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━━━━━━━━━━ You groaned when you came back to consciousness, a headache was piercing throughout your skull. The side of your neck felt sore and you could feel the restraints on your hands and feet. The energy you once felt coursing through your veins was now absent. "Whoever injected me... is gonna fucking regret it," Your head lolled to the side as your eyes fluttered open.
"Y/N!" The familiar voice stunned you. You turned to the side, seeing Klaus tied up in the same way, but with just a bath towel on.
"Klaus?" You scrunched up your face, "Where are we?"
"I'll tell you," A deep, gravelly voice caught your attention, "When you tell us where the boy is." The bitch who injected you came out of the shadows, followed by the other masked assassins. His metal arm shimmered as it caught the moonlight.
The woman in the pink dog mask grabbed a wire and came in your direction. She came from behind, and started to choke your brother, "Number Five, where is he?"
Klaus began choking, "Don't... stop... I'm almost there." You groaned in disgust when you realized what he was doing.
"Is that a...?"
"Yep."
Your brother raged into a coughing fit as the woman let him go, "Oh! Ah, there's nothin' like a little... stranglin' to get the blood flowin', am I right?"
You gave Klaus a look, "Ew."
Klaus began to chuckle, causing one of the men to get up, "What is so funny, asshole?" He slapped him in the back of the head.
"Ow! Well, for one... You spent the last ten hours beating me senseless, and... you've learned absolutely nothing. I mean, nobody tells me shit. Maybe Y/N, but not me. You assholes kidnapped the wrong guy!" You both started to laugh, when the same man came up and slapped you both in the back of the heads, "Ow!"
"Please make him stop talking."
"Let's waterboard him."
"No!" You screamed, but were cut off by a large hand grabbing the sides of your face forcefully, "Tell us where he is." The bones in your face felt like they were going to snap under the pressure. Tears pricked the sides of your eyes as you shook your head. You felt a cool metal blade attach itself to your neck as your face continued to be crushed. He moved his head forward, invading your space as he whispered in your ear, "I'll ask again. Tell us where Number Five is." You gathered enough strength to head butt him, the blade of the knife slightly cutting into your skin as he got off of you.
"Ow!" You groaned, "That hurt like a bitch." You dropped your head forward, feeling the warm blood trickle down your chest and seep into your shirt. You heard the other man groan, and when you looked up, you saw that he had retreated back to his chair, glaring at you.
