Vision was suddenly coming back as the shapes of her surrounding were finally taking form after what felt like the worst nap she ever took. She opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by metal bars. Beyond the bars was a cage and the cage was surrounded by a series of boxes and the traitorous gangsters that it her there. It was clear she was in one of the warehouses she uses for her operations. 

She looked around to see what was going on only to find herself tied up with chains. Her hands were tied behind her back so she had limited movement. She tried to break free but struggled. A voice called to her from beside her. 

Drake who was awake before her. 

“Don’t bother, a twig like you will most likely break before the chain does. 

Witch snapped at him

“Eat my ass, prick! How are you conscious?”

Drake

“Most likely because I’m not a lightweight, I’ve been awake for a while now. Been trying to see what your lackeys have been doing but so far that cat guy has been talking to that pig guy. Man a lot of sinners look like animals. Must be related to how they died.”

The witch had her eyes widened and scooch-ed over to look down to see Whiskey and Hogsten talking to each other. From where she was standing the two looked like they were actually getting along. It made her blood boil. 

Witch shouting at them in a furious rage. 

“Whiskey you daft bastard what the hell do you think you’re doing? Untie me this instant.”

Whiskey, scoffing at her

“What I should have done since day one. You see unlike you, Hogsten actually treats his employees like actual employees. And I don’t just mean he treats us nice I mean he actual gives us benefits like dental. And half day Fridays.”

Drake, looking at the witch.

“You don’t give them dental?”

Whiskey

“And since we’re here, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest.”

Whiskey takes a deep long breath

“F********************** YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU. TO DEATH. TILL YOU DIE!”

He pants relentlessly as Hogsten stepped back from him for a bit. 

Whiskey, snapped. 

“Do you have any idea what’s like working for you? You make fun of everything I wear, you refuse to pay me a living wage, you put me in situations that cause me pain and misery, you make me do all the work while you sit on your fat petite ass doom scrolling and sipping cocktails and you constantly use your magic to cause me physical harm even though I do everything you asked. And when you don’t get your way you blame me for all your problems. I practically revolved my whole life to making you feel comfortable and you never even had the courtesy to even say hello to. Or even give a thank you.”

Drake

“This has been building up for a while, hasn’t it.” 

Whiskey

“I tried, lord knows I’ve tried. But there is just no helping you. It’s like you have some sick fetish where you get off in making everyone hate you. You try to come up with ways to piss off everyone around you in the most bitch-y way possible. And you just keep reading your own record. Do you have any idea how many times I almost died as she tries to record using her magic on me so she could get more followers on all her socials. Enough to make me lose the will to live even though we’re already in hell. You’re worse than Satan at least when he tortures us it’s ironic.”

Witch

“So you teamed up with Hogsten before the raid?”

Whiskey

“The plan was for him to wear you down so we could get the jump on you. But you were too powerful for Hogs. But when that guy with the horns showed up, I was filled with glee. Talk about serendipity. Am I right?”

The Witch glares at Drake, with a look that made him thing she was trying to incinerate him with her eyes. 

Hogsten, stepping forward with his hand on his new friends shoulder. 

“With our combined forces, we will rule half of the city of hell. Nothing will stand in our way. And once we did all the paper work, we’ll dissect both of you so that we can sell your parts, after we learn how you were able to wield magic too. The dragon guy, probably will what he eats for protein. You never know I might hit the gym again.”

And so whiskey and Hogsten turn their backs to them and walk away. The witch is shaking and screaming while acting like a rattle snake on coke. 

Witch, screaming at them. 

“You have not seen the last of me. I will have my revenge and when I do you will suffer in more ways than even I can imagine you hear me? I burn your body into a crisp, I will make holes in so many places you’ll be considered swiss cheese, I will use old torture methods from medieval times, I will skin you and wear you like my new dresses. I WILL MAKE SPAGHETTI WITH YOUR FEELINGS!!”. 

Drake

“Does your brain actually process the things that comes out of your mouth or does it move on it’s own?”

The witch, turns to him and snaps

“Shut up. This is all your fault.”

Drake, snapping back

“My fault? I’m sorry but who was the psycho bitch that tried to burn me alive? In a plane of existence that’s already on fire might I add”

The witch

“If you hadn’t ruined my hair, I wouldn’t have even noticed your pathetic presence”

Drake

“Oh forgive me princess. You’re right. Your hair is far more important than my life. I had no idea how much of a crime it was to ruin your hair that you easily cleaned up mid fight. You had every right to freak out like a lunatic and incinerate my very existence”

The witch in a calmer tone

“I’m glad we understand each other” 

Drake, annoyed

“Have you ever, in your life, heard of sarcasm?”

The witch in a sarcastic tone

“Oh no I have never heard of sarcasm before?”

Drake even more annoyed

“I really wished I landed on you a lot harder than I did.”

The witch

“What the bloody hell were you doing flying in the air in the first place?”

Drake

“I was trying to steal a car so I could sell it to pay for my rent but then it exploded and sent me flying. That’s the last time I got to red town.”

The witch, in a surprised tone. 

“That’s 10 miles away. How big was the explosion?”

Drake

“I could have sworn I saw some dynamite underneath. I think it was a car of someone getting assassinated. I might have actually saved his life.”

The witch, in a gloating mannerism

“Well I guess that’s the difference between a self made woman and a grunt who has to resort to petty thieving to get by.”

Drake

“Oh please I bet the most work you’ve ever done in your life before you died is post online in whatever social media platform and brag about how much of a victim you are because you’re African-British.”

The witch, snapping at him

“I’M F*CKING BENGALI, ASSHOLE!”

A thug in the background hearing their conversation. 

“OH JUST F*CK ALREADY!”

They both had their faces sank in silence for a brief minute. 

Witch

“You know what? Maybe he’s right”

Drake with a raised eyebrow

“Seriously? First off I don’t know how much I can move with being tied up and second I have a rule about putting my dick in crazy.”

Witch snapping

“NOT REMOTELY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! I meant instead bickering and arguing we should find a way out of this.”

Drake smirks and stands up on his feet. 

“All you had to do was ask”

The witch watched as Drake flexed his muscles. All of the upper body strength was used and expanded until she could see the chains snapping one by one. With a forceful grunt and a furious push he opened his arms and the chains shattered as if they were made of the cheapest glass they could buy from a one dollar store. 

Witch, in an angered tone. 

“You could have done that the whole time?!”

Drake interrupted her as he grabbed her chains and torn them from her like paper. He then grabbed the bars and with ease, bent them to the point where he could pulled them off the cage. 

Drake in a gloating gesture

“Ladies first?” 

Witch, brushing him off

“Don’t flatter yourself I already knew you were a muscle brain. Now all we have to do is sneak behind those bastards and we can kill them.”

Drake stopped the Witch from taking a step further by holding her shoulder. He looks around and sees whatever was around him. Boxes, cages, paper, fake money but it was the dynamite that lit a light bulb above his head

Drake, grinning menacingly

“I have a better idea.”