"I hope it was worth it"

...

Namor winced as held his side. He rolled his eyes annoyed before speaking to Nathan. "I'm gonna patch this up. Need anything?" "Bandages" Nathan responded eyeing you.

Namor walked upstairs and you shivered on the ground.

"Nathan.. please just let me go. We can forget any of this happened.." you plead and he cocked his head dumbfounded.

Blood dripped down his cheek as his red hair fell by his face. He was keeping his composure but you were sure he was livid. Namor came back with a grin as he handed the supplies to Nathan. Namor looked at you and was surpringly happier as he saw Nathan's aggravation.

"Just tell me what to do.." Namor spoke to him but Nathan did not respond, "I get we had our ups and downs but we both know if boss doesn't contact us by tomorrow the job was probably a bust" "What? So you're just gonna kill me!? All this to kill me?" You shouted with hot tears as your red hand ached. Nathan just sighed as Namor shrugged. "Just let me go!!" "Can't" Nathan spoke, "You know our faces and our names" "It's nothing personal hot stuff" Namor winked.

You just sat defeated looking at the blood drip from your hand. The two men spoke amongst themselves but you were intent on not dying in the cold depths of the basement. You glanced up at the two males and thought of their argument before. It was over you. One is violent while the other is not.

You interrupted their talking with a smile, "That wound seems pretty bad Namor.."

His head turned to the side a bit as his eye twitched. It brought fear in you but you kept smiling.

"Who told you to speak? You making jokes?" he walked forward aggressively and Nathan held him back. "Calm down Namor.." "You heard what she said? Ha.. I'll kill her right now" You grinned leaning forward, "No you won't. You listen to Nathan"

A swift slap went across your face and you were stuck looking at the ground as your cheek stung. Nathan pushed Namor against the wall full of anger.

"What the actual hell is wrong with you? Don't you harm her!!" Nathan shouted with anger as his brown eyes pierced Namors. Namor spat on the ground before cursing, "I'm putting her in her place!! You just let her speak to you like that?"

You glanced around as they argued. You weren't tied up but the two males were blocking the stairs. Your hand stung badly as glass shards were still in it from the mirror. You gripped your pink gown with anxiety as you slowly stood up. As you came to your feet, Namor grabbed your hair in anger.

"Did you forget our injuries? She attacked us and you're just letting her get away with it?" He grabbed your neck and pulled your hair back as you looked at Nathan with a frown. "Let her go Namor.. I'm warning you. What do you not get? It's understandable she's trying to escape! Anyone would!!" "Am I supposed to give a fuck? She can try that out with you but not with me" he began strangling you and you tried your best to fight back to no avail.

Nathan suddenly swung his fist at Namors face, causing him to drop you on the ground. Namor held his nose before glaring at the ginger. He pulled out a knife with a crazed look in his eyes but Nathan was unfazed as he lifted up his hoodie revealing a gun at his waist. Namor scoffed before smiling at you with a look of passive aggressiveness.

"I'm leaving. Tomorrow if the boss hasn't called, she's dead" he looked back at Nathan, "I'm sure I have permission to do so. I'll be sure to make it quick". Namor walked up the stairs holding his side. You slowly backed against the wall catching your breath. You were shivering in the cold basement with nothing but a the thin gown Nathan had given you.

Your plan to make them argue had worked but at the cost of your irritated throat and stinging face. Nathan took your injured hand and began taking out the glass. He applied alcohol which made you wince as he wrapped it up. "Nathan.." you spoke but he didn't look at you. "Why did you think attacking was best? Now we're all injured and in the same predicament" "I'm sorry" you apologized without actually meaning it, "Nathan I don't want to sleep down here. Please don't make me" He gently gripped your wrist as he finished bandaging you up, "I'll stay down here with you" "Isn't there a mattress here?" you asked with pleading eyes and Nathan didn't reply.

After he put everything back in the medkit he began leading you up the stairs. The house was cold, but not as much as the basement. He took you around the corner of the hallway and you analyzed your surroundings.

You never really got to get a good look at the house since you were always trying to escape. It had dirty, white walls and rooms that were unfurnished despite it having electricity and water. It had an old smell like it was built century's ago. Nathan opened a door that led to a room that actually had furniture. There was a bed that was freshly made with a green quilt and two pillows. There was a gray rug on the wooden floor and a wooden dresser.

"You can sleep in the bed" "You're not mad?"

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