“You're stubborn, I'll give you that, Rat.” Sapnap snarls at you.

You grin through bloodied teeth, lifting your face off the slick puddle you resided in.

"But I'm afraid the same can be said for me." the man says gravely. You feel your cocky smile falter. Secretly (okay, it was probably pretty obvious) you were exhausted. Every inch of your body was aching or burning or bleeding and you just wanted to be home. Maybe with your family...

Yet you know the Syndicate isn’t your family, you simply work for them, maybe you just got too close again.

Your awkwardly dragged across the floor towards a different door, legs failing to make a purchase as you hiss and snarl like a feral animal.

The door is kicked open and you nearly choke at the sight before you. It was almost too predicable, the yellowed tile floors of a wet room, the harsh metal of a standalone bathtub, the frayed shower curtain with mold growing in the divets.

The man drops you harshly, you glance at the door and regrets it instantly when the prick notices, slamming his weight down on your knee and seeming pleasantly surprised by the audible crack. And then amused by your accompanying scream.

Sapnap returns to his previous task as you trie to remain conscious from the pain. A jug of water is in his hands and your sweating. Waves of nausea spread across your right leg, calling bile into your throat that you force down, gasping in surprise when the man suddenly straddles you, resting his weight on your stomach and pinning your hands at your side. You wiggle fruitlessly, panic accompanying the bile in your throat until a rag is pressed firmly over your face.

It’s hard to breath, and more so when the waters added, choking and gasping.

Once, twice, thrice.

There’s a commotion outside the door and Sapnap pauses, pulling back and suddenly through your painful haze he’s being yanked off of you and the rag is removed from your face as you begin to spit out water and choke on the burning air.

“Kid, kid breath.” The new voice begs, and it’s Wilbur.