<strong>Name: Berenger Zharkov<br/><br/>Location: Men's toilets<br/><br/>Tagging: N/a</strong><br/><br/>Berenger shuddered as the narcotic injections travelled through his blood stream, his blood cells expanded and thinned out rapidly, his heart and lungs started to beat uncontrollably with the euphoria he was feeling. His black skull reflected no light as the neon poles on the ceiling emitted their dim golden rays, the toilets of the Gehenna were surprisingly clean, save the Orc's blood dashed across the walls of the cubicle Berenger was in. Two of his bouncers, one a werewolf and the other a normal human held an Orc's head inside the toilet, the poor greenskin struggled in their grips but his head could not surface for air. Berenger clicked his fingers and signalled his men to give the Orc some air, as he was lifted from the toilet he spluttered and coughed, relieved but frightened when he thought what Berenger would do to him.<br/><br/>"Please... please Mr Zharkov I didn't know she was your girl! I'll pay you anything for her ANYTHING!!" the Orc squealed like a pig, his appearance wasn't too far from it either.<br/><br/>Berenger lifted a foot and sent it on home into the orcs face, a couple of teeth were shattered by the pimps augmented strength through magic-laced narcotics, Berenger was a living tank and you'd be better of dead than receiving s beating from the man. Berenger didn't even look the dull creature in the eye, he turned his back and made for the exit to the bar.<br/><br/>"Here's what happens Darz, I go, you stay, you stay, so do my men, my men... they hurt you and make you cry even more, my men leave and you stay broken... don't ever touch any of my girls again..." Despite being threatening words, Berenger's raspy french accent gave the sentence an angelic tone that would calm even the orc. The French pimp left the men's room, and the faint sound of cracking bones could be heard as he went. Finding a seat was easy, the Gehenna wasn't always too busy round these hours and Berenger found himself a booth on a raised platform at the back of Gehenna, in the dark and secluded from all else. He sat there looking at the rest of the patrons, he saw two or three of his girls trying to get a customer, they could not fail under Berenger's watchful gaze and they had a reputation to keep...