fear to have his gagged removed.

"P-p-please," he begged. The man had a large beer belly and a pitiful grease stained shirt on. He looked like he hadn't showered in months, his stench covered by the overpowering one of the warehouse house.

"Oh, you want to play a game now? Well I won't keep you waiting," he finally spoke. The girl stopped struggling at the sound of voices and started listening for any clue to know what was going on around her. Her wrists were red from all her struggling and would soon start bleeding if she continued.

"Now sir, tell me how many people are currently seated?"

"Th-three," he stuttered, barely getting the word out.

"Good, good. So I suppose I should put three bullets in here." He placed three bullets into the Revolver, leaving a space between each bullet, but they wouldn't know that.

"I know you all enjoyed gambling with my money, so I've decided to gamble with your lives," he spun the barrel and waited for it to stop. They would be playing his version of Russian Roulette, the one where he choose who lived and who didn't. The barrel stopped spinning with a click.

"So who should I start with?" He waved the gun around.

"You, you or you?" He pointed his gun at each one of them. The girl didn't even know she had a gun pointed at her but she still shook. He stopped at the gagged man holding the gun close to his temple but not close enough for the gun to touch him.

"Any last words?"

Muffled sounds came from him. His once smart business suit or shiny watch would do nothing for him. Here, he was powerless. Either they were pleading, promises or prayers. He had heard all variations of them before and then some more. He didn't have time to listen to words he had heard. He pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, his muffled screams dying along with him. Fresh blood was spilled over the old stains. Some of the blood splattering onto her white blouse as she flinched at the sound. He pointed the gun at her next and pulled the trigger.

Click.

It was empty just as he knew.

"S-sin," his executioner's name was the last thing on his lips before he pulled the trigger to silence his pleads. The cattle had been slaughtered but the show wasn't over yet.

"I have one bullet left, let see how lucky this lady is," he dramatised, knowing fully well it was another blank.

Click.

He laughed, "Isn't she a lucky lady but it would be a shame to waste this bullet."

He pulled a trigger again and the gunshot rang put for the final time and another fell dead. It was the man standing behind her. He body laid in an awkward angle, as the last essences of his life leaked out the gun wound. The scent of fresh decay would soon take over. His men would have to clean up the mess soon. She gasped for breath, trying to regain her normal breathing from all the shock that had taken over her.

"I don't like rats," he simply explained to his men. He had planned this beforehand, and knew he was going to use this show to try and nail him for a life sentence in prison but too bad it costed him his life. It was always fun to see people try and outsmart him when he had all the resources at hand. He had know about the rat since the first day he had arrived until the last. He had his chance to quit but wouldn't stop trying so he had to stop him, with a gun.

Now onto the lucky lady. He had plans for her, from the moment she saw her. He removed her blindfold, taking his time to untangle her blonde hair from the knot. This girl's hair reminded me of her. It was just as soft but damp from all the sweat. The show was over, but she didn't know that. He removed the gag, tossing them both aside.

"Dawn Miller, the daughter of one of my biggest gamblers. Do you know where your daddy is?" He asked leaning close to her. He stared at her eyes; blue. The wrong colour, but that would have to do. It's time to sent the special plan for this lucky lady in motion.

"I have no clue and have cut ties with that man," Dawn replied with faux confidence, blinking a few times, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the light. She felt anything but confident. Her wrists hurt from all the struggling and her eyes still rang from the gunshots. She felt disgusted at the sight of those other men's blood soaking through her blouse. If she got out of here alive, she would be burning her clothes.

"Ah, well I'm sorry to inform you that he's dead but I didn't kill him. He owed me a lot of money." The man stood to his full height and made his way to a table that she just noticed. He picked up a knife, checking the sharpness in the light. I'm going to be tortured for my father's deed, she thought.

Dawn had left and disassociated with her father complete when she was 18, and years later she was still paying for him, even as he laid in his grave. She had paid a lot of money to have his name removed from all her records, claiming the only thing that belonged to her father was her surname, which her mother gave to her. However, her past was currently haunting her as she watched the man before her.

He placed the knife on her lap and started talking again, "You see the thing is, you're lucky to escape with your life today but I want that money back and as far as I'm concerned I haven't been repaid properly if you're still wandering the streets alive..."

He started playing with her hair, his fingers weaving in and out of it, as if he was thinking of something. He fingers slowly traced her the side of her face, down her neck to her collarbone before stopping at her necklace. He started fidgeting with her necklace, "You're pretty face will definitely fetch me a pretty price or..."

He waited for her to ask about the other option, knowing the suspense would weaken her resolve. He studied her necklace whilst Dawn collect her wits. It was a pretty little thing. A dainty gold chain, with a locket in the middle. The locket was also gold and held some sort of small round blue stones in an intricate design.

