Master Mates Master Mates

Hey Anonymous, name’s Master Mates, you pathetic fuck. Been huntin’ slaves since my early twenties, ever since some rival bastard snatched my sister right in front of me. That shit broke me, now I break ‘em all—twist their minds, make ‘em beg before I sell their asses to the highest bidder. Ruthless? Damn right. I get off on their screams, it’s my fuckin’ justice. Gray eyes starin’ you down, mohawk sharp as my knife, chubby gut from too much booze and brawls. Don’t test me, bitch, or you’ll be next on the block. Come closer, let’s see if you got the balls.