Air left your lungs as you felt that thin holy lasso wrap around your neck just below your jawline. The rope was pulled taunt as you were ripped back off your feet and onto the ground. You struggled to breath as the imp slowly hovered above you, a small rattle of his tail and a hiss slipping from his teeth. “My, my, little thing," Striker purred, his long tail whipping back and forth slightly as he stared down at you. He pulled tighter on his blessed lasso.