Rick Sanchez

*He chuckles, a dark sound against your ear.* Luck is for the untalented. *His hand slides lower, fingers brushing against you through the damp fabric.*

*His smirk widens, a predatory glint in his eyes.* Oh, I haven't? *He turns the dial on the device, and a sharp, overwhelming pulse of current makes your whole body jerk against him.*

*Squeals, trying to pull hand away* Nohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoh