#caught me startin to scroll

[drades-lair]

A violation most foul PT1

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Pairings: Millie/Moxxie/Chaz, Blitzo/Stolas/Striker

Rating: M for sexual content, nonconsensual sexual content, swearing and torture. 

NOTE: This fanfiction contains graphic depictions of rape. 

Chaz released a heavy sigh as he leaned against the bar in the shitty bar/restaurant he'd managed to get a job at in downtown Imp City. Scrolling through his phone because no one wanted to come into this dive, and he was just a server so even when they did come in more often than not, they went straight to sit at the bar. The half dead bell over the door made its pathetic little noise causing Chaz to look up briefly revealing a set of three large imps coming in and taking a seat at one of the small round tables around the middle of the room. "Hey! Jizz boy! Go take their order!" The bulky, short imp who was Chaz's boss shouted from the kitchen area just behind the bar. Chaz rolled his eyes but slid his phone into his pants pocket and started over to the table. "Hey, what is up, my dudes?" Chaz greeted them in his usual cheery manner. "Humph," The tallest imp scoffed. "Alright, let me guess. Whiskey's all around," Chaz offered making a pair of finger guns. None of the group replied leaving Chaz to just roll with the suggestion, heading back to the bar where he told the female bar tender the order. The tall skinny female imp was chewing bubble gum behind the bar while scrolling her own phone, she gave a vague nod then put her phone on the counter to start pouring the drinks. Chaz waited for the drinks to be put on a tray on the bar top, grabbing it once all three were on it and taking it to the trio of imps. Walking back to the bar Chaz set the tray on the bar top along with his stained white apron before starting towards the washrooms. "Gotta piss, I'll be back," Chaz announced earning him a shrug and an eyeroll from the bar tender who’d picked up her phone again. Chaz finished up in the restroom however on his way out a sound caught his attention from the somewhere in the washroom. Glancing over his shoulder Chaz didn't see anyone else in the restroom nor any stalls closed, shrugging he brushed it off as his imagination but just as his hand landed on the doorhandle Chaz felt something hit the back of his head. The last thing Chaz saw was the grime covered tile floor and a pair of dress shoes before everything went dark. ... Chaz gave a pained groan as he started feeling the world come back into focus, head throbbing as he blinked away the haze only to have panic immediately set in. The all too familiar smell of toxic waste, mildew and rotting fish hit him square in the face combined with the effervescent glow of green Chaz knew exactly where he was. Struggling Chaz couldn’t move his arms causing him to crane his neck over his shoulder revealing his hands were tied behind his back to the chair he was sitting in. Looking around Chaz could now see the room had at least 10 shark demons in it all surrounding him, some were familiar while others he didn’t recognize. "He-he...hi guys," Chaz nervously stammered, shrinking in on himself a little. "Well, well, looks like I caught me a big one," came a familiar voice from the crowd that made Chaz's blood run cold. "Oh shit," Chaz whispered under his breath, body starting to shake out of fear as he curled in on himself a little more. "Remember me, Chaz? Of course, you do! You pathetic little guppie!" Crim growled, striding through the crowd with Alessio following close behind him. "Crim... please...I already said I was..." Chaz began in a quivering tone before being cut off by Crimson. "Don't you fuckin' say my name! First you sleep with my son, then you steal from me, you show up on my doorstep and try to con me!” Crimson shouted angrily getting within inches of Chaz’s face. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, boss..." Chaz frantically apologized, whimpers spilling from his chest as his body shook. "For fucks sake, at least die with some dignity. I'm startin' ta wonder if it's even worth puttin' your pathetic jaws on my wall," Crimson commented in disgust, taking a couple steps back. "Please...I already apologized...I, I even offered to get you the money," Chaz begged, shaking so much the chair was rattling. "This isn't just about the money! You caused a LOT of trouble for this family, and I DO intend to make you pay just not in cash," Crimson's smirk was malicious as he nodded towards Chaz while taking a drag of his cigar. "Wait! Please! No!" Chaz pleaded as one tall semi buff shark demon along with a little shorter skinnier one walked over to him. The duo undid Chaz's hands from the chair then yanked them above his head while dragging him a few feet behind the chair where they retethered his hands to a meat hook hanging from the ceiling. Chaz’s body continued to shake as his tail wrapped around his calves, torso bowing backwards a bit although it was hard as he was barely able to stand on his tip toes. "Hmm, good. Now, strip him," Crim instructed casually with that smirk still stretching from ear to ear. "What!? N, No! Please, don't!" Chaz begged again, eyes growing wide as he shrunk back further, his tail wrapping tighter around himself in some sort of effort to stop them.

