Of course he leaves. As soon as he breaks her.
Trembling too bad to move, she just stared. Why? Why would anyone think that was okay? “Just…just leave…” she mumbled, picking at the wrists and gritting her teeth. Gathering her remaining strength, she glared. She wiped her eyes, grabbed the gun and glared. “Y-you’ve already caused me enough fucking trouble, now get out.” She said, voice cracking occasionally. Fuck.
chatshire: "Hé," ~Luce
Her eyes widened, something that hadn’t been there in a while recognizable in her expression.
Being the child of two mobsters, you don’t exactly lead the best life. A shit ton of her dad’s “employees” who had been hired to “train” her always ended up pinning her to something or other and well…ya know.
She’d trained herself, made herself stronger just to try to prevent this. And now here she was. She remembered why she was to show no mercy. Because in the end, it’d always end bad for her.
Liquid streamed down her cheeks. Tears? …no, it can’t be.
"P-please…please don’t rape me…"
"Get. Out." She growled, ignoring his question. Yeah, it hurt like hell. And the sooner her got his ass out of there, the sooner she could go fix it. But until this numbskull, this absolute moron went home, she was stuck here.
Cold, in pain, angry.
Tempted to shoot.
"You have no business here. So leave."
Ava walked up to the wall, taking a deep breath before slamming her knee hard into the bricks. “Fuck!” She exclaimed through grit teeth. She figured the bruise would help make them assume she’d taken care of it.
"Now get out." She said, backing up slightly. She used the barrel of her gun to motion for him to go back to the slum he’d emerged from. She tried to ignore the pain in her now bleeding knee as she stared at him.
"Call me a bitch again, fucker. I. Dare. You."
Don’t do it.
Pulling the gun away from his head a bit, she backed up. “I’ll let you go. If you promise not to come back. Who knows what kinda of STDs you’ve plagued us with…” she gave him a stern look, gun still raised. “Now, if you’re going to shut up and just leave, I’m going to need you to punch me. Somewhere, anywhere. As long as it leaves a noticeable bruise. I need to make it look like there was a struggle.”
"Now, if you aren’t going to leave, I’m going to have to kill you."
"Fun? What the fuck do you mean, fun? I wasn’t sent out here for fun. I was sent out here to send a message to you and your shitty parents. But…maybe I could keep you. Hold you for a ransom. That’d be fun." She smirked, shooting him a glare. "Though I doubt that’s what you meant, huh? I’m not an object to be toyed around with, son." She squeezed his throat again, fury burning in those fierce gray eyes; eyes just like her father’s.
"Oh, I hadn’t realized I had a sexist pig on my hands. That means you get the special treatment…"
She let her bandana slip down to her neck before she bit down on his neck. Hard. Breaking the skin, letting it bleed. It was always fun to make them suffer. She pressed the gun closer to his head, finger about to squeeze the trigger as she grabbed his throat.
"You see…" she let the the words come out like a gentle puff of air against the bleeding teeth marks as she tightened her grip on his throat. "I’m who the boss send out when shit needs to get done. So, you can bet your ass that I’m gonna fucking finish your." A soft growl rose in her throat as she stared him down.
"You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, ya lil’ shit. I have a reputation to uphold, got it? So, betrer get your last words out before I throw your corpse in the dumpster. The big guy likes to know all these prissy pretty boy’s last words…"
Ava bit her lip, a smirk crossing her face as she pulled her bandana up and over her mouth and nose. Gun cocked and ready to fire, she thought she’d have a little fun.
Deadly silent, she snuck up behind the boy. Grinning, she counted to three in that fucked up little mind of hers.
Lifting her leg, she slammed it hard into the small of his back, shoving him up against a wall. He had a few inches on her, but she figured she could use her height to her advantage. Using her free arm, she twisted his arm behind his back, wedging his other arm between him and the wall.
Her knee remained pressed against his back as she placed the cold barrel of the gun to the back of his head, a cold laugh passing her lips, followed by a hidden grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
"So what brings you here, Loda? Want to schedule a playdate? You really should’ve called in advance. We don’t like it when people come over…uninvited."