Stiles woke up to the sound of laughter. Confused he opened his eyes and remembered where he was. Lying on a couch in a hotel room, he heard the TV on. Behind Stiles, Severo was lying in bed laughing at something that he was watching. Stiles glanced at the clock on the wall opposite him. It was 9am. He closed his eyes, not yet ready to be awake. He stretched out his body awkwardly as the couch was too small for him. Turning his body to face the back of the couch he felt his phone in his back pocket. Stiles paused and pulled his phone from his pocket. Hiding it under the blanket he went through the list of recent messages. He opened his message history to Malia and started to text her. But as he was doing that the door to the room opened. He quickly pushed send and slid his phone back into his pocket and feigned sleep.
Araya entered and walked the length of the room to end where Stiles lay on the couch. She pushed aside the curtains and sunlight streamed in. Stiles opened his eyes in disgust. Araya placed a muffin and apple on the coffee table in front of him.
"From the breakfast buffet." She said.
Stiles sat up, "Thanks." he said dryly before taking the apple and biting into it. After a couple of bites he realised his phone wasn't on silent. He put the apple down on the table and headed for the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and pulled out his phone, after adjusting his settings he pulled up his last message to Malia and saw he hadn't completed what he was trying to say.
Severo knocked on the door, "Hurry up, I need to go!"
"Just a second," he replied while flushing the toilet and turning on the tap to create noise. He pressed call on Malia's name and prayed that she would pick up. He only had a few seconds before Severo was knocking on the door again. He couldn't be caught with his phone, it was his only hope. Frustrated he put it back into his pocket, turned off the tap and opened the door. Severo stood infront of him. "I told you I'd only be another second."
Severo ignored him and slammed the bathdoor behind him. Stiles sat back down on the couch and continued eating his apple. While watching Araya sharpen her collection of knives at the table opposite him, Stiles thought about how odd the way they were treating him was. They were not doing anything he expected. They're taking their time in fleeing town, they didn't even take his phone and they've been keeping him hydrated and fed. Nothing made sense.
"Okay, get it over with." Stiles said as he aimed and threw his apple core into the trash. "I can't handle you being nice to me any more. Just ask your questions so I can go."
Severo exited the bathroom. "When we take you to our secret location we'll start asking the questions." Stiles eyed him while Araya met Severo's gaze with what looked like annoyance. Before Stiles could contemplate the meaning behind it he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Someone was calling him.
He quickly stood up, "then let's go."
"Don't forget to eat your muffin." was all Araya said while she started to pack away her hunting knives. Stiles knew in these kind of situations it was best to keep up your strength and if there's no reason to believe any food and drink given to you by your captors has been drugged that you should make the most of it.
So he picked it up and said "I'll eat it on the way," before moving to follow Severo out the door.
The car ride was similar to the one the night before. His hands were handcuffed in front of him this time instead of above his head. His blood stained hoodie lay on the seat next to him and his muffin was still in his hand. Severo was driving and Stiles tried to memorise the way they were going so that if he were able to escape he would know where to run.
Stiles took a couple bites of his muffin as they drove. He felt like they had been driving for half an hour and he wondered where they were going as all the places they went he recognized. And the longer they drove he realized they were going around in circles.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked confused. His mind started to feel foggy and his thoughts weren't coherent. "Why are you..." he started. He dropped what was left of his muffin and as he did he realized there was something in it. At least I didn't eat it all he thought as he tried to sort through his memories. Where are they taking me? Why am I wearing handcuffs? Was I arrested? Wait, this isn't a police car. "I don't feel good."
"Just relax Stiles, we're almost there." Araya said. "Okay, now we can take him there." She told Severo.
Stiles leaned his head against the window as trees and houses blurred by. He closed his eyes hoping the world would slow down and when he next opened them he was being pulled from the car by Severo, and forced to walk towards a boathouse. The air smelt like the sea and they sky was overcast with clouds that threatened to rain. He was pushed through a door and into a large room with some chairs, a table, and some chains hanging from a roof. There was a small boat near the larger door to the warehouse. Stiles still felt groggy. Whatever was in that muffin was strong enough to knock him out for a while. He wasn't sure how far they had travelled and he tried to think about places he knew with boathouses.
Severo pushed him into a chair un-cuffed his hands and re-cuffed them behind his back. Stiles was still having trouble focusing as he didn't hear what Severo asked him. It wasn't until he felt the sting of a slap across his face that he started to come back to reality.
Araya had followed behind the two carrying a briefcase of her knives. Upon entering the warehouse she placed the briefcase on the table while Severo put Stiles into a chair. She opened the case and admired her tools. Severo asked Stiles if he enjoyed the ride. After receiving no response he asked "where is Scott McCall?" Stiles still ignored him. "Where's your true alpha?"
"Let's start easy," Araya said. "He is human after all." Severo slapped Stiles.
Stiles looked into Severo's eyes, his mind finally catching up to him. "I'm not telling you anything, and as I told you at the hospital, I don't know anything." he said in defiance. Even if he wasn't talking to Scott, there was no way he was going to give up on his best friend.
He felt for any give in his handcuffs but quickly realized there was no getting out of them. Looking around himself for something to use, he felt helpless as a human. Severo picked up one of the knives and knelt in front of him. He placed the tip of the knife on Stiles' upper arm and with a little pressure made a small cut. Stiles resisted making any noise.
"For every time you refuse to answer I'm going to make another cut and another one. Until you co-operate." Stiles stared ahead, ignoring him and refusing to give up his friends no matter how strained their relationship was at the moment.
Twenty minuted passed with Stiles not saying a word. Severo had made cuts all over his upper arms with blood dripping on the floor from the deeper ones. Stiles eyes watered from the pain.
"Let us try a new approach." Araya said, closing her briefcase. She stepped outside with Severo and put a padlock on the door, leaving Stiles alone. "We will wait twelve hours and see if he is ready to talk. If not, another twelve hours and so on. The starvation and isolation will be torture enough and we have plenty of time."
Inside the boathouse Stiles heard their car drive away. Looking around, the room was pretty empty. A restroom was located behind him in the far left corner and a few chairs and fishing equipment lay along the back wall. A small boat took up most of the space in front of a large garage type door. The chair he was in wasn't old enough to break but he had another plan.
Stiles started rocking back and forth in an attempt to knock himself over onto his side. When he finally fell he swore in pain as he opened up a few of his cuts he had landed on. Laying sideways he pulled his legs up into the fetal position so that his feet rested on the top of the chair. While pushing down on the chair with his feet he started wriggling his upper body until he could slide his hands over the chair back. After a little grunting, swearing and exertion, he was free to pull his hands in front of himself.
Pleased he ran to the door but couldn't get it open as it had been padlocked on the outside. Frustrated he banged on it a few times then turned to take in the room. He moved towards the fishing gear but couldn't find anything of use. Instead he resigned to retrieving his phone from his back pocket.
"Now to get out of here."