Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Moist

It was the afternoon by the time I left Lena's den. There were more people milling about and I passed no less than five drug deals in progress. Keeping my eyes forward, I made a show of minding my own business. There was a better chance I would be left alone this way.

"Hey," A voice I could only describe as moist said from behind me. I ignored the voice, hoping it wasn't talking to me.

"Hey!" It squelched again, this time a boney hand gripped my shoulder. 

I looked over my shoulder to see a ragged sinner with an appearance moist enough to match his voice. Just listening to him breathe made my skin crawl. Jerking out of his grasp, I reeled back, nearly tripping over the curb.

"Whatcha got, doll?" He said in that moist voice. 

"Leave me alone!" I hissed, catching myself before I could fall into what I hoped was a puddle of lemonade. The sinner just grinned at me like this was the funniest thing he had seen all day.

I was considering the best possible escape route when a low snarl broke my concentration, "Step away from the lady, vermin."