The Sunflower Seed

“Right,” The ringleader started as she strode over to him, and placed an elbow on one of the arm rests of the chair he sat in. This was the one time Zevlor was glad he had Hold Person inflicted on him as this mystery lady leaned in, resting her chin on her fist. He would’ve physically squirmed underneath the blank stare as it reminded him too much of the Absolute run in.   

The brief flash of the empty face had distracted him enough for the leader to take both arms and secure them behind his back, “I should properly introduce myself then. My friends call me Tav.” The cuffs clicked around his wrists, painfully biting him. 

Damnation! Suddenly, an idea came to mind: though Tav and her accomplices were using shapeshifting magic of some sort, if he managed to land a hit and get them to bleed on his clothes, it’d be enough to find out their real identities. All he had to do was wait for this spell to break! 

The touch of a hand on his inner thigh abruptly pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see Tav’s black clad arm rummage around in his pocket. Except, they weren’t rummaging. Her hand trailed down his right inner thigh, tingles of arousal blazing where you’ve touched, his pants became tighter while heat rose to his cheeks.

By the Nines, what is wrong with him? Getting turned on by such an action is not what a proper Hellrider should react to. 

As if the devil’s took delight in his confused state, Tav’s hand departed faster than he wanted, making him groan in both misery and relief. That alluring voice switched to his other ear, making him shiver in anticipation as she continued on, “Here’s the thing: I like you. I’d hate to kill you and I don’t want a handsome man' s death on my hands. So, be good and you’ll live or, well-”

The reloading of the shotgun - CH-CHK! - brought him back to reality as Tav successfully fished out his other set. He threw the drow visage a snarl, baring his teeth.

His wrists felt heavier and his stomach sunk in worry as the final click echoed through the office. 

“There, all better.” Tav cooed sickly into his ear, forcing him to take a breath. He had to stay calm and look for his chance. A quick flick with his tail and Zevlor fell onto his side with a bang! Pain radiated up his shoulder and his horn bounced a bit off the marble, and before he could take stock of any injuries, he was being hefted back onto his knees, staring up at Tav directly.

Damn mask! No way to gauge what she’ll do next. There has to be a way to get blood or even better, have her take off the mask! 

Wait, she’s taking off her glove?