Little (T.S.T) + (T.D.C)

Chapter 9:
>Punishment<
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"Fine. But we're tying her ropes extra tight," the woman said to the man.

They tied the ropes around her ankles, not kidding about making sure they were pulled as taut as possible. Darcy was busy thinking of some witty remark but decided against using it.

Everyone else was soon tied up and the people left them.

They hung in silence, but after a while, Minho spoke.

"Great plan, Thomas. Really working out for us."

"Just hang in there, Minho" said Darcy.

Everyone groaned.

"Hey, that's the best you're gonna get when all the blood is rushing to my head. Thomas, you can think of it as punishment."

Everyone ignored that one, but Darcy smiled to herself.

The door opened and in walked the man who had sent them there in the first place- the one who had questioned them.

"Enjoying the view?"

"What the hell do you want?"

"That is the question. My men want to sell you back to W.I.C.K.E.D. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that. Something tells me you're not like that either."

"Is the blood rushing to my head, or is this shank not making any sense?" asked Minho.

"Tell me what you know about the Right Arm."

"I thought you said they were ghosts," said Thomas.

"I happen to believe in ghosts. Especially when I hear them chattering on the airwaves. You tell me what you know and maybe we can make a deal."

"We don't know much."

The man walked over to a lever and pulled it, making everyone who was hung by a rope drop suddenly. They all screamed as their stomachs lurched.

"You know, if this wasn't a thing that could lead me to my death, I'd ask to do that again," said Darcy.

The man put his hand back on the lever and looked at her with his eyebrows raised.

"Hey! I said if it couldn't lead me to my death. And it could. So back away from that thing."

She thought she could see the corners of his mouth twitch up slightly, but his mouth was back in the same scowl a second later, so she couldn't be sure whether or not she imagined it.

Darcy was still spinning slightly, so when she was facing the other way, she saw Minho giving her an incredulous look.

"What?" she mouthed.

He just shook his head in disbelief at her.

"-- all we know," she heard Thomas finish.

"Yo, Jorge. What's going on?" said a new man who had just walked in.

"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted. We're done now."

"Hey, wait!" cried Thomas. "You're not gonna help us?"

"Don't worry, hermano. We'll get you back to where you belong. Hang tight."

And with that, he turned and left.

Many moments passed in silence when someone finally spoke.

"There has to be a way out of this," said Teresa.

"Wanna say something helpful?" Minho snapped at her.

"The only way to get out from this is that lever over there," said Thomas, pointing to the lever.

"Who's the closest to it?" asked Fry.

"I am," answered Teresa.

"Anyone able to reach Teresa?" asked Darcy.

"Minho probably could," said Teresa. "Why?"

"Could he give you a push over to it?"

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Teresa missed for the 3rd time. Everyone was manoeuvring their way around, trying not to bump into each other as they swung by. Not that it was easy when you were tied upside down by your ankles above a pit of creepy humans who wanted to eat you.

Minho grabbed Teresa by the waist for the 4th time and pushed in the direction of the lever again.

This time, she managed to get a grip on the iron bars. She got herself loose from the ropes and managed to grab a stick to pull Newt over to the edge and untie his ropes. Where the stick came from, Darcy had no clue. Then Newt helped her get Minho and Thomas.

Thomas held out the stick for Darcy to grab onto. She took it and he pulled her in and untied her ropes. They were just finishing untying Fry's ropes when the sound of a helicopter and a loud voice made them freeze.

"Good evening! This is the World in Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department. We have your compound completely surrounded. You find yourselves, through no fault of your own... in possession of W.I.C.K.E.D property. Return them to us unharmed and we'll consider this a misunderstanding."

Under his breath, Minho muttered, "Janson."

*A/N: okay sorry this is so short but I haven't published a chapter in ages so I thought better a small chapter than no chapter🤷‍♀️

update: ^^pls why did i speak like that, i hate it here 💀*