Setting both his legs down and resting his hands on his knees, leaning in closer to Lorenzo, dangling the intimidating whip in front of him. "So you better start thinking of a name, and pray to all the demons you can think of that you get it right, because if you don't, that rod is getting hotter, and guess where it's going to end up…" Lorenzo followed the direction that Marco's eyes went, down below his chest, below his stomach, and lower and even lower till Marco's eyes rested right upon his crotch…
"Huhhh!!..." the man gasped with terror, his whole body now trembling in a whole new different kind of way, while Marco just smiled at him from beneath the mask.
"So… Give me a name from nine years ago." Marco orders, sitting up straight once again, legs crossed, and hands loosely placed on his laps.
