Dan Cody
Firewalker
- Joined
- Apr 5, 2020
Normally he stood about zero chance of overpowering her. She wasn't The Reaper, but she was certainly more adept at combat than him. He spent most of his time behind a screen. He took Muay Thai as a hobby, at best. However, she was drugged, beaten to death, and missing a finger. He liked his odds. "Oh, Owen, you stupid fuck. You don't have any fucking leverage right now. I know no one knows you're here. And I know you have nowhere else to go." From his pocket, he pulled out a long syringe and uncapped it, placing it on the table ominously.
"You're such a fucking tease, you know that? I save your life, I bring you into my home, and you think an IOU is going to fucking cut it. No, fuck you Owen." He began advancing toward her, until she was pushed against the wall. He faked a punch at her head, freaking her out and causing a reaction, before sending a hard knee into her gut, knocking all the air out of her. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist, using his superior size and surprise to spin her around, and wrapping his arm around her throat. He squeezed tightly, cutting her windpipe off completely.
Grunting from the effort he began whispering in her ear "Pretty soon you're going to run out of air. And if that happens, I'm going to tie you up a hell a lot better than The Reaper did, and you're not going to have a single bit of say in any of this. You try and kick me and I'll snap your fucking neck, Owen." He pulled her with him, dragging Owen by the windpipe to the table. He loosened the hold on her slightly, for just a second, allowing her a deep gasp of air. He was now against the foot of the sofa, her between his legs.
"Now listen very carefully, your freedom and life might count on it, Owen. You see that syringe? That's the rest of the aphrodisiac that was in your coffee, you fucking whore. That's why you're so fucking wet right now." His hand roamed down between her legs and his fingers rubbed aggresivley over her exposed sex. "Very slowly, you're going to grab the syringe and inject it into your leg." He gestured at her exposed legs. "You make a single fucking movement too fast, that I don't like, and I'm going to ruin your fucking life, got it? Play along and you can have the laptop, even."
He then put the pressure back on her windpipe, cutting her air off completely. "Tick tock. Inject the fucking syringe and I'll let you breathe," he grunted, pushing a few fingers into her for his own fun.
"You're such a fucking tease, you know that? I save your life, I bring you into my home, and you think an IOU is going to fucking cut it. No, fuck you Owen." He began advancing toward her, until she was pushed against the wall. He faked a punch at her head, freaking her out and causing a reaction, before sending a hard knee into her gut, knocking all the air out of her. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist, using his superior size and surprise to spin her around, and wrapping his arm around her throat. He squeezed tightly, cutting her windpipe off completely.
Grunting from the effort he began whispering in her ear "Pretty soon you're going to run out of air. And if that happens, I'm going to tie you up a hell a lot better than The Reaper did, and you're not going to have a single bit of say in any of this. You try and kick me and I'll snap your fucking neck, Owen." He pulled her with him, dragging Owen by the windpipe to the table. He loosened the hold on her slightly, for just a second, allowing her a deep gasp of air. He was now against the foot of the sofa, her between his legs.
"Now listen very carefully, your freedom and life might count on it, Owen. You see that syringe? That's the rest of the aphrodisiac that was in your coffee, you fucking whore. That's why you're so fucking wet right now." His hand roamed down between her legs and his fingers rubbed aggresivley over her exposed sex. "Very slowly, you're going to grab the syringe and inject it into your leg." He gestured at her exposed legs. "You make a single fucking movement too fast, that I don't like, and I'm going to ruin your fucking life, got it? Play along and you can have the laptop, even."
He then put the pressure back on her windpipe, cutting her air off completely. "Tick tock. Inject the fucking syringe and I'll let you breathe," he grunted, pushing a few fingers into her for his own fun.