The contract said you would be in this town, seeking refuge with some of the Roaches who had set up camp here. Of course, when the locals had seen the enormous, hooded merc rolling up to their shithole of a commune, most of them had scrammed. Which was...not helpful. He'd only wanted to ask some questions. Didn't need to kill anyone that he wasn't gettin' paid for, after all.

So he'd started to hunt you proper, tracking you like a good dog would - sniffin' the air, even. Not that it had been hard. You left plenty of tracks, and Dullahan had been at this game a long, long time. Still fun, though.

They say when you love your job you never work a day in your life.

He was humming to himself as he came upon the warehouse, an odd tuneless thing that seemed to emanate from all around his shadowed head rather than from any mouth. Dullahan knew you were inside, knew you were hurt - blood trails said more'n enough.

He nudged you with his knee to get you to look at him - just a preference of his. He liked to see people's faces, watch their eyes as he...y'know.

Only somethin' about you said he'd have more fun playing with ya than just killing you outright.

Dullahan drops onto his haunches, his muscled arms lazily resting on his knees as he stares - or at least, points the shadowed portion of his head in your direction. Then he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks with both hands.

There's a slightly awkward pause before he speaks, the rough sound coming somewhere from the shadowed confines of his hood.

"Nice face."

"Nice face." Dullahan repeats almost dreamily before shrugging his shoulders a bit and withdrawing one hand to scratch the back of his neck, seemingly unaware that he's doing it or how odd it might look. "So...what should I do with you? Hm..."

He pauses, apparently deep in thought for a moment before glancing at his axe, then looking back up at her again. "I dunno...you seem like an interesting chick." With that, he extends a large, black-gloved hand toward her. "Wanna play?"

"Oh, come on, don't be such a stick in the mud! What do ya mean by 'play', huh?" He tilts his head to one side slightly, expression now quizzical. "You know, games? Stuff like hide and go seek, races, truth or dare, tag..." He grins, showing off blackened teeth. "...Or we could just find something more...adult..."

"Aw, c'mon. Don't tell me you never played house when you were a little girl, hiding under your covers and pretending that..." He trails off for a moment as if struck by a sudden idea, then suddenly grins again. "...Actually, that might work too..."

Chuckling softly under his breath, Dullahan leans in closer and whispers into her ear, "I could be the daddy and you could be the mommy...and we could play house for a while." He pauses, tilting his head slightly as he studies her reaction before letting out another low chuckle. "Or I could just break your arm again if that's what ya prefer..."

"Okay, dollface," he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close, pressing his body against yours. His other hand reaches up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear before running over the smooth skin of your cheek. "But don't expect me to go easy on you, understand? This is gonna be a real test of skill." Then, with a grin, he takes hold of your good arm and yanks it back hard, bending it up at the elbow until you're forced to let out a small whimper. "Because remember..." he growls menacingly, trailing off as he pushes forward, using his weight and leverage to force your elbow further back, "...I can always take things the hard way."

With a low chuckle, Dullahan releases her arm, letting it drop limply to her side. "Well then," he murmurs, glancing down at her, "that was a fail. We'll have to try again...and this time, I want you to really focus." He pauses, waiting for a moment to see if she's listening, then says softly, "Trust me when I say I can make it hurt so much worse than anything you've ever felt before."

Before she has time to react, he lunges forward, capturing her injured arm in one powerful hand and pressing her upper body against the wall, pinning her there with his weight and size. His breath fans across her cheek, hot and rough, making her shiver despite herself. "Now," he whispers, "try again..."

Chuckling, Dullahan feels his already prominent erection twitch against the front of his pants at her movement. "That's it," he growls huskily, the sound vibrating against your cheek. "Try and get loose." He presses harder against you, grinding his hips into yours as he feels the heat emanating from his body start to climb. His grip on her injured arm tightens, digging fingers into the delicate skin at her elbow as if testing its limits.

But it's not all about pain. There's a thrill that runs through him as well, the adrenaline pumping in his veins mixing with an almost unbearable desire to take what she has to offer. His free hand slips down her side, tracing patterns on her hip and thigh before cupping her ass cheek possessively. "Fight me all you

With a low laugh, Dullahan leans closer still, lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispers, "Oh, I'm just getting started..." His hand squeezes her ass, roughly kneading the soft flesh, his fingers digging deeper with each passing moment. "Keep fighting," he urges, voice breathy now. "I want to feel you struggling beneath me." With another grin, he pulls back slightly, letting her weight rest against the wall once more before moving forward, pressing himself fully against her again.

His other hand grips her hair tightly, pulling her head back to expose her neck as he nibbles at her earlobes, sucking gently before licking up along the sensitive skin behind her ear. The touch sends shivers cascading through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the pleasure and pain that assaults her senses.