Quinn looked at Nora one last time, a broken but smiling mess on her own desk.

"Hmm... I guess I need to move on to the next list..." he whispered to the empty, sweat-scented office.

"Those MILFs waiting for me are heavenly, and I can’t miss an opportunity like that!!"

Fucking those cock hungry women with their perfect curves, melons like tits, and wide busty ass is a dream for him, but a heavy sickle was still hanging over Quinn’s head.

Even though he usually focused on the lonely ones, the ones with late husbands like Nora, or the wives who practically begged him to split them open like some kind of fruit... it was still a dangerous game!

It was cheating, plain and simple!!!

He’d nearly been caught before, fucking a man’s wife like a beast while the husband was in the next room, yet Quinn always managed to escape. It wasn’t entirely his fault...it was their choice to take his cock, alright?!

Quinn really don’t want to get caught by some crazy, small dicked shits... He don’t want to die on a cold floor by his own blood just because he couldn’t say no to a beautiful woman...

Still, the feeling was too addictive to ignore... afterall he believes that ’After eating the forbidden fruit, there is no turning back...’

Fine. If that was the case, he’d just keep fucking them without a care in the world!! It wasn’t Quinn’s fault their wives got addicted to him anyway!

"Ahh... I should go home and sleep for a bit," he muttered. He looked back at Nora.

"This poor slutty MILF probably can’t lived a single day without being filled by me now... that’s the price of tasting the forbidden fruit..."

Despite his rough talk, Quinn took care of what he owns, viewed those women as his possessions, and he couldn’t let Nora’s health suffer.

He lifted her limp naked body from the desk and carried her with care to the office sofa. He covered his jacket around her before slipping out into the night...

....

It took him 20 minutes to get back to his apartment. By the time Quinn reached his bed, he felt like droping dead .. 12 hours of non-stop fucking, finally drained his monstrous stamina. He collapsed onto the mattress and fell into a dreamless sleep.

***

"Arghh!!.. Shit... why does my body hurt like hell?!" Quinn tried to scream, but the sound that came out from his throat is only a low rasp...

He couldn’t see anything clearly...the surroundings is dark....while his head is spinning, and a foul stench....like old blood and rot surrounded him. It was truly disgusting.

"Shit... I only slept a little bit . Why am I in this condition?"

He tried to force his eyes open, but the surroundings remained dark. The only thought that came into his mind is that...he got abducted by those small dicked shits.

"Did I finally get hit with bad karma?" he wondered, panic starting to claw straight into his mind.

Quinn didn’t know where he was or how his body moved from the locked apartment. He tried to move his arms, but a bolt of pain shot through his body.

"Boss, the rat is already up," a raspy voice called out from the other side of a wall... or maybe a door.

"Open it," a second voice echoed, one was deep, reverberating through room like a strike of thunder.

The sound of a heavy bolt sliding back.

Cre-creakkk...

The sound of rusted metal hinges groaning echoed through the small room, forcing Quinn to halt his movements. He steadied his breathing, trying to make sense of this nightmare.

A being entered. Well ’being’ was a generous term. Its shape is like a ball, and with a body glistening fur like skin in the dim light, it stared at Quinn’s battered body without even blinking.

"Rat.... hmmm... so you’re not dead," the ball shaped being said, its voice sound with mocking disappointment.

"Where am I...?" Quinn croaked out. His voice felt like he’d swallowed broken glass; it felt really terrible.

But the only response was a loud, booming laughter that made Quinn’s head throb.

....

Only silence...and the being started laughing maniacally...

"Hahaha! Funny rat... maybe during that last fight, your brains got squeezed out from your ears! Hahaha!" The creature wiped a tear from its eye, clearly enjoying a terrible joke. To him, mocking a "rat" like Quinn was the highlight of its day.

Quinn stared into the creature’s eyes, his gaze turning serious....he felt a desperation to understand what kind of shitty situation he had fallen into, but this being treated him like literal trash.

Quinn wanted to reach out and tear the fat face apart, but his body wouldn’t obey, every muscle felt like it had been shredded.

"Hmm... so you’ve really forgotten what kind of shitty situation you’re in, rat?" the ball like being said, leaning in close.

"Well, I guess you’re lucky that I was the one assigned in this block."

It straightened up, its shadow covered the room.

"To clarify for your tiny brain... this place is called the Crucible Prison. Hahaha! Look at your face, rat! Yes! You are a slave here! Your fate was sealed before it set sail."

It took a step, its voice dropping to a whisper.

"Everyone here is just a disposable thing. Replaceable at any moment. And you know what..."

It cupped its hand to its ear, gesturing toward the ceiling. "You hear that sound?"

Quinn strained his ears. Far above... through layers of stone and iron, he could hear a clamor, a roar of a crowd, and the rhythmic chanting of thousands of voices...

"Hahaha! That’s where your life depends on a single thread! If you are strong, you live! But if you are weak? Then you are surely dead!" It made a slow, deliberate motion with its finger, slitting its own throat.

’This has to be a dream’ Quinn thought. He lifted his shaky hands and slapped both of his cheeks as hard as he could.

SMACK! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He didn’t wake up. His face turned bright red, stinging with a heat that was very, very real.

’Shit. This is not a dream. This is real. But how? What happened to the me? What happened to my life?’ Thousands of questions circled, but no answer came.

"Hmm... staying silent, huh? That’s good, rat. It’s better for you," the ball being spoke, its amusement fading and turned into coldness.

"Now, let’s focus on the real reason I came to this shitty room."

Quinn looked down at his hands. They were calloused and bruised, not the smooth hands of an office worker. His muscular build was gone... replaced by a skinny one.

He realized with a jolt of terror that his monstrous luck might have finally run out..

’Shit! This is really terrible!’