"Shut up you whingy pirck." Ella mumbled, staring at the boy as he spoke to her. His words were clearly designed to get under her skin, and that was in fact working. She took the blindfold that was handed to her slowly, staring down at it. Did she really have to..touch him? With a large sigh she reached forward, keeping her firm grip on his arm as she tied it, rather tightly around his eyes, poking the bottom to make sure he couldnt see. Then, she re grabbed his upper arm, the blade in her other hand. "Now I'm aware you might be a little frustrated and therefore very cocky, but dont forget who's failed here today. You guys, not us." She spoke, jerking his arm forward as she started to walk. "I'm sorry daddy isn't here to stitch up your little wounds though. What are you doing in battle if you cant handle a couple nicks and scratches though? You'll be fine." She added, pretending to sound sad for him though it was clear how much she was mocking him. One of the men, who had come back to keep an eye on them let out a little chuckle, his hand placed in front of him as if he was secuirty. Well right now, technically, he was. Ella had pointed out how he should be dealing with his injuriesthough it was very clear she was struggling to deal with her own- and the boy had definitely got it worse.

They continued to walk, reaching the edge of the forest which took some time. It was silent, the only sound being their feet and the leaves slapping against each other. The edge was where she had been attacked last time. "You're quite important are you? The heir or something? You're quite scrawny for someone who's meant to be running a group when your fathers dropped dead. Or whats left of the group anyway." Ella continued, smiling though the boy hopefully couldnt see a thing.

Sage had simply snickered when the girl started grumbling, a satisfied glint showing in his eyes. Of course, he threw the guy who had showed up with the blindfold a venomus look...if they wanted him to get to their camp alive, he figured he should either get his eye or his hands. Neither of which he had once the girl hed looped the fabric over his face. He'd hoped she would have been careless enough to tie it so that he could peek through the bottom of the fabric, at least to see where his feet where going...though he didn't get that lucky. He wrinkled his nose slightly when he felt her hands poking at his face, though he made no move to fight it. He was biding his time, as much as he hated it at the moment.

Hot blood pounded through his body when she mentioned they were the ones that had failed. That he had failed. She hadn't said that directly....but he was blaming himself anyway. Though, he kept his mask of the cool, collected mafia heir on his face, even if half of it was covered up. "Who says we failed," he mused with a shrug. Though her next comment caused him to grit his teeth together, muscles in his jaw jumping as he did so. "For someone who looked downright terrified to come near a tied up prisoner, I could say the same thing to you," he shot back, stumbling over a root for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the past few minutes.

When she spoke up again, he grunted. "I might be, I might not be," he noted with a shrug. Of course, the last part earned a slight growl from him. "Our spies gave us the wrong information," he replied smoothly. "They will be punished after this," he added with a creless shrug. "They're probably being punished now. If they're not dead already." The smugness of her voice really wasn't helping him calm down....and honestly, he was tired. He was definitely panting by then, and he wasn't sure how long they would be walking for. He hoped not incredibly long...his head and chest hurt, and he was rather sore. He supposed that happened from betting tackled the way he'd been tackled....he probably had a nice concussion....but he wasn't about to admit that to the girl. Or anyone, for that matter.

Ella let out a small laugh at the boys first comment, kicking up the sticks underfoot. "I'd tell you to take a look around and see if you see your future group but..you cant." He said, her smile changing to a small frown at his further comments. At the mention of her being "terrified" to approach him she nearly snapped, though her father had always told her to keep it calm. No matter what was directed towards her. "I'd just rather not catch any diseases." She said, turning a sharp corner, the pain in her waist throbbing. She grunted slightly, swearing under her breath before carrying on speaking, catching the eye of the guard behind her who was frowning. Clearly, they needed to hurry up. "You should have gotten better spies then huh? After all, you're the heir, this whole thing is as much your fault as it is your dumb fathers." She sighed, struggling to carry on talking. The walk was long, she was boring and incredibly dehydrated. Soon enough though, they were out the forest and heading on the path down towards the camp. Ella listened as the guards told her to carry on, and he quickly dipped somewhere, leaving the two by themselves. She carried on pulling the boy further towards the camp, listening tot he voices. Shouting, singing, it was almost as if mass murder hadnt just been commited by most of them. Once they were safely through the gate and she had a couple nods from the guards, she let go of the boy. It wasnt up to her where he was taken, or if she was even allowed to place him somewhere. "Stay there." She mumbled, shoving him against a hard bark tree, in the eyes of a few tall bald men who were smiling and pointing at him.

