Chp. 2.5 (sorry, I meant to release this as the ending to chp. 2)
"You'll be in my room," he said sternly in the large cushy elevator.
He stood in the middle of the space, his shoulders squared and hands folded in front of him. Guada stood in the far back corner, her arms crossed eyeing him.
Guada felt like she was in some warped idea of a hotel, but the guards that had been wondering the entrance hall and standing in front of doorways said otherwise. Even if she couldn't readily see where they hid their guns beneath their suits.
"I don't want to be in your room," she said.
He looked over his shoulder, "That's too bad because that's where you're sleeping."
"You really want me sleeping next to you? What's stopping me from cutting your throat open?"
He chuckled, an odd warped sound through the mask, "I guess what's stopping you is the fact that it's me."
"I don't care if it's you. You don't think I want to get out of here more than I want to see you alive?"
He turned then and stepped up to her, closing the space in, "I think that you think that's true."
She saw their reflection in the corner of her eye, in the shiny bronze colored metal of the elevator walls. Her head met his chin and she practically looked like a defiant child.
"I'm not sleeping with you."
The doors opened.
"I'm a gentleman," he said grabbing her shoulder and pushing her through the doorway, "I won't be sleeping in the same room as you, but I figured that my room would be more comfortable than a cell."
"Wow, a true a gentleman," Guada mocked as she rubbed at her eyes.
"I've always tried my best."
She scoffed, "Is that what you tell yourself?"
He grabbed her arm then, "When I have ever been less than a gentleman to you."
"Did you just ask that?!"
They looked at each other for a moment, after a beat Guada started moving her neck side to side, "Hello?! When was the last time anyone thought a non-consensual kidnapping was romantic?"
"I tried to make this as painless as possible for you," he said pulling her closer with a harsh tug.
"Well, ya failed, because this sucks," She tugged at her arm, but he didn't let go, "It's fucking disgusting, and I don't have Nataio and I don't have my baby, and my husband is going to be so confused-"
He watched her stop to fight back her tears.
"You've really lost touch haven't you?" She said with her head tilted back, her free hand pinching the bridge of her nose.
Reaper shrugged, "I'm sorry," he let go of her arm as he realized he'd been holding on to it.
He opened the red door to the suit.
There was a large bed against the wall to the right of them, with a door between it and the large windows that made up the majority of the opposite wall of the room. Across the way, on the left, was a table with chairs by some counter space with a small stove and oven. Along the same wall was a large doorway.
"There's a bathroom there, and a closet there," he said pointing from the small door on the right to the wide doors on the left, "You don't have to worry about cooking, your meals will be brought up to you."
"Do they know I'm a vegetarian?"
"I thought you were pescatarian?"
"Guess you've been dead too long," she said as she eyed the room.
It was too big for a bedroom, it made her feel small and as she felt Reaper turn, she suddenly felt smaller.
"Wait… where are you sleeping?" she asked looking at his chest to avoid making eye contact with the mask.
"Does it matter?
"Well," she thought for a moment, "What if someone tries to come in."
He looked down the hallway for a moment.
"Didn't think of that did you?"
"They won't."
"And if they do?"
"They. Won't."
Guada gave in, "Very reassuring... You've always done well with planning ahead."
"Goodnight," He said, his claw on the wood of the door.
"Bye, asshole," was all Guada gave as she shuffled her way to the bathroom.
Reaper watched her until the bathroom door closed then eyed the hallway again before stepping out and closing the door behind him.