Gang Wars RP

As she passed another alley way the man wrapped a thick arm around her neck. He pulled her into the alley and held a knife firmly to her temple. "Scream, or move and you'll die." He hissed darkly.

As she was yanked into the alley, she dropped her bags on the ground. She stood still as she felt the tip of a knife brush her temple. She gave a cold smirk. “Finally come to get revenge now that I’ve ditched your sorry asses?” She cooed.

"Not, quite." He whispered. "I'm come for something more enthralling." he grinned as he bit her ear and then licked her neck. "Be a good girl, okay?" He asked.

She froze and a shudder wracked through her whole body. “Don’t touch me you sick son of a bitch!” She snarled, jerking her head at his to headbutt him.

He pressed the blade to her temple a bit, letting a little blood roll down. He tilted his forward so the back of her head hit his forehead instead of his face. "I said, be good." he hissed.

“You wouldn’t kill me. Chase wants that pleasure for himself.” She growled.

"You're right, but that doesn't mean I can't do a bit of damage." He his as he tightened his grip around her neck, cutting the air off.

Her eyes widened and she gasped, clawing at his hands savagely with her fingernails.

He put the knife away and grabbed on of her wrists and twisted roughly, the bones shifting and moving from how they should be placed.

“You fucker! Let me go!!” She hissed in pain and tried to kick at him, succeeding in a knee to his groin.

He grunted and threw her roughly into a wall, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. He held his crotch and groaned as he moved after her.

She hit the wall roughly and felt the wind get knocked out of her her. Coughing and gasping, she felt to her knees with a throbbing wrist pressed against the wall. She hastily crawled back as he began moving towards her.

"You had to make this difficult!" He growled as he moved quickly. He stepped on her wrists roughly.

She yelled in pain and struggled, kicking her legs up at him and spitting. “Get the fuck off of me you bastard!!”

He just growled and pulled his belt off. He bent down and grabbed her wrists with his hand and quickly tied them together behind her back with the belt. He took the bandana off his head and shoved it into her mouth. He threw her back to the ground so she looked at him. A dark lustful look in his eyes.

She screamed around the bandana, trying to bite him when he shoved it in her mouth. She stared up at him with such loathing. This sick bastard . . . Her face was tightened in hatred but her heart hammered with panic. Trying to spit the cloth out, she furiously kicked her legs at him, shaking. No no no! She couldn’t let this happen to her! She couldn’t let this sicko overpower her. Jonas . . . Her mind whispered as she wriggled and kicked desperately.

The man moved closer, his fingers undoing the zipper and button. He smiled darkly. Soft foot fall echoed down the alley. Suddenly a form ricocheted off the wall of the alley and slammed into the man, as he spat out the sound of blood. A glisten of a knife in his neck caught her eye, as the familiar form of Jonas followed the man to the ground with a large thump. He raised the blade and quickly plunged it into the man's neck a second time, blood pooling around his neck. Jonas stood back and growled. He looked to Skylar quickly and moved over to her. "Are you alright?" He asked fear lacing his voice, as he gently pulled the cloth out and then undid her arms.

Her eyes widened as she saw a figure and the gleam of a knife on the darkness of the alley. When she saw it was Jonas, a wave of relief and fear for him washed over her. As she saw the blood, she quickly looked away, her head spinning and body shaking from the sight and the panic she had experienced moments ago. “J-Jonas . . . “ she said numbly, shaking still as she tried to stand. A cut was oozing from her temple, bruises the shapes of fingers were forming around her neck and around her wrists.

Jonas picked her up bridal style. "It's okay, I've got you." He whispered. "I'm gonna get you back to the bar." He whispered as he started to move quickly out of the alleyway.

She didn’t object and let him carry her. “I’m so weak . . . “ she muttered. “I’m so fucking useless.” She shook.

"You are not." He hissed through his teeth. "That guy was at least twice your weight if not more." He said gently. "You can't win every fight." He said.

She held onto him more tightly, roughly biting her lip. Then she glanced up and caught a glimpse of his face. “Your eye . . . Did he do that to you?” She didn’t recall there being much of a struggle. She gently touched his cheek.

"It was from my brother, don't worry about me." Jonas said softly.

His brother? “Oh Jonas . . .” She said quietly. “Does he look worse, at least?” She felt her gut clench in anger at the sight of his black eye and the knowledge of who it was from.

"Later, you come first." Jonas said gently. He walked up to the bar and walked in. "Hunk, is Tad back yet?" He asked.
"No, why, what happened?" He asked worriedly.
"She got attacked. Asshole tried to rape her. I'm gonna start cleaning her up in the back room." He said as he walked to Tad's room.