(one month later' Mark's flat in Manchester)
*ding dong*
Someone rang the doorbell to Mark's doors.
"Who is it?!" Mark asked loudly.
"It's me, Ryan, remember?"
Mark opened the door.
"Hi, come in and make yourself at home. How are you doing?" He smiled.
"Quite good, thanks...I've heard you're in that Take ...something band..."
"Yeah, indeed. U want a drink?"
"Beer will do."
"So...Is there any reason that you came here?"
"You owe me money."
"Right...how much?"
"1000pounds"
"What?! I don't have this much."
"Oh, just stop lying you little slag." Ryan obviously got annoyed.
"I'm not..."
"Shut up!" Ryan slapped him on the face, so Mark lost his balance and landed on the floor.
"If you don't have my money...then I'll be here every Friday...and do this..."
Ryan tied Mark's hands above his head with his leather belt. Then he got a knife out of his pocket.
He ripped Mark's clothes with it and left him completly naked. When he did, he started cutting Mark in random places, but not deep...deep enough so it will be painful.
"Aargh!! St-stop it! Ow! Please!" Mark was begging for mercy.
"As you wish pretty boy." Ryan laughed devilishly.
