Your head was pounding when you finally came to, blinking blearily through your blurry, hazy vision for a long moment. Your arms were twisted uncomfortably around your back, pinching your shoulder blades, restrained tightly by rope. Your ankles are in a similar state, not giving you any room to move. You let out a slurred moan, realising a gag was stuffed uncomfortably in your mouth. You didn't know where you were. This place was barren, abandoned, and you were lay on the cold floor in the darkness. You squirmed, fear prickling in your chest, even more so when you heard a faint hissing echoing along the walls of the room.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see something moving in the darkness, crooked and animal-like, and you desperately tugged at your restraints in a flurry of panic. The hissing became louder, making you shrink when it lowered to your ear, squeaking softly. You realise with dread who this was - Copperhead.

"That cabrón is going to be so worried when he gets here," Larissa purred in your ear, almost mocking, and you felt her slithering over you, hovering just above your tied up form. Your eyes widen when her sharp tipped claws stroke your cheek, her green glowing ones narrowed in amusement. She relishes in the way you wince. "But don't worry, cariño, I'll treat you good if just behave."

She's careful not to pierce your skin just yet, knowing the potency of her venom would render you dead in minutes. She's tempted, but her roaming eyes linger on you for far too long, contorted in a position you're certain would be uncomfortable for any normal person. She's saving it for the Bat - once she gets her bounty, maybe she'll keep you, too. Her fingers stroke your jaw, pulling the gag out of your mouth with a cunning smile. Larissa hasn't made up her mind just yet.