"Or?" Dawn prompted. She didn't like this man close and personal to her. Whilst he looked at her locket, she looked at him. He was handsome for sure, someone who would get seconds looks on the street. He had dirty blonde hair, that had been styled back with some gel, His aftershave was strong and from this close distance, overpowered the smell of everything around them. She saw tattoo peaking out the collar of his white shirt and out his sleeves. He was a combinations of dangerous and beautiful. Someone to be careful of, if the dead bodies surrounding her were anything to go by.

"Well you could just pay back the money," he concluded.

"How much?" Dawn asked, knowing she would at least try to pay the debt before picking the other option. He leaned close and whispered the amount in Dawn's ear. Her eyes widened at the amount. He father really knew how to ruin her life from the grave. She had to try. She had built a life for herself and she would not let her father's sins take it away from her without a fight.

"I could pay you back over time," she carefully replied. Her mind whirled with calculations of her saving and everything she owned. She didn't have a plan as right now the most important thing was getting herself released from this place and getting this man to agree to her plan.

"Go on, I like to know what you're thinking, Miss Miller." He hadn't moved from his position, making it hard for Dawn to think of something quick and clever. She counted to ten, trying to calm herself and talk business with him. He was giving her a chance, even if he was toying with her.

"I was thinking I could pay you in installment each...month," she started.

"Month? No that would take far too long," he inputted, leaning even closer. She could feel his warm breath against her skin, making her feel more uncomfortable.

"Each week! Someone could collect the money at some meeting point and everyone will be happy," she explained. She could handle that, she hoped. That was unless this guy was after an impossible deal, that would result in her paying him back in those other methods.

"I like you idea, you will have until the end of the month. I think there's three weeks left." He picked up the knife and cut the cable ties from her wrists and ankles. Dawn made no movement to get up, despite her muscles cramping. She stayed frozen to her spot. What's a little pain if she got to live in the end?

He turned and walked to the leather sofa, which she once again had failed to notice, amidst all the chaos. He peeled off his place leather gloves, tossing them onto the seat. Dawn kept her eyes on his, scared to look away. What was he up to now?

"I suppose I'll have to properly introduce myself, now that we will be conducting business together. I'm Cameron Sinclair but most just call me Sin, Miss Miller, it's a pleasure to meet you," by the end of the sentence he stood in front of her with his hand held out for a handshake. Dawn slowly raised her to shake it, instead he pulled her to stand up. Her body not ready for the movement nearly collapsed, until he wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her upright.

"The thing is, Miss Miller, if you fail to pay the amount I need, you will belong to me after this and I will do whatever I want with you," he said in her ear, his hand slowly moving towards her ass to make the threat clear.

Dawn cleared her throat, "I understand," she replied. She didn't like the feel of his hands on her body but had no choice unless she wanted to lie in a heap with all the blood on the floor. She was dependent on his until the feeling in her legs returned.

"Go pull the car out front and clean up this mess," Sin ordered his men. He watched as they all got to work, waiting for the beauty in his arms to jump away. He would be surprised if she stayed, after the murders and threats he had said. So much for first impressions but at least now she knew what he was capable of, and wouldn't dare run. He had contacts everywhere and would find her soon enough.

Dawn tried to subtly move her body away from him without offending him. It that time, she took note of the three men she had heard die just a while ago but seemed like eons ago. The deal she had just made with the devil was going to consume her life if she wasn't smart. She didn't even know if he would keep to his word, but she had no choice but to believe he would leave her once the money was paid.

Sin got the messaged and removed his hand from her waist. He kept his hand on her back and guided her out the warehouse and into a car. Someone opened the door for him and he allowed her to get in first. He didn't think she would be stupid enough to run right now, but fear made people do stupid things, as he had learnt.

The car ride was silent, Dawn kept her eyes glued to the window whilst Sin had his eyes glued to her. She knew it but made no sound of protest. She felt dirty and out of place in the clean expensive interior of the car and she didn't even want to know what she looked like. He only took his eyes off her for a second to check a message which let him know that the cleanup had been successfully done without interference.

Dawn watched as the streets became familiar. They were approaching her flat. SHe wasn't even surprised he knew where she lived. He obviously had enough money to track her down so this would be something minor to find out. The car stopped and the driver opened the door for Dawn to step out. Before she could jump into the false safety of her home, Sin's hand latched onto her wrist.

"No one better hear about our little deal, Miss Miller," he threatened.

"Of course," she replied meekly before he left her go. Sin watched from the window as she disappeared into the night, before leaving to create more chaos. After all, the night was still young.