I just have to say something. I'm sorry if I touch up on sensitive topics, it's just the way I see the world + past experiences.
The seriousness aside, hope you enjoy this! I have to say, drugs do not wear off quickly when they've been given to you in massive doses. But for the story, I'll make it so that once the supply has been cut off, your drug will slowly drain out of you.
AND A BUNCH OF POV SWITCHES! All for the plot though!

The majority has chosen: Fall asleep and try to get/give some information from/to Anti.

Mark's POV:

God damnit, god damnit, pick up you old piece of shit!
"Is the leader of your group answering?" Sean asked. I shook my head.
"No he isn't-" I was interrupted by the familiar laughter.
"Well, what a surprise? Is Mark calling me?" He acted all high and mighty. Little bitch. His audio was all echo-like… that gives me an idea where he is.
"Cut the bullshit. Where's your hostage?"
"My hostage? The girl?" If it wasn't obvious. Do you have others? I thought.
"Yes."
"Why do you want her? Arrangements can be made to see her, she is a looker."
"You fucking disgusting man." I spat. "Where is she."
"She's where she's supposed to be."
"You aren't answering my questions!"
"Oh, look at the time. I can't give her any hope if I'm calling you and she hears it, so goodbye." He smugly dismissed me. "See you soon, son." He left me with a maniacal laugh.
"Don't ever fucking call me that again-"
He hung up.

Your POV:

I have to fall back asleep. It's risky, as I don't know what they're going to do to me whilst I'm asleep, but talking to Anti is the only link I have with Sean and Mark. I hate this damn situation, I hate being the damsel and I hate that I can't help myself. I don't know, it's the way I've grown being in the Nephilim - you were left for dead if you couldn't help yourself. If I could do something, I'd do it but being strapped down and drugged kind of limits what you can do. With no trouble, I drift off from reality into the world Anti would normally drag me to at night. First time sleeping was the easier thing to do.

I fall over. I'm not being held to the wall anymore by whatever was bounding me, so it's just a consequence. I still feel drugged as all hell, and I can't even get myself up. I grab at the dull green grass below me to try to pull myself to the log. Anti's sitting on the log, with his head in his hands. Is he ok?
"A-A-and.. And-dti… ti.." I can't pronounce my words, let alone my 't's. My voice, as I spoke, was raspy and extremely quiet, but it was loud enough for Anti to hear. Anti turns to me immediately.
"[Y/N], dear!" He exclaims, as he shoots up and comes over to help me up. Why is he being nice all of a sudden? He grabs hold of my arms, and puts my arm over his shoulder. He probably thinks I can walk - well no, no I can't. I wobble around on my unstable and numb feet, and I clasp onto Anti. "What did they do to you?!"
"I.. I do-don-don't… don't… k-kn-" I tried to speak again, but it was difficult, even with all of my might. I pray to god this drug drains out of me soon. Anti put his finger on my lips, and he sat down on the log, laying me down across the majority of it, and softly putting my head on his lap. I'm too drained of energy to care right now, and my head feels fucked up. He doesn't seem like he'll hurt me… will he? Is this all staged? Does he want something?

"Shh, shh, it's okay dear, shh. Don't have to speak, just try to indicate." He said softly, as he put his arm around my body and rocked my head gently to soothe me. The fuck is up with him? Is he on some kind of drug?

It was comfortable and… relaxing though.

Anti's POV (Short one):

I have to treat her well… Sean's love for her is growing. I have to beat him to it. I have to. I can't let her love him.
I hate being all nice though. I hate it.
I can't stand this. Only this time though, she's obviously drugged and it would be low of me to try to do anything to her when she can't fight back or respond properly.
It's not as… fun - the fun's all in how she handles the situations.

On another topic, her skin is… so nice to touch. I had a bit of a sample when she first came, but this is much nicer enjoyed over a period of time.

Your POV:

I tried to lift my arm to show where the drug was forced into my body. I managed to lift it only a little bit, but thankfully Anti saw what I was trying to do. He lifted my pale arm to examine what happened.

