Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

XI

Arya sat, holding her side as she watched through the double sided mirror and she sucked in a breath as she watched Ashton enter the room and she chewed on the inside of her lip. She looked at Calum who was seated beside her and her eyes snapped back to the room.

"Think he's going to do something stupid?" Michael asked from behind Arya and Luke shook his head.

"No, he's calm now. I think." Luke said, and Calum tensed as Ashton stood across from Boris. He turned the volume on, as he knew Ashton would start speaking soon, and they each crowded around, waiting for Ashton to talk.

"So, Boris Wendel." Ashton's voice came through the speaker, and the stocky German man glared back at him. Arya chewed on her fingernail as she watched him, before sighing and rubbing her hands together.

"How long have you been working here?" Ashton asked, seeming innocent and the man scoffed before leaning forward in his seat.

"I do not have to answer questions without a lawyer." He said, his accent thick and Ashton chuckled before pulling the chair out, the chair legs screeching against the cold marble floor and sat down.

"See, that's the thing. We aren't the police. We can do what we want." Ashton said, a smirk on his face and Boris gulped before sitting upright.

"That's not right, I'm an American. You can't treat me like this." Boris said, a panic evident in his voice and Ashton stared back at the man.

"Actually, you aren't. You're from Germany, and you worked for Milburga Fischer. You are here illegally in America, which means the government doesn't even know about you." Ashton said, cracking his knuckles and Arya sighed.

She moved in her seat, wincing and Calum frowned before bringing his hands to her side and looking up at her. She nodded, and he lifted the shirt and furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the wound. It looked worse than before, the bruising around the wound a darker shade of purple and she frowned.

"Arya, you should see a doctor." Michael said, inspecting the wound and she shook her head before shushing him and looking back at the room. Michael rolled his eyes, bot copied Arya's actions and watched as Ashton stood.

"You're a spy, are you not?" Ashton asked, crossing his arms over his chest and Boris stiffened before shaking his head.

"I have ways of making you talk." Ashton sneered, getting in the mans face and Boris scoffed.

"You can not do anything that will make me talk." Boris said, and Michael chuckled.

"This will be fun." Michael said, an amused expression on his face and Luke sighed. Calum stood, going into the room and leaning against the door once he had shut it.

"So you don't think we can make you talk?" Calum asked, crossing his arms over his chest. His muscles were visible through the thin cotton material of his shirt, and Boris swallowed quickly. Between Ashton and Calum standing in front of him, he was growing nervous.

Ashton grabbed straps, roughly adjusting them and Boris winced at the feeling of the harsh leather against his skin. Arya looked up at Luke, confused at how the two were acting and he frowned before sitting beside her.

"They know how to torture someone." Luke said quietly, and Arya's eyes widened as she looked back at Ashton. She couldn't see Ashton torturing anyone, he just was so nice. She's killed someone yeah, but she doesn't think she could handle torturing someone.

She looked away as Ashton grabbed a knife, and she winced as she heard Boris cry out in pain. She knew that he was part of the reason she nearly died, but she still didn't want to hear someone get tortured.