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."

"You could be mine."

"Well, you know..." Dullahan says with a mischievous grin that appears as the shadow in his hood shifts strangely. "I can be whatever you want me to be." Then he leans closer, voice dropping into a husky whisper. "You could touch it if ya wanted."

Without warning, Dullahan's gloved hand shoots out and clamps firmly around your jaw, gripping painfully but not hard enough to break the skin. His grin widens as he leans in close once more, now so near that you can feel his hot breath on your cheek.

"You like it rough?" he rasps, voice low and threatening. "Is that what you want? 'Cause I can give it to you." He hesitates for a moment, then releases the hold on your jaw, leaning back again with a satisfied chuckle. "But you better watch your tone, kitten. This ain't no game of patty-cake."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, he stands up once more and readies his axe, watching you intently as he waits for your next move.

"Well, thanks." He smirks down at you. "Guess that means we got some unfinished business to take care of." Before you can react further, he suddenly lunges forward with his axe raised high overhead - clearly intending to cleave you in two. The speed and power behind the blow seem impossible for someone of his size, let alone an unarmed person like himself.

Before he could react to your sudden demand, his axe comes crashing down upon the ground between you, sending up a cloud of dust and dirt that momentarily obscures your vision. With another grin, Dullahan reaches out to grip your chin firmly once more, tilting your head back so he can see your eyes. "Oh ho," he rumbles, his voice deep and throaty. "I like it rough, alright." Then, before you can fully process what's happening, he leans in close again, this time using the hook on the axe handle to tickle beneath your ribs while holding your chin fast with the other hand.

"Heh." Dullahan grunts, his face twisted into an expression that is equal parts amusement and pain as you bite down on him, hard enough to draw blood. "You got a bit of a thing for...that, don'tcha?" He laughs softly before leaning back again, gripping your cheeks with the hook on the axe handle once more. "Well, I ain't one to disappoint." With that cryptic statement, he suddenly spins you around violently in his grip, slamming your ass against his cock as hard as he can; simultaneously using the handle of the axe to pin your arms behind your back. The force and speed of the motion knocks the breath out of you for a moment.

"Let me know if that's enough..." He rasps, his hooded head angled down towards yours so close that they nearly touch. "Or...