"Drugged… that's what I thought. Must've given you a massive dose, you can barely move. Just on the verge of becoming lethal. They are familiar with using this drug then." He spoke to himself.

"Wh-who-o a-ar-are… th-they...they?" I stuttered. He looked down to me. His eyes still freaked me out a little bit.

"Your enemy." He hissed at the thought. Now that I'm thinking about it, I am the one on drugs. I think that's what's making him seem so nice. The feeling of his jeans beneath me feel real, and so does his rather warm arm around me.

"E-E-Ene-ne… ene-" I tried, again, to speak but I was shushed by Anti. He lifted me, kissed my forehead, and rocked my head again. I swear if he touches me one last fucking tim-

"Don't force the words, dear. The archangels - that's who 'they' are." He explained.
"Ma… Ma-Mar-k-k… an-and… s-s-sea-n-n?" I emitted. My speaking may not have been great, but it's eventually getting better. The drug can't be wearing off this quick... Can it? No, I think that it had only just affected my speaking, I'm lucky to be speaking at all right now. Anti looked back up, and sat there frozen as his pupils rolled into the back of his head. Soon, his eyes went back to normal. Is that is way of looking into reality? Do I do that when I wake up?
"They're in the car, going to where you are. They be okay, they have guns." He sighed and continued on. "Sean and I have agreed that I watch over you, and he goes to get you."
He's talking as if he's my fuckin' guardian angel, SENT TO ME FROM GOD! -Cough cough, sarcasm.-

He's no angel, or no god.
He lifts my (burnt) hand, taking it close to his ear.
"I can hear people's voices in reality." He says. The hell does he mean by that?
Well, all I know by this drug is that I question absolutely everything. Confusion. Fantastic.
"P-Please… t-t-te-tel-ll… S-s-ean-"
"I will, dear."
Then, I feel a pain in my elbow - as if something were being completely ripped out. I yelp in pain as I return to reality.
There was a woman in front of me - she was a blonde one, long hair and green eyes. She had a black facemask over half of her face, stopping halfway up the nose. She had a matte black hoodie pulled over her head, and scars all over her body. When I look down her tattooed arm, I see she's holding my now red-stained drug tube. She must have ripped it out of me.
"You're conscious, huh." She hissed. She took steps forward, and examined my face. I spat right at her. "Still got an attitude?" She growled. She took something out from her pocket, which was a knife. She raised it high, and-
"Ailith! Stand back, for Christ's sake. She won't be of use at all if she dies of blood loss." A man's voice spoke up from above, unusually. The sounds of a rope uncoiling followed after, with the rope hitting the floor. I turned my head upwards (as much as I could considering the situation) to the sound. Apparently, the exit was not on the same floor as I was. The floor I was on was lower. The exit door was higher up, and so that was the purpose of the rope. I've never heard of this, it's kind of creative.
The man had reached the floor, and walked up to 'Ailith', or the woman in front of me. He took the knife off of her.

"She's not cooperating. I wanted to teach her a lesson." Ailith pouted, crossing her arms.
"Ailith, not everything is solved with weapon violence." He answered. The more I look at him, the more he looks a little like Mark. An older version (sorry, I mean a lot older).
"Hypocrite! You've been teaching us that way ever since we joined." Ailith pointed out.
"A-hem." I spoke up. Ailith hissed at me.

"You see what I mean?!"
"Ailith!" The man was obviously getting angry. He stared at her with cold eyes, and I could see her shrivel away by the sheer anger. "You aren't allowed to attack a hostage if I never mentioned if you could, and THAT'S FINAL. You've done this many times before, I've lost count."

