"Wakey, wakey." said a smooth velvet voice.
A bright light was shined on Hisoka's face. Suffering from a major headache, his surroundings slowly transformed from blurs to recognizable shapes.
"Comfortable?" Richita asked.
Hisoka was tied down to a chair with those special nen blocking ropes. They glowed a deep purple. The dim light they produced along with the small candles around the room allowed him to see his captors. Their expressions were either hateful or smug, except for the leaders. Hers was downright vindictive.
"Didn't I kill you?" he groaned. It felt like he was having the worst hangover.
"No, you killed my stunt double Heather." The blow was quick and aimed straight at his jaw. For a small woman, she packed a strong punch.
"Her nen ability was called copy cat. Guess what it did." she punched Hisoka till he coughed up blood.
"Take it easy, leader. You're messing up his pretty face." One of the girls complained.
"We are not keeping this one" she growled.
"Looks like we cleaned him up for nothing but at least we finally got to see what he looked like without that tacky makeup."
Cleaning the blood off her knuckles Richita sneered. "Pretty brave of you coming alone. I heard a lot about you Hisoka. They say your fearless, that you are constantly challenging the strongest opponents."
Hisoka returned her sneer with a bloody smile. "Its what I live for dear"
"Is it now?"
Never breaking eye contact with him Richita climbed on top of Hisoka's lap. Making herself comfortable she ran her hand threw his hair. Pressing her breast against his chest, she grinds her hips against him. Blue eyes stared down yellow.
"Its good to be the Queen" one of the other girls giggled.
"I do so like a strong partner. How did you know I love an audience?"
"You're a magician, I figured you like putting on a show."
Hisoka leaned closer and blew on her ear. He laughed mockingly when she shivered. Displeased she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back till his neck strained.
"You have balls for coming in here alone, ill give you that. But you underestimated us. Typical masculine ego."
She ran her nails down Hisoka's neck leaving bleeding scratches. She giggled when she felt his hardness.
"You're a little masochist, aren't you" she bit his neck hard leaving a tiny but deep gash.
"Ugg" Hisoka's face was starting to heat up.
"If only you hadn't killed so many of my comrades. I would have kept you for myself."
"Don't be mislead, I enjoy giving pain just as much as receiving it." Hisoka lunched forward head butting her hard. The forced knocked her off him.
His moment of triumph last but a second before the ropes tighten around him.
Cries of concern filled the room. Two other SSJ members helped Richita up. The tall Amazonian from early grabbed Hisoka by his hair hard enough to rip some red strands out. She was about to slice open his neck with her ax when Richita stopped her.
Whipping her bloody nose she looked at Hisoka with nothing but murderous intent.
"Don't kill him yet. He's earned himself a very special death."
With a wicked smile, she rushed Hisoka. He was expecting pain or even instant death, not what she did next. She pushed her bloody finger into his mouth and down his throat.
"We are going to play a game Hisoka. Depending on who catches you, the moments before your death might be enjoyable." She pulled out her fingers. She was disappointed he didn't gag around them.
"But first I'm going to take something from you."
