// strangulation + blood and gore warning here!! //

Uncomfortable...
His eyes openly slowly, and he immediately feel the pressure. He's on the floor.

Crip: "Where am I?.." he whispers, scanning the room. There's prison bars to the right of him, thankfully nobody was behind them.

He starts to get up, and feels something tug on his good leg. Ah. His good legs been shackled. Someone shackled him to a post here in the corner of the room.
Sex traffickers maybe?

He shifts, not able to stand, but can at least sit against the wall. Someone opens the large doors, the only exit to this room, and Crip doesn't recognize this man.
He's huge. Muscle was everywhere on him, and he was tall.

"So you finally woke up huh? You've been out for quite a while now."

Crip: "Who...are you?"

The man smirks.
"I'm nobody. Just some lowlife, like you."

Crip: "P-please, I didn't mean to trespass. If you let me go-"

"Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you."

Crip immediately stops talking. It has to be a rival gang, right? O'Riley didn't mention any gangs in this area though.

Suddenly, Crip realizes, the man is staring at his body instead of his face.

"You're pretty slim. Hm. I guess, since I'm not getting paid what I wanted, I can have a little fun. You like that shit anyways, don't you~"

How'd he know that? Did someone tell this man who he was and what he used to do with other gang members? 
His thoughts are quickly interrupted, because the man start walking closer. Crips green eyes widen, and as the man kneels down, he starts to resist. That only seemed to piss the man off. He tries yet again to tug is hoodie off, and Crip jerks his arms down as hard as he can, keeping the hoodie on him at all costs.
The man growls under his breath, and rears back his fist.
Ah...he's going to get beat.
Sure enough, the man hits him about three times. It's enough to make his nose bleed and his black eye worse.
Crip stopped resisting, looking up at the man, who's smirking right back down. His eyes start to swell with tears, and the warmth of the blood coming from his nose drips down his lips and off of his chin.

This is just karma isn't it? He deserved this...He deserved every single thing that's coming to him.

Suddenly there's a familiar sound, the doors opening yet again. Crips eyes are still wide, but he can't see who's behind the man.

"You've got something that belongs to me."

Crips heart almost stops. That voice..it's Victor!

The man stands, turning to look directly into cold blue eyes.

Victor: "And I don't like people touching my things."

His voice was low, calm, and yet threatening all at the same time.

"The fuck-how'd you get in here?"

Victor: "All your men have been killed. You are the only one left. I suggest you think about your next move wisely."

"Who do you think you are?"

Oh he's pissed..

Victor: "You can walk away, but you're gonna tell me who put you up to this."

Suddenly the man chuckles.

"I ain't telling you shit. You want this little prick? Then you're gonna have to take me down."

They're both staring now, fighting stance, muscles flexed, filled with adrenaline.

Victor tries to pull out his handgun, but the man slams into him, knocking the gun across the room. That man is huge, and it's obvious Victors actually having to put a lot of strength into this.
They tussle, seemingly going around and around, one trying to get the upper hand on the other. Finally, the man does something unexpected. He uses his foot to trip Victor.
In that moment, Crip watches, terrified, as the man gets on top of Victor and stands throwing punches. Victor blocks, but naturally a few get through. Crip sees a bit of blood on the larger mans fist, and that's when he jerks, crawling towards them only to be stopped by the ankle shackle.

Crip: "Stop!" He yells, fear in his voice.

The man looks up, and that split second look is enough time for Victor to punch the man, and drag the man down this time. Victor gets on him, and starts punching, but the man is fighting back.
Victor snarls his nose up in irritation, and grips the mans clothes as tight as he could. Then he picks the mans head off the concrete, and slams him back down harshly, over and over, until the man is too dazed to fight back.
Victor doesn't stop though. He quickly releases the mans clothes, and grabs down on his neck with both hands, thumbs placed perfect, strangling him, until he's limp and...purple.

Then Victor notices deep, red blood pooling around the dead mans head. Seems when he bashed his skull into the concrete..it split open.

Crip moves back a bit, sitting down with his legs in front of him, watching as Victor slowly moves his hands away. He catches his breath, then gets up, and turns to look at Crip.
He still has that expression, like he did last night. He killed again...maybe Victor was feeling guilt, and thinks he hates him!

Victor walks closer, kneeling down in front of Crip. Victors lip had been busted..there's just a bit of blood seeping from the wound.

Victor: "I know you probably didn't mean to but..thank you for distracting him. I'm not so sure I could've got back up if you hadn't done that."

He's so calm, after brutally killing someone...how is that even possible?

Crip: "How did you find me?"

Victor frowns a bit.
Victor: "I uh..had someone watching you while I was away..."

THAT LITTLE SNEAK!
Though, in this case, Crips glad he did.

Crip: "Were you..afraid I'd sleep with someone else?"

Victor doesn't answer.

Victor: "Let's get you out of here first..then we can talk."

Crip nods, and Victor walks back to the body, searching the dead mans pockets, finally pulling out a ring of keys. One had to be for this shackle around his ankle.
He returns, using about four keys before the correct one unlocks it, and the strong metal falls off. Somehow..getting rid of that weight felt good.

Victor: "Can I carry you?"

His voice is so soft and sweet, but Crip can still see that sadness in him.

Crip: "Yes.."

Victor picks him up, effortlessly, and walks him out of the room. Crip scans the rest of the building they were in. Mafia members everywhere, looming over corpses.

Victor: "Neil, grab my handgun. Aron, you set this place on fire. Everyone else, go."

Victor orders, and takes Crip to the vehicle outside. He sits Crip in the passenger side, turning on the heated seat for him before getting in himself. Then he drives.

Crip starts wondering when they're supposed to talk..he wants to say something. Something to get Victor to stay, and forgive him for his irrational actions before. What if Victor tries to drop him off and leave again?

Victor: "Do you have any enemies?"

Crip quickly looks at him, the question completely catching him off guard.

Crip: "No..I don't think so. Why?"

Victor: "That man, he was a professional. He's kidnapped before, but not for himself."

Crip: "What?.."

Victor: "He was holding you there for someone else."

Crip suddenly feels worried. Who would have it out for him? He didn't have any enemies. Unless it's one of O'Rileys enemies..
He realizes Victor had looked over and saw his worried expression.

Victor: "Don't worry about it. We'll find out who it is soon enough. You just try to stick with your normal routes and stay near the gang."

He's talking like he won't be around. He wants to leave again. He's still upset. Crip sulks, and stays quiet for the rest of the ride. Once they arrive, Victor follows him to the front door. Crip fumbles to unlock it, and then doesn't twist the knob. Instead, he turns around, peering up at Victor. They both still had a bit of dried blood on them. They both were obviously upset. He has to speak up, even if Victor would rather just move on and pretend their relationship never happened.
He has to at least try! He looks down, taking in a deep breath of courage.

Crip: "V-Victor. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Really..Ever since Jameson, I just..I freak out and get scared when someone gets killed..I reacted without even thinking! I ran from you, like you'd hurt me, and I know you never would! I know that! I promise I'll never say those awful things again. I won't run away, and I'll listen to you! So please..."

Crip looks back up, tears in his eyes, meaning every single word.

Crip: "Please don't leave me."

Victor looks shocked, which is confusing, but...
then he smiles.