"Come on Chaz, since when are you shy?" Crim taunted as his goons yanked Chaz's tail away from his body eliciting a pained yelp from the young shark followed by his clothing being quickly torn from his body. Chaz immediately pulled his tail up to hide himself upon the goon squad letting it go with more whimpers leaking from his chest, eyes averted firmly to the floor out of shame. Cold air made goosebumps run along Chaz’s skin and he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as the entire room stared at him.   "What's the matter, Chaz? I thought you enjoyed flaunting your dicks," Crimson continued to taunt, walking over to Chaz, and grabbing his chin roughly. "I, I... this isn't..." Chaz stammered out only to start coughing as Crim blew a puff of smoke into his face. "Humph, have at him boys," Crim declared, shoving Chaz’s face to the side before turning around with a snap of his fingers. Chaz felt his stomach drop at the declaration, struggling against his binds in a pure panic as the group started surrounding him. "NO! NO! Don't touch me!" Chaz exclaimed as hands groped at every inch of available skin, a hand snatching his tail to move it. Another hand roughly snatched his chin forcing Chaz into a kiss, a tongue worming its way into his mouth. Two hands spread his cheeks followed by a chuckle from behind him. "Nice, let's test the goods, shall we?" A gruff voice chortled. Chaz cried out into the kiss as two fingers roughly pressed into him with no lubricant of any kind. Chaz hadn't had sex in a while, so it hurt like shit having two fingers jammed up inside him dry like that. "Is he tight?" Another shark demon asked sounding far to excited by that prospect. "Fuck yeah! I can't wait to fuck him," Chaz whimpered trying to close his legs only to have them roughly grabbed and yanked apart and hoisted upwards. "Stop! Please!" Chaz begged once more as the shark who'd had him lip locked finally released his mouth now too busy holding his legs under the knees.   "Shut the fuck up! You have a rep for being 'the' fuck boy of greed and judging by how hard you’re getting I'd say you're living up to that reputation," The shark holding Chaz's legs taunted. "I'm first!" The gruff sounding voice came from behind Chaz again. "No! Don't, AH! Ow! Fuck!" Chaz exclaimed as the girthy shark shoved himself to the hilt in one solid thrust. The pain shot straight through Chaz as the shark set a brutal pace, he was almost relieved when the goon came inside him as it provided a little lube especially when another shoved in right after the other pulled out. "Ouch! Ow! Please, stop! It hurts!" Chaz whimpered out with tears streaming down his face...but they didn’t, and Crimson's maniacal laughter could be heard echoing through this warehouse as he slowly walked out. ...two weeks later... M&M sat in the living room of their apartment, Moxxie was cleaning a gun while Millie sharpened one of her knives. A day off from IMP was a rare treat and they intended to take full advantage of the day to relax and just get a few basic chores done. Millie smiled warmly at Moxxie when it dawned on her what day it was quickly followed by a furrow of her brow upon glancing at the clock. "Hey honey?" Millie asked turning to Moxxie. "What is it, sweetie?" Moxxie asked in turn. "Chaz hasn't dropped by in a couple weeks...I'm startin' ta get worried," Millie expressed, her features mirroring her concerned tone. "Yeah, it's been… two weeks, right?" Moxxie agreed setting his gun on the coffee table as it occurred to him just how long it had been. "Yeah, maybe I should call him, he always answers his phone," Millie suggested grabbing her phone from the table next to her. "Good idea," Moxxie agreed once more as Millie found Chaz's phone number. A few minutes later she furrowed her brow once more before hanging up the phone. "Something wrong?" Moxx wondered arching one eyebrow in confusion. "Chaz's phone is out of service," Millie worriedly explained. "What? He'd never just get rid of his phone and not tell us the new number," Moxxie declared his tone becoming increasingly concerned. "What should we do?" Millie wondered. "We should call Blitz, maybe he could help us look for him," Moxxie suggested. Millie nodded her agreement as Moxxie grabbed his phone now, locating Blitz's number then hitting the little green phone to dial it. Blitz picked up on the third ring with a groggy sounding ‘what’s up Moxx?’ that made Moxxie smile.

“Sorry to interrupt your day off sir but, me and Millie were wondering if we could get your help with something?” Moxxie asked.

“Sure, me and Striker are bored anyways,” Blitz agreed.

“Really? Striker, will help too?” Moxxie wondered in surprise.

“Yeah, he’s going stir crazy in the palace without a job to do,” Blitz chuckled.

“Well, we think Chaz might be in trouble…” Moxxie began to explain.

“You guys still hanging out with that shark guy?” Blitz wondered curiously.

“Yes, Chaz has been really trying to mend fences as it were. He always drops by on Fridays at around five, but this’ll be the second one in a row he’s missed plus the guy’s addicted to his phone yet when we tried to call just now it’s out of service,” Moxxie explained.

“Hmm, maybe he dumped it in a toilet or some shit,” Blitz offered.

“That would explain the phone but not why he hasn’t shown up in person,” Moxxie pointed out with a slight eyeroll.

“True…alright, any ideas where to start lookin’?” Blitz inquired.  

“Not really…” Moxxie trailed off trying to think of where Chaz might be unaware Millie had been on the phone as well.

“Moxx, I just called the bar where Chaz told us he works, they haven’t seen him for two weeks either. I think it was the last place he was though apparently, he went to the washroom and disappeared...he hasn’t been back since,” Millie explained putting her phone down on the couch next to her.

“Did you catch that?” Moxxie asked Blitz.

“Yeah, they see anything else?” Blitz asked in turn.

“That’s the thing…a group of three sketchy imps apparently entered right before he went missin’ and vanished right after he did…but Moxx…they saw a shark demon hangin’ outside the bar at the same time…” Millie worriedly explained.

“Shit,” Moxxie cursed.

“Does that mean what I think it does?” Blitz wondered over the phone.

“Yeah, chances are they were sent by my father and Chaz is still on his hit list,” Moxxie confirmed.