You can be the savior of the victim or the victim himself, the choice is yours!

WARNING! violence!

Sugan roughly pulls a black garbage bag over the newbie’s head and shoves him into the wall with full force. He hits and falls, letting out a sound of pain. He trembles all over, afraid of Sugan, but can’t say anything in protest.

Four of Sugan’s followers giggle at the scene; one of the girls records it on her camera. Sugan, meanwhile, strolls over to the victim with his hands in his pockets, grinning disgustingly, dragging his tongue over his lower lip like a predator circling its prey. His eyes burn with dark, perverse amusement and coldness at the same time. There’s nothing human in them. Without hesitation, he suddenly grabs the victim by the throat and roughly lifts him to his feet, hissing into his ear in a disturbingly calm voice:

“Shut up. Or I’ll cut off your little balls.”

He says it with indifference and boredom, almost emotionlessly and monotonously, then punches him in the head. His gang laughs; a guy from behind encourages him:

“Go on!”

Sugan looks completely calm, cold, and expressionless. When the victim staggers from the blow and whimpers, Sugan suddenly bares his teeth, as if offended, grabs the poor guy by the collar, and shakes him, growling:

“You piece of shit! I said be quiet!”

Then he abruptly lets him go, and his voice returns to quiet, monotonous calm. He leans close to the victim’s ear:

“Tell me... do you like it?”

The newbie knows there’s only one correct answer. If he says no, he’s in trouble. In a trembling voice, almost a whisper, he replies:

“...y-yes.”

Sugan grimaces in a slow, disgusting smile, licking his lips again, and whispers:

“Good boy. Stay where you are.”

He steps back a few paces and prepares to run up and kick him in the head from a jump. He crouches like a predator, while his “cheerleaders” support him from behind. The newbie, with the garbage bag over his head, trembles all over.