"Wallace…" He repeated as if she heard her incorrectly and tried to pry the knot loose. He was almost there, enough to let his feet wiggle around and grind against he prickly rope.
"Yes. My 'father' was no friend of yours, well anyone's." She nearly spat the confirmation and winced as a pain in her lungs pierced through her torso.
"Interesting… How old are you?" Grave Robber asked.
Holy shit. The Repo man Nathan Wallace had another daughter.
"Twenty one as if an hour ago. Happy fucking birthday, huh?" She sighed and leaned back against a wall, he could tell by her breathing that her ribs had been damaged.
"Wallace, I've known a few Wallace's in my time." Grave Robber smirked, trying to hide his bewilderment. He knew everyone, everyone. How in the hell had she slipped passed him?
"What a surprise. I'm one but I've never met one." She tugged at her handcuffs angrily.
"So what are you in here for?" Grave Robber changed the subject.
"Breathing…" She grumbled and rubbed her raw wrists.
"Me too. Well, doing business too…" he trailed off quietly when the blood in his head began to make it feel like his skull was going to explode. "Fuck." He muttered and pulled himself up as much as he could.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft but firm, as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"Fine. Get some sleep, Carly. You look like you need it." He sighed and loosened the knots enough to get his feet out of them and lightly landed on the ground.
"Sleep is for the dead." She denied his offer and curled into a tighter ball. Grave Robber knew body language, her lips were telling him no but her body was telling him she was exhausted.
"You can be dead for a few hours." Grave Robber assured her.
"I can't sleep."
"Why not?"
"Because they gave me a shot of something before they threw me under here… " Her tone was strong but underneath her façade he could tell she as afraid. Afraid that she wouldn't wake up- though she would never admit it. Grave Robber knew better.
"Seeing as in my profession there is no breathing, I'm sure that I will be more than capable of detecting whether or not you stop in the middle of the night." Grave Robber grinned and casually slid down the wall to sit next to Carly.
"Point taken." Her lips curled into a small smile and within a few seconds her breathing was still erratic but slower and stronger. The sound was different than what Grave Robber usually heard during the long hours of the night, but he found it oddly comforting. Draping a near by blanket over her, he stared at a fly bashing itself into the room's overhead light and listened intently to the sound of Carly's slow but far from peaceful breaths.
The Grave Robber's eyes slowly cracked open as the beam of sunlight coming from the space between the stairwells door and the floor shined directly into his eyes.
By the brightness of the light he could tell he had only been asleep for about an hour or two. Once the cogs of his mind began to turn a little faster he stopped breathing and looked down at the girl next to him, his ears sharp. His spine relaxed when he heard her breath resonate throughout the empty space. Grave Robber also noticed the sound of hustling footsteps had multiplied and took his cue to get back to hanging.
After a few moments of dangling Grave Robber noticed the sound he'd been listening too all night had ceased and was quicker.
"Good morning." Carly yawned groggily and cracked her spine.
"Good morning. You see, I made sure you were breathing. For a second I wasn't sure you were so I gave you mouth to mouth, just in case. You taste delicious by the way." Grave Robber winked at her.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself." She snorted and Grave Robber couldn't help but laugh in return. He wasn't used to a woman giving attitude back to him, he liked it.
"I did…" Grave Robber smirked and broke the silence that blanketed them. "So what was it like being a Repo man's daughter?"
"I wouldn't know. He gave me up to the Largo's when my mom died, I was three." She broke eye contact with him and swung her hair out of her face distractedly.
"I see. I had the opportunity of meeting your sister."
"Oh really? What was my dear little sister like?" Her tone laced with venom.
Their conversation was interrupted when the doors in the stairwell flung open. The clicking of solid boots echoed and bounced off of the walls, as Pavi sauntered down the stairs and grinned at Carly. Both prisoners glared and snarled at him as he drew closer.
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