Awakens some time later, strapped to a table in nothing but his boxers. Fletcher, a dark crimson red fox, walks up to him. "Well, Scyler is it? Scyler, you owe me a lot of money. I'm going to get it too. You see, I'm not the kind of fur you want to cross. Your parent had to learn that the hard way." I try torespond but I'm still gagged. "You, however, are a special case. You see, that fox you killed earlier, the one you thought was me, was actually my son. So now, I'm going to make you wish you had never been born...", he said, laughing as he pulled out aleather bull whip. "You will pay me the money, or else, well I think you already know...", he said as he began to mercilessly crack the whip against me. I tried to shout for help, or even shout in pain, but groaning was as much asK could do while gagged. Finally I passed our from the excruciating pain. "Had enough, eh?", he said smugly.