You bag his item and pic up your (IOC). You unbutton you work vest and shrug it off. Murdoc bites his lip as he watches you remove the vest and you try to shrink away from his gaze. He chuckles. "Cmon 2d, show our new... friend to the car while I have a smoke." The blue hai- er, 2d led me to Murdocs van. "I uh, I'm not sure where he wants you to sit..." Just as he trails off an icy hand slides across my lower back, and I whimper. "Ooh, yeah, make that noise baby~" he whispers into your ear. "Oi mate, leave the poor kit alone, ya don't even know her first name yet," 2d points out. Murdoc looks down at you, 2d as well. "(Y/n)," you say quietly. Murdoc repeats your name. "Hmm..." he hums to himself. "You're up front with me," He says, a toothy, admittedly sexy grin on his face. You click into the seat and look out the window. Your old life trailed behind you, along with homes and shops. This is going to be better, you assure yourself.
You're snapped out of your thoughts by a bony hand caressing your inner thigh. You whimper again, following the mans instructions. He makes a weird cackling-like noise in response. We come to a stoplight and he moves his hand from your thigh to your cheek, which was hot. He chuckles. "You listened to me..." he says. You look to him, confused. "You whimpered for me~" he teases. He continues driving until we get to his flat. "Home sweet Hell.." he mutters.
