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008. carrot man

𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐈 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. Her wrists and ankles were tied, and she was blindfolded. She felt a bundle of clothes hit her legs before she heard the van drive off.

"Fucking hell", Nabi murmured, as she struggled to get her ties off. "Hey, you! Help me", a man's voice said next to her. Nabi groaned again, trying to jiggle her way out of the robes. "I'm trying to fucking untie myself, moron", Nabi answered, now actually getting annoyed by the complaining. Nabi's fingers were sore. It was freezing outside.

"Shut up, and help me", another voice said. Nabi tried to locate the voice, but she didn't have to try for long, since a pair of hands were pushed to her face. Nabi didn't even question but started opening the robes with her teeth. When she felt the knot open, she spat out the bits of the robe that she had in her mouth.

Nabi tried to get her hand free but was stopped by a knee on her back, holding her down. Nabi's self-protection instinct kicked in as she started fighting back.

"Shit! Stay still", a voice said and pressed Nabi to the ground, basically pinning her whole body to the cold cement. Nabi recognized the speaker immediately. Shit.

The second Nabi's hands were free, she pushed the girl off her, putting as much distance between them as she could. Nabi pulled her blindfold off as she eyed her surroundings in panic. Where the hell was she?

"Untie me!" the man complained about the ground. Nabi looked at him. Old man.

Nabi ripped the robe off from her ankles and quickly grabbed her clothes. Pulling the shirt over her head, without even sparing a glance at the taller girl. 067 was getting dressed too.

"Oh yes, get dressed first. God- it's freezing", the man mumbled on the ground.

Nabi pulled on her stockings and slipped her shoes on. The leather skirt she was wearing that night when she left for the game, wasn't an ideal outfit for this weather. At least she had her jacket. Her top wasn't very warm either, so she just had to pray that her house wasn't too far away.

Nabi ran her hand through her hair, as she bent down next to the old man. Nabi lifted her head, looking at 067. She probably shouldn't call her by the number, since the games were over.

"Are you gonna help him or?" Nabi asked, her eyes traveling between the taller girl's face and hand, in which she was holding a pocket knife.
"Why should I", the girl questioned, well, it was more like a statement. Like an 'I could, but I won't.'

"You're just going to go on about your money when I free you", she spoke, but not to Nabi, to the man. The old man groaned and twisted his body, so he was almost sitting up. "Of course I am! That's how it works-"

"Oh shut up, will ya?" Nabi groaned and smacked the man's head lightly.
"I'm going to cut your ties, and you're going to forget about the money. Deal?" Nabi felt like a mother, trying to make two of her children make up after a fight.

The man gave up and swore it on his mother. Nabi glared at the taller girl when 067 finally gave over her knife to Nabi. Nabi cut the ties off with a slick move and helped the man out of the robes.

But the second he got his hands free he started to jump around like a crazy carrot, swearing and yelling at the pocket thieft. Nabi backed away slightly, almost humored by the man.
She handed the pocket knife back to its owner, who took it into her own hands. Nabi hesitated for a while, she still didn't trust her one bit.

"I feel bad for your mother", 067 said and turned away.

Nabi crossed her arms and stared at the jumping man.

"Are you gonna be fine?" Nabi asked, humor lacing her voice. The man groaned as he fell to the ground, but gave Nabi a thumbs up.

"Okay. Goodbye old man", Nabi said waving her hand and walking away.