How to Disappear [Soldier Boy/Ben x OC - The Boys]

Chapter 4: Talk

"Good morning princess. Tea or coffee?"

Eden's body was sore, and her neck and arms ached. The room was cold, like a freezing cold you could feel in your bones, and as Eden's vision returned and sharpened, she found herself in an unwell-lit, vacant windowless room, and stood in front of her were two figures; an average-looking curly-haired Joe, and the large, dark-haired, bearded man who had attacked her in her home.

Immediately Eden tried to stand, adrenaline now coursing through her veins, but she found herself restrained, with one of her hands handcuffed to a pipe behind her. This would not be a problem, but as she kept roughly pulling, trying to break out of the cuffs or to break the pipe, her wrist started to hurt, and after thrashing about for too long, Eden noticed that her strength was missing. An annoying foreign accent, feigning friendliness, brought Eden's attention back to the men in front of her.

"I'm guessing neither tea nor coffee." Eden ignored him, continuing her futile efforts to break free.

"Careful not to hurt yourself, love. You've got more than yourself to think about now."

"What the fuck have you done to me?"

Eden's tone was filled with venom, angry that her powers were gone. As she spoke, she stared up to the pair, and she noticed how the lankier man was nervous in comparison to the foreign one, and she intended to take advantage of this.

"Nothing permanent, don't worry. Just a little concoction to keep you at bay, but we aren't going to hurt you, as long as you don't give us a reason to."

"Well, you're doing a fucking fantastic job, assholes."

As Eden sarcastically responded she raised her handcuffed hand, which were already tender. Eden now noticed that she wasn't wearing the office clothes she remembered putting on last, but a black sweatsuit set that she had gotten cheap from Target the previous winter.

Kidnapped, stripped and drugged – what else have they done to me? Eden thought panicked.

Realizing the dire situation she was in, Eden quickly switched up her attitude, and instead of thrashing about, she pulled up her knees and placed her head on them, looking up at the two men, face flushed, letting her eyes water from the very real fear she was feeling now.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean it. Please, just let me go. I don't know what you want, but you don't seem like bad men. I don't have much, but I'll withdraw everything from my account, you can have it all, I won't say a single word to anyone. Please, just let me go."

Eden's voice cracked as she finished, choking down a sob.

Eden was scared, and if there was one lesson she learned from the Supe conflict resolution course that she took for one semester in college, it's that she needed to gain the sympathy of her kidnappers, and she needed to capitalize off of her fear to do so. Unfortunately for her, in contrast with the lankier guy, the dark-haired man in charge was not fooled by her theatrics, and clapped as he spoke.

"I can see why he fancied you, love. You are a real damsel, a lady like Vivien Leigh, and the face for it too. Sadly, we're not in Hollywood."

"We aren't going to hurt you Eden, we're really not the bad guys – "

Eden was waiting for the smaller man to speak, and immediately turned to him, with her brown hair falling on her face.

"So please then, just let me go." Eden pleaded directly to her target, who she stared at with rounded eyes.

"Hughie, the pamphlets."

The dark-haired man ignored Eden's pleas, and turned spoke to the other man with a definitive tone. Apprehensively 'Hughie', took a bag that was on the table next to them – Eden's bag. The young girl's stomach turned as she saw him rummage and pull out some familiar papers.