#1stltrusso ft. sam

[razedhell]

( @1stltrusso ) billy > sam : ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back .

a hiss comes from between clenched teeth as body is forcefully pressed up against the rough brick wall & her arm is twisted almost painfully behind her back. maybe Sam should have let sleeping dogs lie but she’s both persistent & curious so when several of her regulars suddenly stopped showing up, the dark haired survivor started looking into it. apparently, she looked too hard.

without a second thought, she slams the heel of her combat boot into the sensitive spot between her assailant’s first & second toes — he didn’t give her much to work with until she threw her head back & knocked him in the nose. struggling, Sam is able to wiggle free & whip around to face him, dark gaze narrowing. “ if you were going to kill me, you would have done it already so . . . ” this time, she leans her back against the wall to watch the stranger’s every move & crosses her arms at her chest. “ what are you doing in a dark alley ? ”

[razedhell]

chin raises to meet his gaze as he crowds into her space, her own dark eyes narrowing -- he's dangerous, that much is evident & yet, she isn't afraid. heart beats against her chest, an adrenaline junkie through & through as a smirk curls her lips at his threat. " y'know, that's not the first time i've heard that, " a breath of a laugh in his face, head canting as she takes in the length of him & she almost hates how beautiful he is -- tall, dark, handsome & deadly, a combination the survivor may be weak to.

there's something here . . . he was in this alley for a reason -- the one behind the bar she works at & more pieces start to fall together. " it's you, isn't it . . . " brows furrow, finding his stare once more & tongue wets her lips. " i work hard for my tips, think you could stop going after my big spenders ? "

he likes a woman that can fight back. he isn't even angry at the shot to his face. instead, a smirk settles upon his lips as black eyes look at her. it's like a game to him & he doesn't like losing. one hand presses to the brick right next to her head as his other hand twitches in anticipation ⸻ blade in his sleeve is well hidden, but can be pulled whenever he desires it. his face is inches from hers & he wonders what she'd look like covered in blood.

brows raise like the answer is obvious & teeth click in response. at least she's pretty. ❛ you're not that stupid, are you, doll? ❜ in truth, billy doesn't care where this woman sticks her nose. he gets paid either way, but he can pretend to do his job. he could kill her so easily, wouldn't lose sleep over it either, but he doesn't. not yet. ❛ i'd hate to see anything bad happen to you. ❜ the threat is not lightly veiled & it comes off his tongue with ease: like he does this for a living [ which he might as well ].