Oh, Crumbs... [ Strixxie - Helluva Boss ]

Chapter 3 - Danger

A/N: TRIGGER WARING!!!!
Themes are getting a bit darky and the next two chapters will contain non-consensual contents.
If you feel uncomfortable with this, you're free to not read these chapters, the story will be understandable anyway!!
Enjoy~

The small imp was trapped between the wall and his kidnapper. Petrified in panic and fear.
The taller man harshly grabbed his broken hand, making him hiss in pain.

《Breaking your own hand to fail escaping? That's not so smart of you, little dude...》

Striker said and a low chuckle followed right after. He pulled his poor victim away from the wall, not caring if the little thing couldn't walk.

《W-wait--》

Moxxie tried to stop him, but Striker didn't listen. He dragged the aching creature towards the bed, shoving the poor boy on it.
The little imp gasped again because of the twinge and landed with his face on the rough sheets of the cheap bed.

《I remember telling you to stay sit in your fucking corner. You were even tied up, it wasn't so hard to do so..》

The snake-imp said. Moxxie tried his best to sneak away as fast as he could from that creaky bed. But as soon as he started to drag himself up he felt a presence getting on the mattress with him... On top of him...
His eyes widened in terror as he felt a claw harshly grabbing his shoulder to turn him around on the mattress, so that he could be face to face to his aggressor.

《S-striker wai--》

The same claw that gripped his shoulder was now around his neck, slowly squeezing the air out of his lungs. Moxxie gasped as he grabbed the hand tightened around his throat. His eyes shut down in fear.

《Maybe I went to easy on you, Vermin... I should try another approach.》

As his captor said that, Moxxie felt another claw running down his body. A shiver down his spine. He looked up to see Striker's wicked grin getting closer. And closer. And closer...
As the snake's face was approaching his, the small imp started squirming around, not even caring about how much his broken bones hurt doing that.
Striker's face was a few inches away from his. He could feel his captor's breath on his lips. It was disgusting...
He hit the snake using his good hand right on his face, puching him back a bit. A bad decision..
Striker stopped for a few seconds before looking Moxxie in the eyes. He was seeing red now.
The hitman grabbed Moxxie's broken hand making him hiss in pain.

《You shouldn't have done that, Vermin.》

Striker dragged his victim with him to grab the rope left on the radiator. He used his tail to keep the squirming imp still as he tied the boy's hands behind his back. Smirking when the other whined in pain because of his injured hand. Striker had to admit he liked the screams and whining coming from the little imp. It was better than he expected.
He threw the small guy on the bed a second time. The hitman rejoined his captive on the creaky bed as he grabbed his trusted knife with his tail. Moxxie widened his eyes in fear and started shaking his head.

《W-wait... d-don't do thMMnh》

A hand on his mouth again. Striker glared at him. He didn't need to say anything, Moxxie froze in place immediately. That stare gave him goosebumps...
As the little imp stopped moving and making noises, Striker's tail moved towards the small creature, bringing that pointy knife along. Moxxie's eyes went shut again. That's it. He was gonna die there, in a crappy, dirty motel room killed by a creepy snake assassin. All his life passed through his mind in that moment. Rears started streaming down when he realized he could never see Millie anymore... Millie... No more cuddles with her on the couch, singing silly love songs together, no more endless goodnight talks before falling asleep, no more kisses....
He gasped when he felt the tip of the knife on his neck. He held his breath when he felt it push a bit further. It stung...
But instead of going even further, it started to go down, ripping his clothes apart and exposing his skin to the enemy. His eyes opened immediately following his kidnapper's action.

Striker looked at the imp beneath him. He took a good look at those terrified yellow eyes, shining because of the tears coming out from them. He felt the injured body squirm under him. Moxxie's breath becoming labored as panic raise inside him. Once his captive's upper clothes were sliced, Striker's free hand moved to touch the soft red skin that was now exposed for him to see.

Moxxie shook rapidly his head multiple times, begging the man on top of him to stop there.

《Pleading won't help you, little dude...》

Striker's face got closer.

《On the contrary...》

Too close...

《It's getting me turned on.》

A sharp pain on the little imp's neck. A muffled scream coming out of his mouth as the snake's teeth sink deeper into the flesh and the inky blood started to come out.

The snake-imp held him still as he felt the little one's heartbeat getting faster and faster undsr the grip of his jaw.
The blood streaming down from the wounds he just created tasted so good. So sweet...
It almost was a pity to move away from it, but he had so much more to taste...
The grip on Moxxie's neck slowly disappeared as long with the hand over his mouth, leaving space to the imp's deep breath.

Moxxie gasped when he felt a wet tongue run over the blood on his neck to wipe it away.
His teary eyes watched as Striker licked his lips before looking down at him. The little imp sobbed and shook his head.

《P-please... I-- I won't try to escape again.. I-I swear- please--》

A shiver run down his spine as a clawed finger wiped away his tear.

《Oh no, Vermin.. I think it's time you learn the consequences of your actions.》

The claw slowly moved on the back of Moxxie's head and grasped strongly his hair, making him yelp in pain as his face was pushed closer to the other's one.

《Don't worry.... I'll make sure to imprint this lesson in that pretty little head of yours.》

Moxxie wanted to scream. To yell, squirm, kick, punch... but his body was injured and trapped under his enemy's grip.
He shut his eyes when he felt the other's lips touching his. The grasp on his hair growing tighter and making him gasp. The disgust raising as he felt a tongue slipping through his mouth...

~ To be Continued ~

A/N: PLEASE DON'T HATE MEEEEE!!!
I feel super guilty about what I'm doing to my precious small baby boy, but it's for the good of this story... çnç
I really hope you are enjoying it so far,
Also do you have any suggestions on how to write the delivery of the rifle? I'm kinda struggling with that lol