The lost one. Tord X reader.

Chapter fifteen

//Tord's pov//  

Tord angrily walked to the metal door, typing in the password and not looking back as he pushed the door opened.

He didn't know why he was here again. He always ends up at this curtain room just to talk to this girl. For some reason.

When he walked in, he hit his foot on an object he didn't know was in front of him. He looked down and saw the food cart there.

Why is the food cart here?

He looked up from it, and was met with two of his soldiers. Patryck was sitting on the bed next to the girl, while Paul strangely kept his distance with his arms crossed, cigarette in mouth.

"Why are you guys here?" He asked.

Paul gave a questionable look at him, and even at Patryck in a suspicious way. "We just finished bring breakfast. I was just talking with Y/n and gave her the breakfast you made for her." He told. He stood up from the bed and gave Tord a reassuring grin.

Y/n seem to be enjoying her food, though she only eat a small amount of it before placing the plate on the floor. "Thanks for making this for me again. I really appreciate it." She said, smiling up at him as she sat crossed legged.

It was visible that Tord was clearly annoyed. The two saw it, and she did to, but it was something else that annoyed him so they stayed on his good side.

"Anything wrong, Red leader?" Patryck asked.

"You can't exactly socialize with prisoners, Patryck." He said. "Get to your stations. Also someone needs to look after the soldiers as they train. You two can go do that. Now get going." He ordered.

"Wait, what happened to Jame's?!" Paul dared to ask. "Isn't he usually the one supervising them?"

Tord clinched his jaw, trying not to leash his anger out by just one question. "He twisted his ankle. Again. Now go. And take the cart with you."

And with that, they were off. They left without another word, seeing that their leader was annoyed. But why? They wondered.

The girl awkwardly sat there on her bed. She tried to look at anything else but him.

She kept her eye on the the floor, seeing that she did still needs to pick up all her clothes, and change out of the ones she wore as well.

Her mind kept going back to where she used a silly small scalpel to try and kill him.

She still had another one in her slipper anyway.

Not like she would use it to kill him again anyway.

"Why did you send him away?" She dared to ask.

"Thought you would have heard already. They have jobs to get to."

"But," she paused, seeing that he was right. "Never mind."

At last the room was quiet. Always that way when he comes. Tord really wanted to asked many questions. Mostly, a lot of personal questions.

"By the way," the girl said, looking to the man who timidly stood there. "Patryck told me you were the one who left that food bag here. Why did you?" She asked.

She had the most soft voice Tord had ever heard. It always came out in a whisper, though, you could hear it of a sound of a slight echo.

He did tell Paul to leave the bag behind. There were few things to eat in that bag.

"Because you would actually eat. That's why I make stuff for you." He said, crossing his arms and looked away, most likely staring at the broken camera he shoot. He didn't want the camera man to see that he was "socializing" with the prisoner.