#letusdotherp

“Y-Y’m sssorri hyghblood...Y-Y wassn’t lookyn--”

“Weren’t lookin huh? Yeah I can fuckin’ tell.”

>His friends are sneering and it makes your skin itch, taking a step back as he looms over you, face contorted with anger.

“¡Y-Y’m sso ssorri Y’m sso ssorri yt won’t happen agayn honesst yt won’t!”

>You quickly backpedal and turn around, trying to move back the way you came from, when a hand grabs your shoulder and squeezes, making you cringe. He’s holding so hard it hurts, and keeping you in place.

“Where ya goin’ twiggy? Oh I’ll make sure it don’t happen again...”

>You hear one of his pals cackle and your stomach sinks as he spins you around. He looks you up and down and you shrink as his eyes bore into you. He focuses on your neck for a moment, and you think thank fuck, your collar. You look like property, that will save you right? His grin makes you think otherwise as he grabs you by the collar and drags you down an alley.

“A slave should know better. I’m sure your master can get a better one.”

>Behind you both his friends follow, and you drag your heels, trying to pull back, but he’s far too strong, easily pulling you along without resistance. His friends block the way as he throws you down the alleyway, a maniacal smile on his face. When you pick yourself up and turn around, he’s already in your face. You back up but there’s a dead end.

>Get your ass beat.

>That’s definitely what is happening. Your satchel is on the floor and he kicks it to the side as he punches you in the gut, making you wheeze. With how big he is, he’s holding back, wanting to drag this out, and probably getting a kick out of beating up a supposed rust. You have no clue how long it is, but he punches you everywhere he can reach. He keeps whaling on you until you can’t stand anymore, curled up on the floor of the alley. You just hear his friends laughing behind him as they block the only escape route. You can’t help but start crying and babbling for mercy, and that’s your biggest mistake.

>Your tears are pink stupid, and they are leaking out of your goggles

>The highblood stops and stares at you, then turns back to his friends.

“Look fellas...we got ourselves a fuckin’ mutant...let’s fuckin’ smear it.”

>You don’t know what to do, but you have to think fast or you’re dead. Begging isn’t getting you anywhere. Your mind races trying to think of anything, anything you can do. Your powers are useless here, your words are useless here, your weapon isn’t on you...