"Sorry, sir." She took steps backwards and he came towards me with heavy steps. He grabbed my chin, and moved my head from left to right examining my pale face. Dear god, this reminds me of Anti.
"Gave her too much of a dose, the veins around her chin are all visible and-" He paused when he looked down my arm. "AILITH!" He yelled out. She took a step back as he turned to her. He grabbed the tube from her trembling hand, and quickly wrapped it around her neck. He tightened the tube, choking her. "You better stop being so disobedient all the time, or this will be the reason you go 'missing'. Got it?!" He yelled at her face. Anger issues, much? Ailith nodded, fearful, and he let go of her, her body slouching onto the floor. She coughed, and rubbed her neck. He comes back towards me. He's more of the… hostile man.
"So, what do you know, Lady Caedes?" He stared right into me. I narrowed my eyes, and said absolutely nothing. "Silent, huh."
One reason I stayed silent was because they knew too much of me. Another reason was because… well how do I say this… I. CAN'T. SPEAK. PROPERLY. FOR FUCK SAKE.
He sighed. "Cooperate, Caedes. Tell us what you know."
Silence. He growled at himself.
"Last chance, or we'll do this the hard way. We don't mess around."
Silence once again. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm still taking in the situation. I'd speak up if I knew what he wanted me to cooperate about, and I'm not sure what they want from me. I'm just part of the enemy to them, just a good-for-nothing girl in their eyes (and currently, in mine too).
"I understand what you mean now. Still craving for that blood, Ailith?" He asked. She staggered forward, and he held out her knife. She looked down at it, then up at him as if she were making sure. She grabbed hold of it tightly, inching herself closer. Her once fearful face had quickly grown into a cunning grin. Her neck, still red. There were traces of fear left in her, that much I knew because she had to look back at him. He nodded, and she turned her attention to me. I tried to shake my head.
"Too late, the man's signed you up." She laughed to herself.
"Ahh!"

Sean's POV (Rewind a little):

I shut the door of the car, taking a step in front of a small house Mark brought us to, and put my hand on my hidden gun. Mark threw red fabric to me, and I fumble to catch it.
"Wrap that around your mouth like a facemask, I only have one. We use our guns when it starts to get crazy, we have no need for useless gunfire." Mark said, as he shut the door. I put it on, and pulled the hoodie over my head.
"Are you sure this is the right location?" I double-check with him. It's only logical, this place doesn't look like it could house a family, let alone a whole clan.
"Yeah. It's more of an underground place, harder for the government to track." He went up to the door, and walked right through. I crept in, tip-toeing my way through the broken-ish door. It was an empty place - all cramped, with about 3 rooms. It was furnished, but it was probably set up to fool whoever tried to find their place. The lights were flickering and mainly stayed off, and it was ever so dark. There were only a couple of windows for the moonlight to flood in, but it was just enough for me to make sure I could set my foot wherever. The house gave off an eerie vibe, causing me to glance around now and again cautiously - it wasn't a bad thing, but it made me fear this even more. I've never been involved with gangs before, and to know that two childhood friends are enemies to each other… it makes me wonder what kind of life they lived as kids. Hopefully [Y/N] is okay. The silence was unsettling, it was as if at any minute something would pounce at us. We crept down the dimly lit hallway, when we start to hear the soft patter of raindrops hitting the floor. The windows were wide open, letting in chilly wind which dragged the rain with it. We hurried down the hallway, but we still didn't run. I placed my shaky hand on the doorknob ahead of us to get to the room at the end of the hallway.
"Are you… scared?" Mark questioned. I turned to him, and tried to hide any fear in my face.
"I am slightly, but if it's for [Y/N], I have to go through with this. The bastards will get what they deserve." The words were spilling out of me like water. He smiled faintly at me, but turned his attention back to the situation and walked through the door. I followed after him. He knelt on the floor, and knocked on the wooden floorboards.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to him.
"The place is underground, underneath the floorboards. Keep knocking for a hollow sound." He replied. I knelt down, and knocked all over the place. After a bit, Mark called me over, and we both pried off the floorboards to reveal a well-lit hole leading to a hallway. The light emitting from the hole was enough to faintly light the whole room. At that moment, a faint cry could be heard.
"Ahh!" It was a female's voice. Is that [Y/N]?!
"We have to jump down, I have an idea where she was kept by the audio of the leader." Mark hurried.
"Here goes nothing!"

