Ooo okay that sounds good, thank you!

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Ella frowned at the boy's comments, holding eye contact with him. He was a lot more cocky than he had been yesterday, and seemed to be hitting the right points too. She mostly definitely was not in the mood. "Oh yeah you're so lucky that you get me to serve you. You'd rather it was one od the men, huh? Thats a little weird isnt it?" She asked, mocking him though she knew that wasnt what he had said. She was just snapping back this time. The blade was firmly in her clenched hand, and she shuffled it forward a little, a rather flirty but fake smile on her face. "But you're obviously right, I just cant get enough of you. You're clearly so irresistable" she teased, proceding to stand on the hand with the chain around his wirst- which seemed very tight. She hadnt exactly meant to, she just wanted to lean forward and grab his glass of water, but the injuries worked too. Ella stepped back after a couple of seconds and crouched down, dropping crumbs from the floor in his plate of food, the blade in her hand being traced down his leg. "Don'tforget you're the one who essentially killed most of your group. You and your useless father both. Its your fault." She whispered, standing up and dusting her knee down, having knelt when putting the food down. The pain in her side hit her almsot immedaitely, and she found it increasingly difficult to hide the fact the right side of her body was essentially burning.

(Yep!)

Sage had raised an eyebrow in response to the girl's response. It seemed rather snappish....so she was cranky today. At least...more so than the day before. He wodnered why....it wasn't like she had anything to be crabby about. Unlike him. He definitely could complain about some of the things that had been thrown his way. "I dunno, the way you're acting having to bend over I'd say they have a better chance of getting up," he snorted. Of course, he'd expected her to hurt him in some manner or another, but he hadn't expected her to just stand on his hand. It was effective though, and he couldn't quench the hiss of pain that escaped his mouth as his body tensed. He met the girl's gaze after that, eyes flaring angrily in response to her comment. "My father," he hissed. "Is an idiot and a coward," he snapped, not really caring if it showed the man as weak or whatever. "He took the first opportunity to guard the food and supplies rather than lead his people into battle," he spat, clearly angry at his father as well as the girl. And her whole group. But he was frustracted with his father's lack of....wisdom? Balls? Whatever it was, it was driving him nuts. "However, you and the rest of your group didn't have to murder the men who surrendered," he added still as angrily. "They obviously weren't a threat and had no intentions of doing anything but what they were told to do, so they could hopefully go back to their families," he added, hitting the hand with the knife away from his leg, face to face with the girl until she stood up. He remained on the ground, simply becasue if he stayed there, it was clear to her that he wasn't a threat yet. That he would be at some point. But not now.

Ella let out a small chuckle as she stepped backwards again, leaning in the doorway. She had no intion of leaving yet, standing there and hurling insults, albeit weak ones, was far too much fun. "Oh hey woah, I see we have a sensitive topic here." She spoke, holding her hands up in a mock apology. "Someone's clearly a little angry with their daddy." She teased, leaning her head against the wooden frame, though she felt uncofmrtable. It wasnt exactly..clean. Not that she needed to care. She rolled the sleeves of her shirt up a little under the eyebrow, then continued to speak. "You're right about your father being a coward, and clearly not a great leader. Arent groups supposed to be..powerful? Or is it just my fathers?" She asked, looking him in the eye. "Shame he couldnt hack it huh. And I'll correct you on that, I didn't murder a single person." She sighed, proceeding to cross her arms. She was still incredibly frustrated, not in the slightest bit amused, but she couldnt exactly show him that. "Whether they surrendered or not they still planned an attack, if it hadnt have been for my father we would have been in trouble. They've at least gotta pay for that somehow." She spoke, letting out a small sigh whilst she was at it.

Ella wasnt usually this rude to whoever was held hostage, though then again she never usually talked to them this much. They either pleaded for their life or never spoke. This guy was..interesting. He was replying for one thing. "Look I'm sorry to ruin your day and your little run of your ego but i'm going. As irresistable as you are. Try not to mouth off too much to the men when they come down to see you." She said, tearing her gaze away from his to pull the door shut.

