Few Minutes Ago...
Hands came over his body, touching him in places he couldn't have imagined.
"Who is there?! Who are you!" Draven questioned as the cloth was finally pulled from his mouth after a while. Trying to recover and understand where he was and what really happened, he began to feel the pheromones of the Alphas around him. These weren't ordinary ones; they were pure and dangerous, an aura he recognized well.
"Shut it up, bitch, aren't you a man?" one of his captors, someone irritated by his questions, yelled.
Blinded and with his hands tied, he still tried to understand the scene, or at least identify the people, so he waited for a clue.
"Oh damn, can I touch him a bit before we kill him?" another pervert in the group asked again.
Their leader, who was obviously squatting before him, kept grinning devilishly.
"That bastard Adrian still hasn't contacted us and given us our full payment," he complained while fumbling with Draven's collar.