Sage felt his jaw clench again when the girl mocked him....the bantering and such was one thing, but downright mocking him was another. Of course, he supposed he'd have to get used to it, if he was being brought into their camp. He snorted when she mentioned the diseases part of it though, finding that a rather lame way to say something back. Of course, he'd stumbled over another stick with a sort of annoyed growl...he could have sworn the girl was purposely running him into things and sticking things in his path for him to trip over. He supposed he was lucky enough to have good balance ....he hadn't fallen over yet, thank goodness. "I didn't hire them," he noted with a shrug. "and my father makes it clear what happens if you mess up," he added.

They'd made it to the camp by then, from what he could tell...and he let out a pained grunt when he was shoved against the tree trunk. He'd scowled by then, and probably would've moved to do... something, but he felt another sword press against his neck in a moment, a couple of men grabbing him and dragging him to the side, tying each hand to a different tree. Well, there went the option of untying himself in the night and such. They left one man there, a sword to his neck, but now he was kneeling there, so it wasn't like he was going anywhere. He could hear people laughing about him and his situation and his group and all that, so he shifted slightly so he was sitting, and not kneeling, head high even with the sword there.

Ella was quite nervous, having left the boy just against a tree. She hadn't told anyone to keep an eye on him, and though he was tied up and blindfolded, he seemed..sneaky. Not that he would be able to slip out of the camp unnoticed. After she had asked her father where to put him and had received an answer- and a long lecture in with it, she made her way back to him, staring down at the fact he was sitting. That was odd, most men told hostages to kneel, at least. She waved the swords off away from their neck, pulling her blade back out just incase. "Get up." She mumbled again, grabbing his arm. As she did so she stumbled a little, the blade pressing quite hard into his upper arm. She didn't apologisethough it was an accident, but then again she didnt care. She's carve out a shape if she was told too.

After what seemed like ages, again, of the boy standing up, she bought him to a rusty wooden door around the back of wooden building, hauling it open. There were a few steps in front of them, and Ella turned to look at the boy with a smile. "Be careful." She said, rather amused, and placed a handon his back, shoving him down into what could only be described as something out of the chambers in the tower of london. "You can stay here. Don't mind the body, it'll be taken out tomorrow." She explained, ripping his blindfold off rather forcefully, gesturing towards the body in the very corner of the room. He had died of starvation. "Make this easier for yourself and dont fight. We wont hurt you." She smiled, the blade from her weapon carefully touching his skin.

Sage was content to just sit there for a while. Well...maybe content was the wrong word, but it had allowed him to catch his breath and listen to some more of the conversations that were near him. Of course, when he heard the girl's voice again, he rolled his eyes, though she couldn't see him and grunted. "Someone's in a bad mood," he drawled as he slowly rose to his feet again. "Miss breakfast, did we," he mocked, lips curling into a sort of cruel grin. Of course, when her blade dug into his arm, it turned into a sort of almost snarl looking thing....it had hurt more than he'd let on, but he didn't appreciate the harshness of the blade either.

He followed the girl to....wherever she was bringing him though. Based on the scent, it was some sort of wooden or brick place...no doubt a form of dungeon. He scowled at her warning, then pretty much fell down all of the stairs when she pushed him, growling slightly, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He didn't fall though, which he was grateful for. He was less grateful for the smell....someone had clearly died down here a few days ago. "Yeah, someone had a bad day," he mused, eyes tightening in pain when she took the blindfold off and grunted in response to her comments. "At least he won't talk back," he snorted, giving her a cocky grin. "Me? Fight? Never," he chirped in a rather sarcastic manner. Really just being a prick to her, in all honesty. Keeping what dignity he had.

The boy's constant "Had a bad day" comments were most definitely beginning to get under her skin. They irked her. He was mocking her. She huffed in reply, kicking up the damn stones underfoot. It was only okay when she did it. Once he was put not so safely into the chamber Ella loosened up a little, knowing he at least wouldnt be able to escape now. Well, yet at least. She made her way across the room to check the windows, to see if they were still barred- they were, and back towards the doorway, standing in her own silhouette. "To be honest you dont look like you could fight. You seem too..brittle. You look like you'd snap in half if someone accidentally fell into you." She said, making a point of staring him up and down...over and over again. "And for your information I actually didnt miss breakast, I had quite a good one actually! You'll be lucky if you even get fed." She said, portraying a "sweet" smile on her face. It was clearly fake.

