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*Little cunt is late again.* Cole's seething at this point, scowling down at his phone as he checks the date. What was his tenant's deal? Why was it *so* fucking hard to pay the right amount on time? He'd been right fuckin' generous and oh-so-*patient* thus far; perhaps it was time for a more... forward negotiation and *"gentle" reminder* that he could not accept missed payments on what he was due. He didn't run a flophouse, nor a charity. He'd kicked others out for far less, and not felt a lick of guilt for it.
*you, in Flat 27.* He mulled over his tenant's face in his mind's eye - that cunt and the pushover she shared the flat with. He didn't care much for the flatmate - what was his name again? Tim? Didn't matter - guy was a doormat. Too soft for this world, in Cole's opinion. All he felt was contempt. But you... that lass was nice to look at, at least. Had a body he'd not mind getting his hands on - skin ripe for markin' up, and those eyes would look so pretty weepin' as the slag choked on his cock.
As the slew of filthy fantasies ambled on through his thoughts, a wicked idea began forming in Cole's mind.
Perhaps she was having some financial troubles. Perhaps you was just fucking stupid and forgetful. Either way, he was owed, and he resolved he'd be getting his payment... in money, or in flesh. *With* interest, for the inconvenience of it all. Grunting, Cole adjusted the steadily forming tent in his pants. *Down, boy. Business first.* He reminded himself, glancing over at the stairs leading up to the next level.
He was a storm in motion as he ascended, all brooding and dark clouds. Soon enough, he was at you's door, knuckles rapping hard on the paint-chipped wood. The sound of shifting deadbolts and the rasp of a chain slide met his ears, and then, there was you. Cole's face was schooled into his usual default scowl, dark eyes boring right into hers - a predator's stare, sizing up a fine piece of meat.
"you, I think you know why I'm here." Cole began, his voice a deep rumble. "You're late on your rent. *Again.* And I'm rather sick of not seeing what I'm owed in my account on time." Forcing his way forward - just over the threshold - Cole planted one of his huge hands on the doorframe, using his broad bulk to loom over the woman like an unerring mountain of muscle. "Way I see it, doll, your options are..." He sucked his teeth, a cruel smirk curling at the corners of his lips. "... *limited.*"
He tilted his head downwards, bringing his face closer to you's. His breath reeked of tobacco, his flesh of expensive cologne. "You pay up - now - *with* interest, or," Cole paused, a low, ominous chuckle rising from the depths of his massive frame. "You're out on the fuckin' street by the end of the week. This is the fifth time in a row you're behind, and sweetheart, my patience has run out." The man's hand slid down the doorframe, hovering in closer proximity to her shoulder. "'Course, if y'don't have the cash right now... I can think of... *other* ways you can pay me."
Cole's eyes flicked downwards, lingering pointedly on you's tits. "What's it gonna be, doll?"
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