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chapter seven

Chapter Seven: Ropes

Lydia was thrown inside a small room. Her chin bumped against the hard floor, cashing her to accidentally bite down on her tongue. Lydia rolled onto her back, clutching a hand over her mouth. "Son of a fucking bitch."

Robin was tossed inside with her. She toppled to the ground with a groan as the door was slammed shut behind them.

Lydia sucked in a deep breath, hauling herself up from the floor. She stumbled towards Robin, using her foot to nudge her leg. "You good?"

"Ugh."

"Same."

Robin sat up properly as Lydia's eyes made a sweep across the room. It was a tiny, cramped space, no windows and just one door. Their odds were looking incredibly slim.

Robin blinked hard, readjusting to their surroundings. She turned to Lydia, rubbing her forehead. "Where do you think they took Steve?"

Lydia sighed. She sat down beside her, pulling her legs to her chest. "I don't know."

Lydia glanced nervously at the door, biting down on her bottom lip. She didn't like the fact that the three of them had been separated. Lydia assumed they would clamp down harder on Steve for information, perhaps using the girls as leverage instead. And like, to be fair, if Lydia didn't know who he was and saw him walking about in that ridiculous uniform, she'd probably think he was suspicious too.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked, placing a hand on Lydia's forearm.

"Just, you know, terrified," Lydia answered truthfully. She swallowed thickly. "Dying wasn't exactly in my summer plans, so."

"I won't let that happen."

Abruptly, the door burst open. Lydia and Robin instantly turned their heads in the direction as Steve was carelessly tossed inside, landing unconsciously at their feet.

"Steve?" Robin asked worriedly.

Lydia scrambled over, leaning across him to shake his shoulder. "Steve?"

The girls exchanged anxious glances as he remained unresponsive. Robin crawled forwards and they carefully turned him onto his back. Lydia took his bloodied face gently between her hands. Steve's left eye had been badly swollen, harsh purple bruises standing out against his pale  complexion.

The door clicked open again. Lydia glowered at the Russian man who strode inside. Robin sprung up from the ground, launching herself at the man. Lydia quickly reached out to stop her (because like, fuck, Robin, this guy is twice the size of you!) but her fingers only grazed past her uniform.

"What did you do to him?!" Robin demanded, shoving his chest. "What did you do?!"

The Russian silenced her with a hard slap to the face, knocking her back to the floor. Robin whimpered as Lydia saw red, climbing to her feet and throwing herself at the man. "Don't fucking touch her!"

The man dodged her attack, his own fist connecting underneath her chin. Lydia stumbled as an agonising ache seared across her jawbone.

He smirked tauntingly. Lydia gritted her teeth, trying to recall the self defence tips Rich had taught her over the years.

The Russian snickered as she approached him again. Lydia lifted her knee, slamming it into his crotch. The man doubled over in pain, whilst another guard stormed towards her. His hand moved so fast it was almost a blur, hitting Lydia hard in the corner of the mouth.

She staggered backwards, falling into Robin, who held onto her tightly. Lydia could taste metallic in her mouth. Her fingertips tentatively pressed against her throbbing lip and she drew her hand back to find it spotted with blood.