Sage probably could have controlled his temper a bit better....but in all honesty he figured he deserved to be able to just snap at the girl. After all, she'd blidfolded him, dragged him across half a forest, locked him in some sort of cell with a corpse, chained him to the wall using rusty and much too tight chains, and had kept mocking him...all in a rather rough fashion. He was tired, and hungry, and upset....so he figured he was well past his snapping point. She was still talking though....and he honestly had stopped listening to anything but the range pounding through his blood. "You'd best watch your back, girl," he finally growled, forgetting the fact that he wasn't supposed to seem threatening. Because he was...the cockyness was just hiding the fact that he very well could kill her, and her damned father too. But she'd mocked him and his father too much by now. She'd left soon enough, and he flopped back against the wall with a scowl, closing his eyes anf forcing himself to calm down. Rein his temper in, if you will. He took a deep breath after a bit, looking over at the plate and wrinkling his nose. It looked terrible, and smelled even worse but....he did know he needed to eat, so he shoved it down it face, fighting his urge to throw it all back up. The water was much better...though the girl had gotten most of it on his shirt, which was annoying. He was still desperatly thirsty after he drained the cup, but tossed it to the side with a sigh, determined not to show any kind of weakness, like his little outburst, again. He had worse things to worry about. Namely...the men she'd said would visit him later. No doubt it would be to try and torture information out of him. Well, they wouldn't get anything. He had already settled on that.

Usually, the threatas coming from hostages wouldnt bother Ella much at all. She had gotten used to it, of course they were angry. She wou;d be too, being tied up and forced to answer questions, mocked and tortured. Bt thw fact the boy had sounded so composed since he was bought here and then snapped the way he did made Ella a little..nervous. Even so, she shook it off quickly, joining her father indoors to speak to him.

Meanwhile, two bald men with rather large swords had made their way down into the chambers, a board carried between them. Ad they entered, at first they ignored the boy, hauling the body onto the board and strapping it down with a cloth and rope. They seemed focused on their task, clearing up the blood, opening the tiny window, it seemed as if they hadnt seen the boy there at all. But, as they both stood up from tying the straps, they made no attempt to move the corpse, and focused their attention on him, the swords firmly in hand. They started off mocking him- his appearance, family, injuries, the whole "you couldnt fight off a girl" but then stopped, seemingly serious. Then, bought up his father. "Where's your dad, eh? Did he make it back to your camp? Do you have a permenant one? Where is it?" All the questions were fired at him, one of the swords being held firmly to his neck.

Sage certainly hoped he'd made the girl squirm, at least a little bit. Of course, he was fully confident in his ability to freak people out, but she wasn't exactly.....normal? If that was the right word. Either way, he did feel a glimmer of satisfaction knowing that he'd unnerved her even a little bit.

He had rested for a while after eating, as the...whatever that was....hadn't done much for him at all, and there was barely any water in the cup. Plus, he was still tired. So when the men came down into the room, he opened an eye to watch them briefly before closing them again. He could feel his face burning as they turned their attention to him, though he kept his eyes closed and muttered "can't you come up with any smarter than that," in response to all their comments. He opened his eyes when they brought up the things they really wanted to know, though only to give them a bored look. "My dad is residing in Fuck You Land, and the camp is permanently in the town of Piss Off," he snorted, knowing the answers would cost him dearly, but he didn't quite care. He was more stubborn than they were, and they weren't getting any information from him. No matter how much they hurt him. So, despite the swords and the threats, he kept himself collected, even though he knew what was coming.

