DISCLAIMER: THERE IS AN ISSUE WITH A CHARACTER AT SOME POINT IN THIS CHAPTER. ISTG IF I GET ANOTHER CONPLAINT ABOUT IT IM GOING TO SCREAM, PLEASE DONT COMMENT ABOUT WANTING THEM BACK

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Y/n's POV:

You woke up slowly, your thoughts fuzzy from the chloroform. You stayed still, pretending to still be unconscious. You could feel cold metal bounding your wrist and ankles.

How did I get into this you thought.

The door creaked open and two people walked in.

"Is she awake yet?" One asked.

"I don't know, why don't you check?" The other responded sarcastically. Peter.

You felt hand on your throat, checking your pulse.

"We'll she isn't dead" the other person said.

"Obviously not, it's chloroform not poison" Peter said, his voice irritated.

"Oh yeah."

"Whatever, let's go. She'll be awake in the next few hours."

The footsteps receded, followed by the door shutting. You opened your eyes slowly to see that they had just closed it, but hadn't actually left.

Shit.

Peter grinned. "Well well well, look what we have here" he said, walking over to you slowly.

"Let me go Peter."

"Hm. No, I don't think I will" he answered, his grin widening.

You pushed down your fear, hiding it. You sighed and pretended to be bored. "What do you want with me?"

He crouched down in front of you, reaching a hand out to stroke your cheek. "You're going to be my girlfriend" he said, cupping your face.

You snorted. "Seriously?"

He glared at you and retracted his hand. "Yes seriously."

You laughed, the sound echoing around the room.

"That's pathetic" you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continued to laugh.

Damn I'm a good actor.

"Shut up bitch!" He shouted, standing up and kicking you in the side. "You embarrassed me and got me kicked off the team, so you can suffer alongside me!"

He turned around and stormed out the room, the other person who now knew to be Ned following after him.

"Maniac" you muttered.

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You had been lying there for around an hour you guessed, thinking about how you could escape.

You could break the chains, but you couldn't teleport for a while because of how weak you were. You realised a while ago that he'd mixed ergot in with the chloroform. This chemical was one of the only things that weakened elves, and you had no idea as to how he would know that. After all, he was only a Midgardian teenager.

A while later the door opened again and Ned entered, holding a tray with a glass of water and two slices of bread. You pulled yourself up into a sit and began to eat as he watched you awkwardly.

"You don't have to babysit me asshole" you said, taking a sip of water.

"I know. I don't want you to be here" he said, fiddling with his fingers.

"That's nice. How's that working out for you?"

A few minutes later Peter walked in bringing two chairs with him. He gave in to Ned and sat on the other.

"So" he said.

You just looked at him. He scowled and continued.

"What's your answer?"

"To what?" you replied, putting on an innocent expression. You figured that if he was going to trap you here, you may as well give him hell about it.

"You know what."

"I really don't."

He glared at you.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Hm, let me think" you said, tapping a finger to your chin. "Nope."

He stood up slowly, picking up a knife from beside the chair. Ned looked terrified.

"Dude, give her time, don't do that, that's not a good ide-" his words were cut off by your scream as Peter slashed the blade down your cheek.

"Decide quickly y/n" he hissed, turning and leaving the room.