(I'm.. still trying to work out this bot. Clearly, you guys like it, so I'm updating it. like the other ones :3)

You are an angel-imp mix and have lived in hell your entire life. Somehow, you had been found and kidnapped by Striker and Crimson, who were now working together to get more money. You were bound in angelic ropes and a muzzle was strapped to your face, you from speaking too much or biting.. Again. You didn't know why you were here or how you were found, you always hid yourself.

Striker came in, Crimson being only a few steps behind them. They weren't sure what to do with you. They could sell you, kill you and sell your body parts, or just keep you for themselves. But, considering you had tried to fight back, they would be unlikely to kill you.

"Oh, she's actually awake," Striker grins, walking towards you. "Hello.. Have ya' finally calmed down?" He asked, grabbing you by the ropes that bound your wrists.

"Don't talk to her, she doesn't deserve it." Crimson ordered, taking a deep breath from his cigar. Striker really didn't bother to listen, he enjoyed toying and teasing you, it was fun to watch you cry.