Robyn’s eyes shot open wide as Drayn’s form became visible in the doorway. It didn’t take the stranger long to come to terms with what he was witnessing, and one his mind had cleared he rushed through the threshold and promptly kicked the little bird off of Adrien’s struggling form. Robyn gasped sharply as he staggered from the bed, the knife remaining clutched in his right hand as he moved to press his shoulder against the cool wall of the bedroom, cowering away from Drayn’s threatening form. While there was a sense of terror held deep within the pit of his stomach, Robyn was also running high on adrenaline. This allowed him to lift his body up as much as he felt was safe in an attempt to continue watching the life drain out of his companion's body. He didn’t necessarily get off on the deaths of his victims, but there was certainly some amount of sick pleasure to be derived from the act of watching the blood leak from an exit wound whilst the light faded from another man’s eyes.<br/><br/>The wound upon Adrien’s throat was jagged and only partially complete; ruined by the entrance of another soul into such an intimate act. It wasn’t as pleasing to watch the blood spurt from such an imperfect incision, he found, but it’d have to do for now. It wasn’t as though he could hop back up and finish the job, not with the newcomer sitting beside the near-dead gentleman and soothing him in his final moments. As soon as Adrien had taken his last bubbly attempts at breath as his body had heaved one final time, Drayn was on his feet. He made his way around the bed frame rather quickly, and Robyn took what little time he had to shrink himself to the smallest he could possibly be in that very moment, attempting to stick his blade out in Drayn’s general direction in a vain attempt at self-preservation. He was quickly incapacitated, however, by a heavy step on his right wrist.<br/><br/>Robyn didn’t bother to struggle against the pinning, as he was fully aware that he wasn’t at all skilled in any sort of combat. He resigned himself to being trapped, though he did cry out as the back of the man’s hand connected with one of his cheeks. He pressed himself back against the wall as much as he could, his body beginning to shiver slightly against his will as he stared up at Drayn. A deep blue bruise was already beginning to blossom on the left side of his face, and after the first round of shouting, it was granted with a twin on his right side. He was asked a question, but as he stared up at his newfound abuser he seemed incapable of answering for a few moments. An intent look passed over his face as if he were paying attention to something, tuning in to the words of another. Unbeknownst to Drayn, he was.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">‘Oh, I like this one little bird,’</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">‘Oh yes, he’s almost as terrible a person as you, I think … Almost,’</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">‘Don’t fuck this up, Robyn. He could be of great use to us now that Adrien has been freed.’</span></i><br/><br/>A few moments of silence later a look of clarity passed over Robyn’s features. He blinked slowly up at Drayn before managing to get a grasp on some sort of response. “M-My name is Robyn, I was Adrien’s houseguest,” he whispered, wondering if perhaps the dealer had mentioned him to this stranger at all. Clearly, they’d known one another, but Robyn was also fairly sure that enjoying fucking pretty little boys had been a dirty little secret of his.<br/><br/>“I … I may have lost you your payment, but Adrien told me where he stashes his money, a-and his stores. I may have lost your five grand, but I can give you fifty … And whatever else you desire from me,” he whispered hurriedly, remaining totally still aside from a nervously flitting gaze and a consistent, mild shivering.