#niratias

"I was wondering how long it would be until the two of us found ourselves business partners," Zaychik chuckled quietly, shaking his head, "Although I prefer the term bloody buddies." Shoving his hands into his pockets, they stepped forward up and out of the darkness. In truth, it hadn't taken much effort from Josh to convince Zaychik - just the offer of this job being unusual was enough for the masked man. It was strange, how even violence and gore could grow to be dull when it was done day in and day out. Before long, you began to focus more on the amount of time it would take to get the blood out of your clothes than what you did to put it there in the first place.

"Hey, yeah, let me call you back. If you don't hear from me by tonight…" Azin said softly on the phone before slipping it into her pocket, that same hand now holding the controller for the shocks in his body loosely. She didn't like what she was seeing on the TV; she knew exactly who was responsible for this, and she also knew what was sitting on her sofa right now.

"Gabe, turn that off." She ordered, the most force her voice had ever directed towards him. She didn't give him a choice. "I said shut it off." Still he didn't listen, and she was not happy. Seeing that kind of chaos on the TV sent her nervous system into overdrive, and that's when she got sloppy and made mistakes. She was about to make one, a big one. "Look at me." Her finger hooked the corner of the muzzle to force him to watch her.

In reflection, she will hate that the first time Gabe touches her is in violence, but that will be in reflection, not now. Now she's just focusing on landing safe. She did try to take half a step back before he got to her and sent her flying. Her slight frame was sent backwards; she didn't even stumble, her feet left the ground and she came crashing down, missing the coffee table. The wind was driven out of her lungs.

"You--"

I shrug off my jacket. Hang it on the hook by the door.

"--were incredibly loud tonight."

The bartender flinched. The bouncer prepared. A very enraged female patron was flipped off. No one got away unscathed, except the taxi driver and that was only because of my hand at Gabe's neck the whole ride over, thumb moving every time he looked like he was winding up.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

I don't wait for an answer. Can't care what it is.

this sunday, the feeding ground — which was amaris's very own BDSM club and restaurant — was bustling with patrons of all kinds... but whenever it came time for her to meet with her newest client, to say she was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. i mean, yes, amaris had heard the man's voice over the phone as he had booked a private scene with her that day and he sounded strong; but upon being greeted with the sight of mox? she had to say, the mandibles that were usually hidden within her cheeks were shaking with excitement at the thought of getting a mouthful of him.

maybe quite literally, amaris thought, depending on what kind of play scene moxley had booked. she just couldn't shake the prospect of the idea that some cannibalistic people's she heard had, as well as just a fact of nature with the knowledge that she was a predator animal: which was if you were to consume a strong animal, then you would become stronger yourself. in any case, once she was reminded of the nature of his appointment once again by looking him up in the client list she had for the day, amaris could feel a smile tug at her lips.

she didn't often have clients that were interested in piercing play, but hey, she could definitely make this work. after asking mox to follow her down a long and winding hallway where she could hear honey (her best friend and also coworker) engaging in a scene with what sounded like a woman. amaris made a note to herself to ask carmela how her session went later. and soon enough, they had reached her room, which she beckoned moxley into promptly. the door was soon closed then, and ground rules were set as she told mox that he could pause or stop the play at anytime by using the traffic light system.

it was then that she told mox to undress and she had changed into a leather outfit, complete with a corset, a spiked collar, and long boots. she strode up to hug him from behind afterward, whispering to him softly. ❝ hmm... you seem like the type to like the thrill of leaving your fate entirely in the hands of a complete stranger, honey — am i right? otherwise, why would you have booked a session with me where we'd play with needles? ❞ amaris bit onto his earlobe from behind before tugging at it, one hand on his chest and the other reaching down to rub his v-line. that was when she decided to push him down gently but firmly into the tattoo-like bed she had in the room.

circling around the front of it was easy enough as she tied his wrists together underneath the table. the only thing that was left was separating the bottom of the bed into two separate pieces for both his legs before securing his ankles into the bed. amaris made sure to put the appropriate instrument stand she had within view of moxley's vision before starting some incense in the room. from there, amaris had started to open a sterile needle pack she had after putting on gloves, using one of her hands to raise moxleys chin to face her. she let out a pleased hum upon seeing the way his expression contorted at the beginning intrusion of the needle within his back.

A sly smirk appeared to his lips at the sound of the other’s words, clearly not surprised to be called out on his bluff. Kenny knew first hand what it was like to be betrayed, to have someone you trusted most turn their back on you as if you were nothing. Claudio hadn’t switched up on the Ohioan yet, but it was only a matter of time before Mox would experience the same betray Kenny once felt. He didn’t know why he felt the need to sweeten his words for Mox, a man who he had endless bloody battles with in the past. But still he found himself caring for some reason.

P r e d a t o r. Noun. An animal that hunts, kills, and eats other animals.

>. Binary had seen her fair share of predators moving in and out Gotham City. Some were more aware, and some less, of what they truly were. A danger to society. To other people. Especially those who were innocent enough to believe justice would stand up for them.

That's where she came in. When the system wasn't enough, she was the one who recreated it. Coded it. Made it brand new.

[ msg >> pogostickdude89 ]: im here . u close ?

This guy, who went by the online handle 'pogostickdude89', had caught her attention that same morning in the less-than-favorable sides of the darkweb. Asking for girls, young ones -- like there was no shame to be had in asking such things.

[ pogostickdude89 ]: Yes, Pulling Up RN

He had to be removed from the equation. One less asshole to be thinking about and one less asshole to be out there doing damage.

By the time the target had arrived at the Gotham Pier to pick up the 'wares', Binary had already been lurking in the shadows nearby. Gripping the taser in one hand and the gun in the other. Both ready to be fired off at a moment's notice.

Then it was all downhill from there. At least for pogostickdude89.

The second he exited the door, Binary struck. Pushing the prongs into his back, sending off a violent electrical current -- sending him to trip over his own feet and into the dirt below.

"W-What the fuck, man!? Who are you!? What is this ---"

"Shut. Up."

Hunter becomes the hunted. How poetic.<

"Oh good!" He answered in his best impression of a fifties house wife. Maybe if Zaychik was more prepared, they might have even found a dress, but for now, they would have to deal with the limited aspects of the joke.