Ella was about to turn round and leave when she had a sudden thought, making her swivel back round. Sure, he didnt look like he could fight. but he sure as hell did look witty, not that she would admit that. If he escaped, her dad would kill her. Probably throw her down into the chamber instead. She picked up the metal chain that was splayed on the floor by the body,, having clearly been cut off his wrists. It was covered in blood, some a little fresh and she winced whe n she spotted the red on her hands. Nevertheless she carried it, clipping it onto his left wrist carelessley, watching as she caught the skin. It was only one hand, but as it was locked into place you could see it was a strong chain, it would hold him. Once she was done she stood back up, staring down at him. "I'll see you tomorrow." She said, wiping the blood from her hands roughly on his cheek, her hair dangling in his face, before leaving and remembering to shut all the locks as she did so.

Sage had taken the few moments once the blindfold was off to examine his surroundings in a seemingly unbothered way. He could have turned and ran, but his hands were still bound, and he'd probably just get caught the moment he left the room. So, he didn't think it would be the best option. Though, he felt heat twinge his face when he noted the girl looking him up and down. 'well neither do you," he snorted. Then, he wrinkled his nose slightly. "I'll have to disagree with you there since that happened, and I'm perfectly fine," he added with a careless shrug. At her next comment though, he gave her a cocky grin. "They'll feed me. They need me alive," he reminded her. Maybe he wouldn't get much.....but they wouldn't let him starve to death. Was he nervous? Yes. Absolutely. In all honesty, he was in a very bad situation and was terrified about it. Was he going to tell her that? Absolutely not.

When she moved to grab the chain, he eyed it warily. That could be an issue. He couldn't help but win e slightly when she clamped it around his wrist....it was much too tight. It was meant for someone who'd been starved, not his very normal sized arm. Complaining wasn't going to do him much good though, so he stayed quiet. "Oh good, so you can't manage to keep yourself from me already," he drawled, using his free hand to wave as the girl left.

Once she was gone, he let out a heavy sigh, brows furrowing as he looked around again. He eyes the corpse warily....no one he knew. Good. But still...was he going to end up like that? It was quite possible. They needed him alive...but he could be barely alive. And once they were done with him he would probably be killed in a not so great fashion. He slumped against the wall with a sigh, sliding down it to sit down tiredly. It was dark now, and he couldn't see much...but there was no way he could sleep. He was in a decent bit of pain...his chest was still slowly bleeding. And his wrist would definitely be rubbed raw soon. His nerves were going to. However, he did close his eyes and attempted to rest, knowing he'd need everything he could get.

Ella just shot a cold glare in the boys direction before she left, making her way up the few stares. A couple conversations with her father and Artemis passed before she made her way to her bed, grateful to be able to lie down. She washed, changed and got in, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

That next morning had been pretty laid back for Ella. She got up when she felt like it, simply had fruit for breakfast and tended to some injured people from her group. It was somewhat quite sunny though not warm, and she spent most of her morning lying outside on the grass with a couple of her friends, making up quite harsh jokes about the hostages, and trying to "guess their home scenarios" to pass time. As much as she wished that would last all day though, it didn't. The weather turned from sunny to a little stormy within a couple hours, and peope were forced to head inside. Ella however, was forced to go and take food, unrecognisable food, down to the boy herself- her father was under the impression she could form some sort of "bond" with him. That of course, wouldnt happen. She took the plate of mashed unrecognisable food and a cup of water down to him, spilling about half of it all over him She didnt say anything when she set it down next to him, scanning his chest. It was covered in blood.

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how do you think they should get seperated from the groups? just so i know what to write when it comes to it :)

Sage had stayed awake most of the night, as he'd expected. He'd slipped off for a small amount of time, but the squeak of rats finding the corpse next to him woke him after maybe an hour or so. After that, he was wide awake for the rest of the night. Or morning....whichever it was at that point. Someone came in early the next morning to remove the corpse...which he was admittedly quite thankful for. Once it was gone, he found he could relax a little while longer, though he opened his eyes when the door open, groaning internally when he saw the girl there. "Back for more," he'd teased, though recoiled slightly when she practically dumped the water on him. He shot her a venemous glare, lips pinching together slightly. Though, it was only for a moment before he gave her his normal cocky grin. "So even though I'm the one locked up you're still serving me, huh," he mocked, eyes glittering as he stared the girl down. Maybe it was a bit much....she'd never been given an instruction not to hurt him, as far as he knew. But the satisfaction of saying it was worth it.

(I was thinking maybe she's down in here with Sage when the other group attacks? And the only reason they're alright is bc they're inside the building? I was gonna give it a few days though, so Sage is pretty well out of it so they both actually need to rely on each other to survive lol. She'll be hurt and he'll practically be starved and tortured by then lol)