Helluva Boss! ¬ Moxxie X Striker & Blitz X Striker

The Tension : PT. 2

"W-Well.. I thought.." Moxxie was interrupted by Striker "Did ya think ya could just leave like that?" He hissed as his expression got aggressive again, grinning "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Moxxie, baby. Yer stayin' with me for now on" Striker grabbed him by his collar, throwing him to the ground. "Ah!" Moxxie yelped as he hit the ground hard. Striker smiled, grabbing him from the hair and throwing him up on the bed. He'd grab the ropes that he untied Moxxie a while ago, tying his wrists to the bed frame, Moxxie was still a bit faint from hitting the ground badly with a shaky vision, "Eh.." He looked down at Striker, it seemed like Striker took out a toolbox from underneath his bed. 

"For now yer gonna be my toy for a bit. If ya disobey me yer gonna have to be punished" He took out a hatchet, observing it. Moxxie gulped not wanting to say anything all he could do was stare shamelessly. Striker looked at Moxxies expression, handling the hatchet "Oh, Moxxie baby. What's wrong?" Striker got up as he pretended to be concerned, putting his free hand to freely touch Moxxies chin as he'd slip away from his hand tryna get his face away from him as much as he could. Striker sat down on the bed next to Moxxie "I'm sorry if I did something wrong, baby. Only if I could just carve a smile out of your mouth." He waved the hatchet around.

Eventually, Striker dropped the hatchet onto the ground as it made a loud thump as it clashes into the wooded floor. He kicked it underneath the bed, sighing. "I'll just have to break you for a bit." He unbuckled his pants, Moxxie sighs "Why can't you do this to anyone else? Why me?" Striker glared at Moxxie not replying as he simply ignores that question. He took his pants off and... Here we go again.