The boy's answers had clearly made both men a lot more angry than they had planned on being with him, and they both looked at each other with a smile. "He thinks he's smart," One of them said, turning back to look at the boy. "You think yu're smart, dont you" He carried on, essentially booting him in the chest with his fist, his punch hard. He knew where to hit, the blood was giving it all away. The other man roughly grabbed the boy with both arms and jerked him up, shoving him against the post he was once sitting against. "I'll ask you again, where is your father." He hissed, placing the sword from his neck to his chest. "I see you have a little injury here? Should we take a look?" He asked, turning to his friend. At the look of the nod he pretty much ripped the shirt up, his eyes trailing along the blood path. He placed his sword flat down on the wound, digging the metal in and watching the sharp edge slowly turn red. "And where is your camp?" He asked, again, watching as the other man stood, simply with his arms crossed.

Sage had known a hit was coming, though the punch pretty much knocked him off his feet right away. It also knocked the breath out of him, too, with a grunt. He did his best to control his breathing as he was grabbed by the other man, shoved roughly against the post, head ringing. "I told you everything you're going to get, jackass," he half wheezed, glaring at the man who's sword was currently digging into his already in pain chest. He was already getting dizzy though, and everything they were doing hurt like hell. They knew what to do...where to hit, how to scare people into giving them information. No doubt they were good at their job. But he didn't really care....he'd told them that was all they were getting, and he meant it. Of course, now he wouldn't have a shirt either, and the nights would get cold. So that was another worry beginning to cloud his mind. He tried to focus on the issue at hand....or, two issues he supposed since there were two of them, but whatever. No doubt the girl would be pleased to see him later...she seemed like she'd be at least somewhat happy he was getting his ass kicked down here. He was half surprised she wasn't helping these two. The thought was slightly amusing, despite his circumstances.

The two men had taken their time to deliver some significantly bad blows to the boys body, targeting where he already had wounds from the attack earlier. The stronger looking one had kept hold of his shoulders the whole time, his fingers digging into under his collarbone alarmingly fast. The other man was beginning to get tired of not getting the answer he wanted, and it was clear he was geinning to get quite bored too. In the end, he stepped away from the hostage, turning to his friend. "We best go." He muttered, to which the stronger guy roughly let go of the boy, making his way over to the board with the corpse on. The other man did the same, but not before whipping the boy's knee's rather hard witht he thick metal chain clipped too him. Eventually, they had left.

Throughout the torture that was going on, Ella had been ordered by one of her fathers friends to take another hostage down with the boy, someone from a small, unknown group. No doubt he would be killed in a matter of hours or so. She dragged him down, ignoring his cries as he was thrown across the floor. It was clear he was too weak to fight, and she simply left him in the corner where the body had been, bleeding out rather badly. Before she left she turned to look at the boy, her gaze travelling up and down. She had completely forgotten to shut the door behind her, or the one at the top of the stairs. Still, he was chained in. "Rough day?" She teased, cocking her head with mock innocence. "I've bought a friend down to keep you company." She added, leaning against the pole next to him whilst she contemplated whether to go straight back up or not.

Sage was beginning to get tired of the two men by the time they had left. He'd kept himself from answering their questions, despite the significant pain that was rolling through his body, even after they had left. Man, this sucked. The man holding him had broken the collarbone he'd had a firm grip on, and the other man had at least fractured his ribs. Hopefully, they weren't broken and sharp, or his lungs and stomach would suffer as well. He'd collapsed once the men had let go of him, entire body seemingly on fire as he lay there, breath rattling in his chest and throat. Despite all that, he felt his normal cocky smile on his face as he thought about how much he'd angered those men. And they had no more information than they started off with. They wouldn't get any more, either. His vision was blurry...no doubt he'd developed a nasty concussion....but he could still recognize the girl when she drug the other boy in. He let out a sort of snort in response to her comment. "Maybe for your men. They didn't learn anything despite all her frantic efforts," he mused, voice quiet but strong enough. "Oh, but what do I need him for when I have you down here night and day," he noted sarcastically, rolling the eye that wasn't swollen shut. He was still laying on the ground, but in a position that indicated boredom rather than pain. She'd know he was hurting, of course, but he didn't need to show it.