Your POV (After some time):
"She won't say anything, sir." Ailith stood back. Coughing, I try to push my cut arms against the back of the wall I was strapped to apply any kind of pressure, but to no avail. At this point, I felt drained of strength and hope.
"Leave it for later, she's still heavily drugged too. How much did you fuckin' give her?" The man grabbed hold of Ailith's shoulder to turn her to him. She put her hands up defensively, as her body shook slightly.
"I didn't supply it, I was busy with an assignment. I asked Kohen to do it."
"God damnit." He hissed. He walked frustrated to the rope, and grabbed hold of it tightly. Ailith stared at him with a look of confusion on his face, as he motioned for her to follow him. "Leave the girl. Come on."
Ailith, left with no choice as he was obviously more superior to her, followed. Now that the drug wore off a little bit more, I tried to free myself. After a bit, I gave up. My fresh wounds, bleeding and all, were throbbing - just like my wrists. I breathed in and out to clear my head. The chilly white room had caused me to shiver a bit. I can't tell whether the shivering was because of the room or it was because of how scared I was - I've never been so helpless. I turned my head upwards and clenched my teeth together as I felt the tears I held back for what feels like forever ran down my cheek. I can't give up now, the hell's only began. I remember what I was told and had to repeat, 'Tears were a sign of fear and once they see fear they'll kill you'. It was mostly good advice, but in this situation I can't keep it together. How am I to escape if it's so hard to even stay awake and stable?
"H-Help… please…" I emitted. My shaky voice was so quiet, and I don't know why I even tried, no one would come anyway.
I heard the door from above unlock. I turned my head to my left, and felt even more tears falling down.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" A familiar voice asked. I'm confused - aren't they a member of the gang?
"She's right there! Throw the rope!" Another voice spoke up. Wait...
"[Y/N]!" The first voice said. Sean?! Mark?!
The rope was thrown down hastily, that much I know. Sounds of them shuffling down the rope was evident, and one jumped down half way. I turned to them, and Sean immediately ran over. It was almost hard to recognise him with the outfit he was wearing, but that was probably the whole point. He undid whatever was bounding me, causing my body to fall limp onto him.
"Oh my god, [Y/N], how much did they drug you?!" He asked. I shook my head as a response. I feel less drugged now, though.
"I-I.. fe-feel less… d-drug-drugge-d-d." I answered. My speaking did get better, I spoke with a clearer voice. It was still rather raspy though. Sean took off his red face mask which was actually just fabric, and he ripped it up, wrapping up the majority of the cuts Ailith did to me. They both hugged me tightly.
"Ack!- N-no!" I let out, and they let go, apologizing. Sean slung my arm over his shoulder, just like Anti did. This time, I got used to walking a little bit more and I could carry my own weight. I thanked him anyway for the attempt.
"So, do you guys have any idea which way we're going to go out? We can't exit the same way we came in because you're with us and we don't have extra clothing for you." Sean asked.

What do you do to get out once you three are on the platform above?
1) Try to leave stealthily, which is kind of slow.
2) Try to shoot your way out, which is quicker but messy.
3) Run for it.

Hey guys!
This is a long chapter and I have reasons for it! First of all, I just couldn't end it somewhere so I had to keep writing until it seemed like a good place to end it. Second, I can't guarantee that the next chapter will be extremely long. Third, with a chapter like this after 2 days straight of missing the deadline it's a bit of an apology (never letting myself go for it XD) and fourth I love ya guys so here you go! XD the 10th chapter should have been the long one, but nooo imperfect writer had to put it on the 11 XD Oh well. See ya guys another time! Love you all!
Ps, SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT POLLS XD
Pps, My editor hasn't edited any chapters since chapter 6 (she's my friend, not a paid person obvi xD) and it's like chapter 11 :( WHYYY