Giriko knew he was skating very dangerous ground, and he casually popped out a chain, encircling his throat. Just in case.

"What's the point, then?" he asked, rubbing against. "Look, I ain't here to rape you, Justin. You don't want it fine, but you gotta give me a good reason. And don't give me shit about it hurting, because I doubt you'll cry. And it ain't about power, either."

He leaned closer, forcing the arm back a little, his voice dropping. "It's about me makin' you scream, and you bein' real grateful to me afterwards."