How pitiful and sad that it had happened so quickly, they had caught him so off guard and if he was angry at anyone for this situation, it should be himself. Every stupid thought manifests in a metallic ringing sound as the Doctor bangs his head against the metal pole they’d lashed him to while they left for something or other. His head still hurts, and he can smell that putrid stench of his own blood in the dark, he can hear his hearts galloping in cadence with the buzz of electric lights. He has no idea who they are, they’d covered his head with a hood before he could come to and make out faces or species. Just his luck, too.
“You know I think around here they have something called the endangered species act, which you are clearly violating—” he shouts, tugging at his arms and listening to the creak of rope. A grunt, he attempts to shimmy himself up the pole and onto his feet, only to be shoved back down.
“C’mon fellas, I’m sure we can work something out— we’ll chat it out over dinner, or brunch. I like a good brunch, though cocktails and I don’t get along so well”
Silence from his ‘friends’, and an agitated huff. “Well fine, see if I invite you out anywhere else. You’re rubbish dates”
Most of the time she had been captured, Aurora dared not to fight with them. Not wanting to get beaten, or killed. She sat there in silence, tied to a pole. Being put into a dark, smelly cell with a man that they had taken. Like him, she was unable to see her captures. It made it hard for her to figure out who they were.
”I don’t think they’ll listen.” She spoke up, looking across at her cellmate. She give him a sad glance. “They seem desperate though.” She turned her head at the locked door, listening to them talk in their conversations. Ignoring the two people in the cell.
“I might have a plan, but it might take some time.” She admitted, turning back to the man. Underneath her sleeve, she kept a broken piece of glass that she picked up as a clue while she was investigating. She carefully slid it down her arm. Catching it with her hands from behind her back. She pressed the glass on the ropes holding her, cutting through them.
- "Where do you think you’re going?"
- You’re not going anywhere.”
- "You belong to me now."
- "There, nice and tight."
- "Shh, there’s no need to scream."
- "There, that should keep you quiet."
- "Why are you doing this?"
- "Let me go!"
- "Release me!"
- "Help me!"
- "Untie me!"
- "How are we suppose to get out of this?"
- "Someone will come for me!"