Happy ending? Sorry we aren't in Disney.

My breath rattles out of me, chest aching and muscles stiff.

A thump echoes in my ear, Archer's chest moving up and down below me.

I blink, pushing myself up.

Archer grunts, hands flinching up to my back as he moves his head my way.

He blinks at me before beginning to push himself up with one arm. I move, putting my arm around him and beginning to help.

Once upright, he scoots back. Letting his head fall back to thump against the wall.

I follow, leaning beside him, our shoulders touching.

Movement beside me has my attention fixating on Archer and I turn to him, almost missing the wince that plagues his features before he masks the pain.

"What's wrong?" My eyes swing to his arm, travelling from his shoulder to his hand as he holds it to his body.

He shakes his head. "Nothing."

I narrow my eyes, "Bullshit. Give me your arm."

He scoffs a chuckle, letting his head crash back into the wall once more.

"Leave it, it's fine."

"Archer, show me." I demand, quickly standing and crouching down on his other side.

I see him roll his eyes, but he relents, looking to me.

I gently take his hand, the fingers cold to the touch.

I slightly push down, watching his face. He hardly reacts.

"Is it numb?" I ask as I push down a bit harder with my thumb.

He narrows his eyes, not answering.

I look back at him, unflinching and press more on the area.

"Slightly, I can feel the pressure."

I slowly move my hands up his arm, following the contours of his muscles.

His shirt lifts as I reach his bicep, pushing the fabric out of the way.

I close my eyes as I see the purplish-blue tinge of the bruise. Stark against his skin and the bandage from the previous wound. His arm is stiff, close to his body. I don't try to move it.

I let the shirt fall back, hiding the bruise from sight.

"I'll be fine." He says.

I open my mouth to reply when a noise sounds, a key entering a chamber, turning.

My strength is waning without food to fuel my energy. My muscles aching at the lack of movement I was putting them through.

I stand, putting my back to Archer, ignoring the agony that pains my muscles, watching the door open.

"Holland." He hisses behind me, but I don't move, continuing to shield him.

The door opens and I look up at the man.

Those amber eyes crinkle as he smiles at me, his body stuffed into a pressed suit.

"You're ready I see."

I don't reply.

He tilts his head, looking past me towards Archer as he tries to lift himself off the floor.

He flicks his chin and I move forward, glaring at him.

"You're not going near him."

Dimitri laughs, taunting me as he takes a slow step inside.

"We aren't here for him."

"No!" Archer grunts behind me and I feel the heat of him at my back.

I step back when the man enters, the same three men behind him.

My back slams into Archer's chest and I feel his hand at my spine, curling into the fabric of my top.

He goes to walk around me, and I put my hand out, blocking him.

Dimitri chuckles, "Brave. Unfortunately, that won't help you."

"I don't intend for it to." I murmur back.

"That mouth is going to get you killed one day."

"I intend for it to."

"Holland-" Archer says through gritted teeth, the palm of his hand hot against my back. He clutches my shirt in desperate fingers.

I ignore him, my gaze on the three men who crowd around us.

I don't flinch when one of them grabs me, letting him drag me to his chest.

Archer grunts in pain and my eyes snap to him, the two others slam him into the wall, their hands on his shoulders.

I react, slamming the palm of my hand into my captor's nose. He stumbles back, but he's faster than I expected, his hands snapping out to reach for me again.

I fight against his hold, my hard gaze on Archer and the two others as they grab his injured arm and pull.

A rough shout exits his throat, echoing along the walls.

I pull against the man's arms and my body is slammed into the wall. Head knocking against it.

My eyes flutter but I keep them on Archer as the man holding me presses his body to mine to keep me still.

Archer's face is screwed up in pain, his eyes leaving mine as they pull his arms again.

I flinch when I hear the pop, loud in my ear. My eyes stuck on the spot of his shoulder.

They popped it out again.

"Get off of him." I grind out, pushing against the man who holds me, slapping my palms against his chest.

My head slams back into the wall, a slap echoing as I stumble, knees cracking against the floor.

My hands slap to the floor, knees aching with pain.

"I'm going to fucking kill all of you." Archer rough voice pierces through me.

My eyes stray up to Dimitri as he stalks slowly inside.

He stares down at me, grasping my chin in his hand tightly.

"Are you going to learn how to be a good doll?"

"Fuck you." I whisper the words slowly, glaring up at him.

He bares his teeth in a grin, before looking towards his men.

"Take care of her." He stands up, letting go of my chin harshly and walks out of the room.

The door shuts, darkness enveloping the area, yet I can still make out the three men in the room with us.

Especially the one approaching me.

I crawl back on the ground as he stands over me.

I glare at him, knowing he can't see it in the darkness.

The lights click on, brightness stinging my eyes. I squeeze them shut unintentionally.

"Holland!"

My eyes snap open.

A force slams into my jaw, ears ringing as my head cracks against the pavement.

I feel the man straddle my hips and I try to buck them to get him off.

His dark chuckle snakes along my senses, chills slithering down my skin.

