Connor flopped to the ground almost comically as soon as the door opened. Their eyes widened as they watched the man being tugged to his feet. "Oh boy," they muttered nervously
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Clare watched, feeling the need to say something about this. But she didn’t, and the man was dragged from the room. “We are so fucked.”
"Oh yeah. Fucked. Fuckity fucked. Fuckaroo," Connor said as they watched the man get dragged away. "Who knows, maybe our deaths will be painless. Getting stabbed in the brain is supposed to not hurt."
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Clare could hear grunting and thumping from up above them, her head tilted up to look at the ceiling as she listened with a grimace. “I really doubt that it will be quick and painless,” she grumbled.
Connor's eyes widened at the sounds. "Okay, that's it. I'm getting the fuck out of here," they said before stretching their leg out to try and knock the bottle from before over
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“Come on, you can reach it,” Clare encouraged, watching Connor reach for the bottle. She continued to listen, grimacing when there was a noise of pain.
Connor shuffled forward, and they finally managed to knock the bottle over. They shuffled back as it broke, making sure they didn't get impaled by any stray pieces of glass. "Okay, got it. Now I just gotta…get the glass," they mumbled as they began to try and nudge the largest piece towards them
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“Don’t cut yourself or some shit,” Clare hummed, watching Connor closely.
"I'm not a dumbass, man," Connor said with a roll of their eyes. They managed to nudge the piece of glass close enough to drag it to them their foot. They crouched down, doing their best to grab the glass in their hands
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Clare chuckled, watching Connor mess with the glass. “Jesus, don’t hurt yourself,” she laughed.
"Oh, shut it. I might be clumsy, but I'm not going to fucking stab myself," Connor said with a roll of their eyes. They shifted the glass until they had the biggest edge pressed against the ropes
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“Yeah yeah. Alright, come on, you can do it,” Clare said. The noises up above stopped, and she looked back up.
Connor froze up at the sound of the noises stopping. They quickly began to cut at the rope, doing their best to do so discretely in case someone came down again
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Clare heard footsteps approaching again, and her eyes widened. “Fuck, fuck, come on- hurry!” She exclaimed quietly, glancing over to the door, then to Connor.
"I'm hurrying!" Connor hissed quietly. They felt something give way, and a second later they had cut through the ropes. Though when they saw the shadows of someone approaching, they kept their hands behind their back to make it look like they were still bound
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Clare raised her brows expectantly at Connor before her head snapped over to the door. It opened, and the same man from before was drug in and tied up again. He looked worse than before, somehow.
Connor's eyes widened at how beat up the guy looked. "Welp. We're fucked," they said almost nonchalantly. They kept careful watch over the people dragging the man around though, just in case they came over to them or Clare
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The men who brought the man in left after a moment, and Clare let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “Oh fuck me, you’re right,” she mumbled, looking at the beat up guy.
"Yep, fuck this shit," Connor said before standing up. They walked over to Clare, crouching down as they began to quickly cut through her ropes. She would do the man later, if she got the chance
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Clare rubbed at her wrists once they were free and hopped to her feet. “Jesus, lets get the fuck outta’ here,” she said.
"Yep, nope, fuck this shit," Connor said quickly. They had all but forgotten the injured man in the room, and they quickly began to make their way towards the stairs
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“Hey, hold on a minute. Shouldn’t we help him?” Clare asked, gesturing to the man. He seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness, giving a groan every once in a while.
Connor stopped and turned to look at him. "Fuck, shit, yeah, should probably help him," they said quickly. They ran back over to the man, grabbing the glass piece and quickly beginning to cut through the rope
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Clare knelt down beside the guy, looking a bit awkward in that position considering her left knee could not physically bend all the way, making her unable to crouch. “Hey, are you okay?” She said, repeating it when he didn’t answer.
"Dude, he's probably concussed or some shit. He's lucky to be alive from the looks of those injuries," Connor said as he cut through the ropes. Many of their family was in the medical field, so they had a decent amount of secondhand knowledge on wounds and such
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“Should we help him get out of here? He obviously can’t leave on his own,” Clare pointed out, looking back and forth between Connor and the man.
Connor pursed their lips in thought. "The logical thing to do would be to escape first and then come back with reinforcements. But judging by how they treated him and how messed up he is, he probably won't last long enough for reinforcements."
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“You’re right. Hey, hey, what’s your name?” Clare asked, but she got no answer. She huffed, frowning softly at the man.
Connor squinted at him. They propped his head up with one hand before beginning to tap the man's cheek with the other. "Hey, hey, can you hear me?" they asked
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“He looks like he’s out cold,” Clare said, hesitantly reaching up to feel the side of the man’s neck. “They must have fucked him up good.”