As Hawkins Falls: Max Mayfield x Fem Reader- A Stranger Things Fanfiction

28: I Don't Work For A Soul

Twenty-eight: I Don't Work For A Soul

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When Dustin, Max and Erica were down the grate, Robin and Steve tried to talk Y/n out of it, but she refused, and before they knew it, the door slammed open, sending them falling backwards. The three now sat on the floor, looking up at the four Russians in front of them who, might I add, had huge guns.

"Shit." Y/n quietly muttered before the Russians picked them up and started dragging them.

Once they reached a certain hallway, all three of the teenagers realized they were separating them. "Wait wait wait! Robin! Steve! Robin!" Y/n shouted, kicking her legs and thrashing around as the people dragging her took her in a different direction than Steve and Robin.

They reached a room before the Russians threw Y/n on the floor with a harsh slam as she landed with a grunt. One of the Russians said something to the other before he firmly gripped onto Y/n's wrist. Y/n's arm squirmed, trying to free herself from the man's grasp, but there was no use.

"Let me go, you commie bastards!" She insulted as she continued to wriggle her arms, which were now being tied together as she was being carried to a bench.

"Quiet, suka." One of the guards hissed in her face. Y/n scrunched her nose a bit at the man, looking him up and down.

"Now, you just answer our questions, and we let you go." The man told her before getting up in her face. "Do you understand, American?"

Y/n gave an expecting look in compliance, signaling for the guard to continue.

"Who do you work for?"

Y/n furrowed her brows at the guard as if he was stupid. "Work for? You realize how young I am, right?"

The guard narrowed his eyes at the girl before standing up straight again. "What did we say about answering questions? Who do you work for?"

"I didn't say shit." Y/n leaned closer to the guard, venom lacing her words. "I don't work for a soul." She spat, enunciating her words to add spite to her tone before stubbornly slouching back into her seat on the bench.

The guard muttered something in Russian before turning back to Y/n. "You're a stubborn little bitch, aren't you?" He hissed.

Y/n cocked a brow. "I like to think so." She said, sassily looking him up and down again.

Y/n was honestly surprising herself with how calm she was. Like, you think when you're trapped in a secret Russian base, tied up and held captive, you'd be scared, but she was being surprisingly cool.

He said something to the other guard before that guard approached Y/n. He grabbed her wrists again, her attempts to get out of his grip still useless as he untied the rope on her.

He then dragged her by the wrists- which were still being forcefully kept together -and re-tying them, this time to the leg of a table.

"Are you serious?" Y/n scoffed before the Russians left the room with no response. Y/n shook her arms, but the table didn't even move. She sighed as she desperately looked around the room for anything that might help her, finding nothing.

So, she did the only other thing she could think of.

The girl started moving her wrists back and forth, causing the rope to rub against the leg of the table.
Y/n kept doing this, hoping the friction would burn through the rope. It seemed to be working, and it did. The rope broke, and Y/n was free. "Oh, shit." She gave a breathy chuckle, smiling. The only thing is, the second she was free, the Russians came back through the door.

"You couldn't have wasted seven seconds?" Y/n complained as the guards approached her. This time there were three. One started talking to her while the others fought against her kicking and punching to try to restrain her again. "What was this little one up to?"

"Breaking your weak ass rope." Y/n snapped back.

a/n:

super short chapter, but i might post again today, so I'll make up for it. this chapter was super fun to write, though!!!

thanks for reading! hope you liked it! :)

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