The unbroken ones

twenty four|americans

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(Two months into the story)

"See, this is all your fault!" He whispered. He was locked up beside me into a wooden chair. His black hair was a little wet making it curled up, his lips were a little bloody and his jawline was forming a little blue. His eyes were dark.

"How is this my fault?" I asked. I was in a similar state as him, my lip bruised and my hair was all messy. The difference between us was that he was all beaten and kidnapped but still, managed to look like a snack. Rose, this is not the time!

"You and your big mouth! Couldn't you stay outside the hotel?" He asked, sawing his chair towards me. I mean I could stay outside in the black van but hey, where is the fun in that?

"No, I was hungry," I said with a dead expression on my face. My eyes were looked forward on the guards watching us. We were locked up in an old warehouse, with old grey walls and two floors.

We were on the first floor, above us there was a long balcony. It was empty but in some hours there would be powerful men sitting on there with their glass of whiskey watching us get tortured.

"Omg, we ate just before the mission," he said, his eyes looked on me. I drifted my gaze back to him, my patient was not in order.

Of course, the team and he stopped by a fancy restaurant to eat but I was in the freaking van ordering a fish burger from Macdonald's, they didn't even get me my order,  they ignored me! There were five guards in front of us, including the general. They were all armed and in their hands, big guns were resting.

"No, you ate and I didn't get my order!" I hissed back at him. He sat back in his chair, a surprised look was placed on his face.

"Wait, was that the reason why you called me hundred times?" He asked.

"Yes! You stupid prick" I said my eyes drifted to the big door in front of us. This is not the way I wanted to die.

"Call me to prick one more time I swear to god, I will kill you before these dumb heads do it," he said with a serious expression. He leaned back in his chair again letting out a sigh.

"Oh yeah? Well listen here you tanned lasagne, I would take that knife in front of you and cut off your freaking ears, then your toes, and then your fingers. But no, that isn't enough. I will trade your beard with a thread, the old fashion way and I swear to god it will hurt. And then to top it off, I will open your mouth up just like how the dentist does it, and pour gasoline in it and then put you on fire."

The guards were surprised and started to hold on to their guns stronger.  I looked into the boy's soul. Maybe I could make s'mores? Like wouldn't it be cool to make s'mores on top of the fire that is coming out from his mouth?

"Oh you bitch" he muttered under his breath. I gave him a look, and he just looked irritated at me.

"Quite!" One of the guards said. The past 24 hours have been very busy, I have been thinking about a plan on how to get my ass out from here. But there is always one problem coming up, those five guards that are here all the time aren't normal guards. If you look away from the big guns they are carrying, they are built like the fucking hulk himself! There is no way, I could take those creatures down.