#;Sada7

[ashton-ryder]

// int. ashton's cell, unknown room - day. 8th april. @sadavang

Ashton felt the cold steel locked around his wrists, heavy metal around his ankles as well and the moment his was left alone in the cold dark room, he tugged at the restraints, feeling the resistance from behind him to the wall, enough slack to move around the room. Instincts kicked in, Ash having been in situations like this more than he wished he had, and eyes darted around trying to find something, anything he could use, have leverage, anything to get out. But there wasn't a desperation to his subtle actions yet, knowing he needed to bide his time, Sada can't be far away once Devan left the room, likely to call for her here.

Instead, he simply stood in place, feet grounded as his hands by his side tried to touch the rim of the chain locks, immediately dropping any form of action the moment he could hear feet shuffling outside the door. a turn of a few locks, a swing of the door, and ding dong the bitch is here. Ashton only looked up to challenge her gaze straight once, jaw clenched and deep blues glaring coldly to the woman now stood in front of him. "..I find it hard to believe you had these just lying around all this time."

[michaeljantze]

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[ashton-ryder]

"You? Not cleaning up after your own mess? Say it ain't so," Ashton scoffed with a grimace at her attempt. He knows the words she always uses against him. Except he used to be able to walk away from them. Let it roll off his back and get on with his life. Mustry crustry chains says otherwise now. "That's because humane isn't in your vocabulary." He knew silence was the answer to everything she was trying to do, but Ash was annoyed, frustrated, if this was how he ends why the fuck not talk back?

He felt the sharp sting across his cheek, head thrown to a side while the rest of his stance stood solid. Sudden it felt like a replay of him stuck in a different cell, from a different time. Yet people like her were all the same. He only winced slightly not from the old friend of pain, but from the words she spat at him. That had to be recent. Ash got sloppy with his glances and actions with Jer. He had always avoided being near him with her around. And his mind goes to having softly held Jeremiah as she made her entrance in that very same morning. Suddenly he realized that his crime to be locked up here hadn't been about anything else but that.

He stayed quiet this time even as she spat on him, because this was about Jeremiah. And he steadied his emotions to stonewall them, lock them away, Sada didn't deserve getting to see a single ounce of emotion for her own enjoyment. He let her go on her little speech of intimidation, wiping off the spit from his face and a flick of his wrist, chains rattled lightly, as if he hasn't met with the devil of death more than enough times, so far they didn't even take him when he tried. "What did I do wrong, then?" A simple question to answer. He would always choose her. Isn't that enough? It broke his heart to do his best to accept that even if he didn't want to. Who was Ashton to him? Nothing, compared to her. JP's answer to that same question a week ago suddenly didn't seem so convincing anymore. Fucking family, huh? All he did was love him, and asked nothing in return. He didn't think he deserved to ask for anything.

"Oooh, snarky." Crinkling her nose at him, she gave a little chuckle, turning to face him just tantalizingly out of reach of him and his chains. "I must say, they look far less sexy on you as they did on him. I do wonder if I remembered to wash the semen off last time. Oh well." A mental image for him to chew on while those chains rested heavy on his wrists.

"I always thought that was funny. Rights for a prisoner of your enemy. Always sounded so weak to me." Brushing a finger over the window sill, she rubbed the dust that ended up on them between her finger and thumb before turning around without warning to close that space with a step and wound up back handing.

"I've seen how you look at him, you know? Disgusting." Spitting directly toward his face Sada shook her head at him, once more stepping out of reach and fixing a fallen lock of hair. "You're going to wish for death when I'm done with you, Ashton Ryder... because even Death is too good for you. There is no Geneva Convention here and what you failed to realize from the start, Ashton. When the world goes to hell, the devils take over."

[ashton-ryder]

"Sorry I didn't exactly pay attention to useless things while finding someone you killed, not really a chains and whip guy," there was still some snark and life in his words, a little fight and challenge. Something about knowing she's locked in here with him, if he just had enough reach.. He stopped his instinctual deadly train of thought for survival, kill or be killed, even if he killed her now, then what? Jer puts a bullet in his head, he guessed that nothing between them mattered enough to even cause Jer pause to shoot if Ash did that. Guess it was be killed or be killed either way. But fuck, it was tempting.

Sada's confinement punishment for negligent murder was child's play compared to whatever shit she's pulling on them right now. From his peripheral, he noticed the door closing, locking, counting the type and number of locks in his head. "I think prisoners of war have more rights than this." At least as a POW, he'd know his rights in humanitarian laws of war (not that it was always respected, but still). Laws just didn't exist here for him. "Well? Looked enough yet?"

"Well then, you truly don't know anything about the things I do. I'm surprised you don't recognize those chains... considering you were the one who helped take them off of Hawthorn, weren't you?" Sure she needed to say little more than to inflict at least a minor, petty amount of psychological torture, Sada stepped into the room and let the door close behind her, the lock turning from the other side.

Despite her lack of make up and the bandage across one cheek she stood immaculately poised and groomed once more, changed from scarlet to inky jet black silk (that draped comfortably over her and allowed for a wide range of movement), dripping in her usual amount of expensive jewelry.

Despite her casual tone, the lightness to it was dangerous like lava simmering below the surface, the sound of her heels muffled as they cut dents into the laminate planks. "This is a good look for you, Ryder. You do make a rather striking prisoner of war, I'll give you that."