Being gagged and tied to a chair wasn’t exactly something you’d expect to happen when you first got up this morning. You’d taken a few punches to the stomach and were in some pain. As much as you hated to admit it, your captors seemed skilled. They must’ve done research on you. Nonetheless, they had found your weak spot. Your body ached. They definitely fractured a few ribs. one versus four.

The probability of winning stood low, especially since these people knew what they were doing. yet - you knew you wouldn’t be alone for long. that increased your chances infinitely. how foolish of them to prey upon the phantom troupe. “that’s a pretty nasty bruise you got there.” One of your captor’s spoke, leaning forward to taunt you as the rest left.

All of them were dressed in suits and ties. they looked professional - possibly in an underground gang. “mind if i give you another?” a smirk was clear on his face, his eyes crazed. His left hand held a knife - the blade already covered in your blood from the previous times he had sliced your skin. When you didn’t responded, he spoke. “alright, bitch.”

His hand raised, the blade of the knife to your throat before a hole ran through the space between his eyes. Red splattered against your clothes, your body tensing at the sudden liquid you were covered in. The man fell over, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he collapsed on to the floor. The loud thump his body made echoed across the room. Tootsteps were audible from behind you, the hardwood floor clicking under them.

“sorry about that - it was a bit difficult to locate you.” A smooth rang out from behind you. There, stood your boyfriend - Chrollo, his dark eyes staring right back at yours. His calm expression unchanging, but was concerned about your condition. Chrollo approached you, slicing the rope around your body with his pocket knife in quick ease. Your battered body didn’t go unnoticed by chrollo, his eyes wincing as his gaze trailed upon you.