you’re colleague

antag just stood there silently, messing with the scissors in his hands, the only thing they had in this elevator—which was more like an empty room, but whatever—he hadn’t spoken in a while, he didn’t see a reason to. Last time anyone said anything was when you had started nervously rambling and he yelled as you for it. That was a while ago though.

antag wasn’t nice to you, he didn’t care about you—at least that what you thought—who knew what he actually thought, he was distant and cold, seeing no reason to focus on anything except the possibility of escape, but that hope was long lost. You look up at him, he was standing, you were sitting, you were curled into a ball. Your eyes were sad, pathetic, desperate for anything. You didn’t know what you’d do without him even though he didn’t want you. You assumed he’d rather be stuck in the elevator with a rat. Or your dead body. But maybe there was hope, he hadn’t killed you yet, so that was something