I don't waver my glare, bringing my hands up and pushing against his eyes, thumbs hooking into the sockets.

His head wrenches back, out of reach and he grapples my wrists into his hand, slamming them into the floor above my head.

He drags a finger along my cheek, running over my lips and down my neck.

"I'm going to enjoy this."

I open my mouth and spit at him, watching as his eyes darken. Shadows climbing into his veins.

His fists slams down into my face. Agony clouding my mind until the darkness crawls back in, a blurred scream echoing before silence encompasses me as a foot slams into my stomach over and over again.

• • •

Blood drips from my lips, coating them as I cough.

I push myself from the ground, feeling Archer's hand settle on my back as he helps lift me up into a sitting position, an arm skating around to curl around my waist, hugging me to him.

His lip's split, a bruise forming on his jaw.

"Elle." His voice is hoarse, a hand settling on my neck as he pulls my face gently to his. His eyes roaming my skin, the fire alight in the depths. "I'm sorry, I tried to get to you. They wouldn't stop beating you."

I shake my head, hands coming up to rest on his. My eyes meet his, brown on hazel.

"It's not your fault." I gasp the words out, flicking from the agony of the bruises on my stomach. Archer looks down, hands moving to the injured area, heating me through my shirt.

"I should've done something."

"They were holding you back, Archer. There was nothing you could've done."

He doesn't answer, removing his hand from my face, letting it drop to my neck, lingering softly against my skin.

I lift up my shirt, eyes taking in the bruises that adorn the skin.

Archer hisses, his finger hooking under my shirt, whispering along the skin, eyes finding mine.

"I'm going to kill them."

"I'll join you." I grunt out, pulling my shirt back down.

Exhaustion pulls at my muscles, my eyes stinging.

"Have they said why they're doing this? Why kill agents and people associated with Samael?"

"No but they left food. Not a lot but enough." He points to a plate sitting beside me.

I grab it, bringing the food to my lips, ignoring the taste and coldness of it. Knowing I need the energy.

I finish it quickly, placing the plate back.

Archer moves, and it's the I remember I'm practically straddling him, his arms banded around me.

"We need sleep." I murmur quietly, leaning back, the bruises on my spine making their presence known.

Archer lets me move back before he settles himself against the wall, beckoning me back to him with a hand on my wrist.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, eyes on his.

"Lean on me."

"Why?"

"Well, for starters. I'm probably a lot more comfortable than a wall."

I don't think about it as I lean back, settling in.

His body winces as I settle and I flinch forward again, turning my head to him.

"Your arm."

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt. It's just sensitive."

"Archer."

"I'll be fine." His hands settle on my shoulders, and he moves me back until my back is against his chest.

I ignore him, crawling over to his other side. I repeat what I did last time to pop his shoulder back. Before I finally settle on the floor once again, leaning my head on his uninjured shoulder.

"Holland?" He whispers.

"Hmm." I hum, turning my face to look at him.

"We're going to get out of here, I promise."

I don't answer, letting the silence take over as the darkness descends on the room once more.

• • •

I awake to the same sound as the first night, my body slumped against Archer's.

"Holland." He whispers, the drug evident in his slurred speech.

"We'll be fine." I hush back, my arms heavy as the noise stops and the door opens.

The same three men as before crowd the space, blocking out the light.

They walk forward.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Dimitri taunts, flicking his chin towards me and the two others crowd in.

They grip my arm; over the bruises they've already made and pull me up.

Archer stays slumped against the wall, the drug taking more of an affect than normal.

My head lulls to the side as they drag me out, the door slamming behind me.

I force myself to focus on the route we take once again, counting the turns and instilling them in my memory.

They take me to the same room, except now there is two chairs and a new man awaiting our arrival.

I'm shoved unceremoniously into one, my hands pulled harshly behind my back.

Ropes wrap around my body seconds later. My shoulders screaming at the uncomfortable position they are forced into. The ropes wind like snakes around my body, tightening with my every struggle.

My gaze lingers on the man in front of me, his hulking form swamping the room. His dark eyes watch me, a grin playing on his lips. It's not nice, the sides rolling up to show rotten yellow teeth and bad intentions.

A sneer escapes my lips and pain ricochets from my cheek as a resounding slap follows.

"You'd do well to respect me." The words are spat in my direction, a faint tinge of a Russians accent, but I just can't seem to bring myself to care all that much.

Pity.

"Get on with it." I fight the flinch that wants to rock my body as another slap follows, my cut lip reopening , words wanting to spill forth.

The slam of a door greets me instead.

The man standing in front of me lowers into a crouch, his gaze trailing up and down my figure.

I bite back the words I want to snap his way; he smirks as if he knows what I'm thinking and straightens. Turning his back on me and walking to a duffel bag I hadn't noticed earlier. It rattles as he searches through the contents.

Having found what he was looking for, he turns back around to me, a sadistic smile tainting his features.

"You ready?" He has the sense to ask before approaching me.

At least he has manners.