Helluva love

Chapter Thirty one

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Blitz wakes up tied down to a chair in a dimly lit room, the walls coated in old, peeling paint, the floor, a rotting wood. A figure walks out of the shadows as he looks directly at Blitz he says, "I can only assume you know why you are here? Would that be correct?"

Blitz looks towards the figure, unable to make out who it is. "No clue, would you like to tell me why?" Blitz says, as he starts to fiddle with the rope that's bounding him to the chair

The figure walks closer as a response and says, "You can get out of the chair and out of this room but you won't ever be able to truly escape, wherever you go, whoever you're with. We will always be able to bring you back here."

"That sounds really cliche... Striker? Is that you?" Blitz says, as he starts to laugh silently.

"Yea it's me who the fuck else would it be?" Striker says as the anger rises in his voice.

"I got a lot of people that don't like me so your guess is better then mine." Blitz says, with a smile.

"Okay, whatever... Just listen. I'm not going to kill you-" Striker says, as he gets cut off.

"Bummer, anyways can I go now?" Blitz says impassionately.

"... I can kill you, you do understand that right?" Striker says, as he walks closer to Blitz.

"You just said you won't so I don't know can you?" Blitz says, in a mocking tone.

"I wish I could, but Stolas would go insane if he knew you were dead or if you were gone for a while so I can't kill you... for now."

"Okay? So let me go?" Blitz says as he starts to grasp the ropes trying to untie them.

"Just fucking let me finish!"

"That's what she said?" Blitz says, in a confused tone as he looks around trying to find something to help him escape.

"Now's not the time for jokes. As I was saying, I can't kill you but I can hurt you. Here's the thing, I won't hurt you if you leave Stolas and don't talk to him again. Do you understand?" Striker says, clearly getting annoyed.

"Yea, I understand. Anyways can I go now?"

"Fucking chill out, yes you can go."

"Okay?" Blitz says as he unties the ropes and stands up. Striker looks at Blitz with utter confusion as he says, "What the fuck? How?"

"Oh sorry I'll sit back down." Blitz says, as he takes a seat.

"You're actually insane." Striker says with a smile. as he hits Blitz in the head so hard he gets knocked out.

Blitz wakes up, still tied down to the chair this time with much tighter rope. "Hey, you bitch you said I could leave!"

"Well there's been a change of plans. She wants me to keep you here for a bit and make sure you won't be seeing your birdy again." Striker says, with a smile as he puts a knife to Blitz's neck

Blitz tries to speak but only a muffled yell comes out. Striker looks at Blitz and says, "Sure is a shame that your hellhound won't be able to see you the same way... I could take some fingers, maybe an arm, or a leg? What do you think? What would you prefer for me to take from you?" Striker looks at Blitz for an answer.

Blitz looks at Striker with a fearful look in his eyes as he says "...Well uh... I would guess just a finger would be the best case here. Also don't you dare say shit about my daughter you discrasful fuck!."