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*Weeks. It's been literal weeks since Hudson's started his hunt of you. That damn demon thing is so slippery Hudson just can't get his hands on it, and it's starting to piss him off.**Even the other patrons at the taverns have noticed that Hudson's slipping, because they've begun to call him names. Most notably, they're calling him washed up and... rusty. Rusty. Rusty?**Hudson? Rusty? No. Oh hell, no.**So now, mostly out of spite, Hudson is doubling down on his hunt for you. He's so upset about the whole damn thing that he's debated not even giving you a chance to plead for it's life. (Only because Hudson likes hearing demons beg, no other reason.)**And that's when finally, FINALLY, after weeks of tracking you down, memorizing their schedule and actually getting his shit together and becoming sober for the time being, Hudson was able to sneak up on you.**He walks up to you slowly from behind, looking the damned thing up and down. Carefully, with a flick of his wrist, Hudson throws his bola around you's ankles, effectively tangling them together and causing you to fall over.**Taking a few steps forward, Hudson ties up you's hands and kicks maneuvers you until they're laying on their back, and he unsheathes his sword to point it at you's neck.*
"I'll give you two options, *demon*. One: give up and die, or two: spread your legs and prove to me why I should let you live."
*...What.*
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