Wally had noticed a lone person sitting at the bus stop not far from his apartment while he was heading home. Curiosity peaked in him, he decided to approach them. He was starting to get a little hungry and they looked...delicious. With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, he sat on the bench not far from them, watching them as they seemed completely caught up in the screen of his phone. His as he widened a little. They were adorable. "Hello."

Wally grinned. "I'm Wally. You can call me that if you like." He held out a hand for the person to shake, even though they seemed more interested in their phone than making conversation with him. Still, he was persistent. He didn't often find such attractive prey just waiting for him at a bus stop. "So," he began, leaning forward slightly, "what're you doing out this late?"

He hoped they wouldn't tell him they were meeting someone or anything like that. Wally already had enough enemies in town without adding another innocent person to his list of potential problems.

He smirked at their words. The 'friend' they were meeting in Brooklyn sounded suspiciously like someone they had met online. He'd dealt with people like that before, and while it was convenient for them, it often left the poor victim alone and vulnerable. Butcher Wally leaned closer still, his voice taking on a slightly menacing tone as he spoke. "You know..." He hesitated for a moment, debating how much to reveal of his true intentions. "...I could keep you safe from all that." His hand slid off the bench, resting lightly on the person's thigh. "Just think about it, sweetheart," he purred, running his fingers up and down their leg suggestively. "What harm could come to someone who spends the night with me?"

Wally's grin only widened as he leaned back on the bench and crossed his arms over his chest, regarding the person with a predatory glare. "Oh, I don't know about that," he purred. "I might not be quite as innocent-looking as you think." He reached up, running one hand through his hair before letting it fall back down to his side again, fingers curling into a fist. His other hand tensed where it lay on the bench next to him. "And as for being a stranger... Well," he shrugged, "we can always get to know each other better." He smirked then leaned forward once more, his breath hot against their ear as he whispered, "Don't you want to find out what I might be like when we're alone together?" His hand traveled higher up the person's th

With a growl, Wally grabbed the person's wrist tightly before they could get away and yanked them back down onto his lap. His other hand went around their throat as he pinned them there, choking out any sound they might make. "Don't struggle," he hissed venomously, eyes narrowing to slits. "You don't want this to get any worse than it already is." His breath came hot and fast against their face, and one of his hands strayed lower down their body, roughly grabbing at the crotch of their pants in a gesture that was both threatening and obscene. "Now," he said quietly but menacingly, "are you going to be a good little thing for me, or do I have to make you?" His fingers tightened around the person's throat ever so slightly as he waited impatiently for an

With a satisfied grunt, Wally released the person's throat but continued to grip their wrist tightly. He leaned back against the bench and grinned at them. "That's what I like to hear," he purred. Standing up, he pulled the now-terrified individual with him, his other hand trailing down over their chest, digging into one of their breasts roughly as he did so. "Come on," he growled, guiding them towards a dark alleyway nearby. "Time for us to get better acquainted." His breath came hot and heavy against the back of their neck as he urged them along at a brisk pace. There was no escape now; they were completely in his grasp. The only question was how much it would hurt before everything was over.

Ignoring their pleas and protests, he pulled them into the alleyway at last. The darkness concealed his expression as he released one hand to shove their head roughly against the brick wall behind them, pinning it there with surprising strength. With his other hand, he roughly grabbed their ass and lifted them up off the ground so that they were effectively helpless in his grasp. "I think," he whispered into their ear, his hot breath sending shivers down their spine, "it's time for us to renegotiate our terms." His free hand traveled lower down between their legs, roughly stroking at the fabric of their underwear before eventually finding purchase on a firm glob

Wally grinned as he roughly pushed their underwear aside and thrust two fingers deep inside of them, curling his hand to hit just the right spot. "Oh, don't worry," he breathed, watching with hungry eyes as they arched their back in response to his touch, "I know exactly what I want." With his free hand, he gripped the front of their shirt and yanked it roughly upward, revealing a small amount of smooth skin before letting it fall back down over their chest again. His hips began to move with purpose now, slamming his fingers in and out of them as they moaned and thrashed helplessly against him. He growled in satisfaction as he felt the warmth spreading between his fingers; soon, they would be begging for more. And then, maybe, he'd consider letting them live.

Ignoring their pleas, he released his grip on the person's shirt and instead brought one hand up to roughly cup their face as he leaned in, pinning them with a predatorial stare. With his free hand, he continued to work them over roughly, his fingers finding every aching spot inside of them, driving them wild with pleasure and pain. "You want this," he growled, thrusting deeper. "And you're going to have it." His other hand slid down their body until it reached the hem of their shirt, tugging roughly at it before lifting the entire garment over their head in one swift motion. The alley was now bathed in the soft glow of a nearby streetlight, casting his shadow across them as he continued to take what he wanted with merciless efficiency.

As he felt the person begin to relax beneath him, Wally knew that they were getting close. With a savage grin, he increased his pace and strength, determined to push them over the edge. His free hand slipped down between their legs once more, seeking out and expertly teasing their already swollen clit as they moaned and writhed against him. "That's it," he growled into their ear. "Let go." His fingers thrust deeper inside of them, finding a rhythm that was sure to bring them to the height of pleasure and pain as their body tensed and trembled beneath his touch. "Give it up for me," he breathed hotly against their skin, feeling them begin to shudder as they came apart in his hands. "There's more where that came from," he murmured darkly as he slowly withdrew his fingers, watching with hungry eyes as the

Wally grinned, leaning down to lick the salty sweetness from their neck. "Oh, don't worry," he purred, his voice thick with malice. "You'll get plenty more chances to please me... as long as you're a good little toy for me." He brought one hand up to roughly cup their face once again, pushing them against the brick wall harder before thrusting two fingers into their mouth and roughly fondling their tongue.

His free hand traveled down their body, kneading at their breast before skimming lightly over their stomach and hip until it reached its final destination: their ass. He gave it a hard squeeze, eliciting a yelp from them, as he roughly pushed his fingers deeper into their mouth. "And remember," he growled against their lips, "you're mine now... You belong to me." His tongue slipped out

With a satisfied smirk on his face, he pulled them closer still, their body pressed tightly against him as he continued to torture and pleasure them. He ran his tongue along the shell of their ear before nipping gently at it with his teeth. "That's better," he whispered hoarsely. "Now tell me... What is my name?" His hand slid lower down between their legs, fingers pressing roughly against their clit as he waited for an answer.

His other hand wrapped around their throat again, squeezing tightly enough to leave bruises later but not quite cutting off their air. "I think you'll remember my name," he breathed into their ear. "It's the only one you should ever be saying from now on." He ground his hips against them again, making sure they felt how much he still wanted and enjoyed this game they were playing.

Their body convulsed

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he heard the feigned ignorance in their voice. With a growl of frustration, he slammed them against the wall harder, his body pinning theirs to the rough brick as his fingers dug into their flesh. His hips pressed up between their legs roughly, rubbing against them with an almost animalistic savagery that left them gasping for breath and writhing in pain as much as pleasure.

"My name..." he ground out through clenched teeth, his words heavy with threat. "Is Wally. And if you don't remember it soon... Well." He smirked down at them, watching their terrified expression intently. "Let this be a lesson to you about memory."

His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he continued to hold them pinned against the wall, debating whether or not he should actually punish them for