An average victim

A boy walked down a deserted street holding a few packages, edgy from the darkness. He wore a red and black shirt, baggy shorts with various chains and zippers, spiked black gloves, and a grey and ebony scarf with spikes. He also had several piercings on both ears, one of which was chained to his lip. His black hair was surprisingly still in the city's normally violent air. It was also surprisingly cold, another thing that bothered Miso. He'd been in the cold before, but never THIS cold.
Miso kept looking around as he walked down the street. He had the slightest nagging feeling that someone was following him. It was very faint, but he couldn't seem to shake the feeling off. This was why he never traveled at night without Kurotsuki, Stain, or Josie, but tonight he had to. Josie and Kurotsuki were currently at the local jail, and Stain was out of town on a trip. Suddenly, something tripped him, causing the boy to drop his package in front of him and scrape up his hands and knees on the asphalt. Miso rolled over expecting to see….someone, but no one was there. He pushed himself up and grabbed for his package-but it had disappeared. Miso looked around for his package, backing up.
The echo of steps made Miso freeze, right before something smacked him in the face and land on his spine, pain rocketing through his back and muscles. Miso opened his eyes to see a very…unwelcome, familiar figure. He stared up into glaring red dragon eyes as Wrath smirked down at him, holding a package. "Looking for THIS, Miso?" The black haired boy didn't have a response-he was too terrified to say anything. Shit, this was why he never traveled alone! He couldn't stand up to people like WRATH, where as the others could! Not satisfied without a response, Wrath dropped what Miso had been carrying and picked up the boy himself.  "I've heard you enjoy pain, Misa Misa." Miso cringed at the nickname. "Let's see how much you can take."
Miso grimaced once more as he was dropped onto the asphalt and kicked in the stomach.  He didn't have any time to straighten himself; as soon as he instinctively doubled over, he felt an icy hand clamp down on his side. He opened one eye to see Wrath's slightly confused expression. "How many DAMN piercings do you HAVE, Misa?" Something in Miso's gut twisted as Wrath's expression slowly turned to one of dark delight. Wrath's other hand traveled up to the chained piercing connecting Miso's lip and ear piercing, one finger snaking around it before pulling the chain, tearing out both piercings. Miso tried not to make a sound, but a squeak of pain escaped him as his blood dripped from the chain. He cringed worse as another earring was torn from the same ear.  Miso felt a rib crack as Wrath pushed him onto his other side and ripped out yet another piercing. Wrath paused, letting the rings and spikes fall onto the ground with a bloody clatter. For a moment, the boy thought Wrath would stop, for a moment he had hope.
That was crushed down, however, as Miso felt the rest of his ear piercings ripped out all at once, making his ear scream. The boy bit his lip, trying not to give Wrath the satisfaction of knowing it hurt, but he couldn't stop a muffled scream from escaping. Wrath tapped his claws along his chin as he listened to Miso's muffled scream, wondering what "fun" he could have next. Than an idea struck him. Miso was bound to have more piercings on him somewhere. Wrath gripped Miso's shirt and pulled at it, easily tearing the fabric away. He also grabbed Miso's scarf and pulled it off, causing his own hand to go comfortably numb. Wrath licked his lips as he saw that Miso had a total of four piercings on his chest.

Wrath dragged his claws along the piercings before he plucked and yanked each one out. He twirled one of the rings around his finger as he, of all things, licked Miso's chest, making the black-haired child blush really badly. Miso really wished Stain or Kurotsuki was with him right now-he didn't know how much he could take. Normally he didn't mind pain, but getting his piercings torn out was an exception. Especially the chest piercings.
Miso blushed worse as he heard and felt his shorts and underwear being torn off.  Wrath pushed himself off Miso's chest and tore yet another piercing from a rather painful place, causing Miso to scream at a pitch higher than most women! Wrath snickered to himself, even though he was cracking up on the inside. This was one of the highest pitched screams he'd heard. Wrath just snickered for a few moments before a dark though creeped its way into his skull. While Miso may have screamed high, he was still a guy. Slipping his dagger out of his sleeve, Wrath took the edged blade and stabbed it right into one of Miso's testicles, managing to tear it clean off. Miso almost screamed a second time, but bit down on his arm instead. Blood slipped in his mouth as tear of agony spilled out of his eyes. Wrath was enjoying his little "game" with Miso. However, Wrath knew he'd get bored quickly if he didn't do something else, and when he was bored, his sick sense of happiness left him with only hatred and anger.
Miso stopped biting his arm as Wrath picked him up by the shoulders, pinning him to a building. His smiled had disappeared, replaced by not a glare, but a rather calm expression. This made the fear in Miso's heart flare up more. He started to lose feeling in his arms from the cold. Blood spewed from his mouth as Wrath punched him in the face, cracking Miso's teeth and jaws.  Another punch made Miso's entire face numb, a third blinded him in his right eye.  Miso opened his good eye to see a fourth land smack in the middle of his face. That caused Miso to suddenly feel cold everywhere. He barely felt himself hit the ground as Wrath dropped him onto the concreted of the sidewalk.
Blood splashed from the child's mouth as boot him square in the chest. Miso couldn't cringe anymore as claws scrapped down his side. By this point, he could smell his own blood. He screamed a third time a blade carved its way into the back of his ribcage and sliced slowly down until it met his hip.  Blood poured and crawled down Miso's back. "What's the MATTER, Misa Misa? I thought you were a fucking masochist! A little pain too much for you?" Miso coughed as he tried to speak.
"Pain, not abuse!" Miso knew he shouldn't have said it; he REALLY shouldn't have smart-assed Wrath. But his mouth had just spat out the words despite his not wanting to talk. Miso felt Wrath stop. That couldn't be good.
"Bitch, this isn't ABUSE. Not yet." Fuck. Miso instinctively covered his head as the blade came down once more, lodging its way into Miso's shoulder and crushing his shoulder blade.  Miso coughed in pain as he was kicked several times in the ground and gut, his body already half numb from the cold and loss of blood. Miso's eyes popped open in pain, uttering a silent scream, as Wrath stepped on his pelvis, crushing part of it. All feeling in his legs disappeared. His ears started to ring badly as he was kicked in the head, his nose cracking at the impact. Pain creeped violently onto Miso's head as Wrath starting ripping out his hair, tearing it off in clumps. Miso expected him to do something else, but to his surprised, after only a few seconds, Wrath stopped. With one eye open, the boy saw Wrath just staring down at him. One of his claws clacked in his blade. "You BORE me." Miso bored him? He wouldn't call abusing someone or being abused boring at all! "It's no wonder I harass your sisters. You can't even fight back."
With that, Wrath turned and walked away, leaving Miso on the street naked, bloody, and broken. It was several minutes, maybe even an hour, before anyone found his corpse.