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"Nothing like a man with a ready pair of handcuffs." (Y/n) joked, as Hector placed the shackles on her wrists. Hector slowly licking his lips, as he looked at her.

"You never know when you might need them..........." The big man countered, caging her between his arms as her back once more hit the wall.

"That's very true..............I myself hate getting caught without my toys." She replied. The innuendo not escaping the henchman. Hector wondering what other kinds of toys that she liked to use. The look in her eyes making it obvious that she wasn't referring to guns or knives.

"So.......bath.......?" Hector shaking the lurid thoughts from his mind at her words, before he took her arm in his hand and led her towards the door. The big man knocking, seeming to become impatient as the person on the other side took longer than he liked to open the door. Hector growling at the odd appearing, bald headed, tattooed creature that looked between the two of them, as Vilain's right hand man, led her from the room.

As soon as she was taken from her little room, (Y/n)'s eyes began to notice everything around her. It obvious that where she was being held, was just a small part of a much larger building; one that had seen better days, yet in its prime, would have been quite beautiful. The former intelligence operative counting the men that she could see, as Hector escorted her along a corridor, and out into an open area where the Sang had come to congregate. The men not the only ones that seemed to be enjoying the evening, as each appeared to have a woman draped around them; all of them stopping what they were doing and looking over to her, talking in hushed tones, as the dark-haired man with her, moved her over to the stairs.

"When you're finished with her. I will have a go........" One of the men called out in broken English, as he stood up and let the woman that had been on his lap, fall to the floor. The others around him laughing until something went whizzing across the room and landed in his chest. The man staring, wide eyed down at the knife that was lodged in his torso, before he dropped to the floor.

"Anyone else want to say anything...........?" Hector hissed. The others just going back to what they had been doing. The woman that had previously been on the dead man's lap, getting to her feet, before kicking the deceased goon in the stomach, then making her way to the makeshift bar. (Y/n) having to wonder if such things were a regular occurrence, given the people's reactions......or should that be, lack of one. Two men finally moving to remove the body from the room. Hector's leading, now turning into him taking the chain between her cuffs and dragging her up the long flight of stairs. Not stopping pulling her, until they found themselves outside a door. Hector shoving open the ingress, before pushing her inside the room beyond.

"That's one way of dealing with people that say things you don't like. You keep that up, and your boss will have to find himself some more braindead thugs." (Y/n) finally said, as Hector locked the door behind them. The female Expendable able to tell from his stiff frame, that he was pissed. That, and the dead guy with a big knife sticking out of his chest, sort of gave it away. Her comment just receiving an annoyed huff in reply.

"I thought you wanted a bath.........." Hector eventually replied, as he turned to look at her, pointing at another room to her side, without a door.

"Well, its more that you said I needed a bath, as I had blood in my hair. Though it is difficult to undress when I am cuffed, never mind bathe properly." She told him, holding out her arms and shaking the shackles. Hector making his way over to her, and carefully removing the manacles. The henchman once more rubbing her inflamed wrists. (Y/n) aware that when she did get into the bath, the flesh that had already been rubbed raw by the rope, was going to sting, badly.

"I'm sorry you had to see that..........." Her brows furrowing at the comment. His flip flop of emotions quite astounding. Hector going from killing someone for saying something that he didn't appreciate, to being somewhat of a gentle soul, in the matter of mere moments.

"I've seen worse. To many times, if truth be told........" (Y/n) replied, as she slowly pulled away her arms, before making her way over to the other room.

"So, no door.......?" The former soldier looking into the room to see a large, white enamel, lion foot bathtub, with beautiful copper taps.

"No.......no door. Makes it easier for me to watch you, so you can't escape........" Hector told her, as he came to join her. His eyes lingering on her body, as he thought about what she had said about her doing drastic things before. (Y/n) doing her best to ignore the fire that once more had ignited in her belly, as he loomed over her. The Expendable simply smiling in reply, as she slowly pulled her shirt up over her head. The big man licking his lips as he took in the sight of her pleasingly rounded bosom.

"Well, if you are really going to watch, you might as well make yourself useful and scrub my back while you're at it. Or maybe, you can just join me, and we can wash one another's backs." She retorted, the words coming out of her mouth before she could stop them; but once they had left her lips, she no longer cared, her body screaming at her as she placed her hand on his face; letting her fingers ghost over his stubble covered cheek for a moment, before making her way into the bathroom, and leaning over the tub to turn on the taps. The room beginning to fill with steam as she slowly removed her pants. The dark material being kicked away, before she felt a pair of strong arms moving around her waist, and a bare chest pushed up against her back.