The Stalkers

Matcha screamed in response, "That was barely a minute! I'll be out the moment I get that photo! Just be patient."

"No, there is no room for discussion. You leave the moment your time is up."

Matcha could literally feel a suction force slowly wrapping around his body as it lifted him off the ground. Sweat beaded his forehead as Matcha relented, "Alright, alright! I'll transfer you the money when I'm out." Actually, he was sniggering in his head, "Only a fool will transfer you the money when he is out."

However, the suction force did not subside. Instead, it grew even stronger. Dust Ball explained, "There is wifi inside my belly. Transfer the money to me now or I'll throw you out."

"D*mn it, that niggard." Matha's paw darted across his screen before tapping on the wifi button. Transacting that money over was like cutting a piece of his own meat and giving it away. Pain seared through him as he screamed, "Give me another minute!"