#unknown assistant

Regardless of the kidnapping, she didn't mind it. It was a lot of babysitting, which she hadn't exactly expected. As it turned out, the man that had kidnapped her was so focused on revenge that he didn't take care of himself. On top of that, the leader of his little cult didn't seem to care whether or not he did.

So she ended up doing it. Her life had kinda sucked before, if she was being honest. With him though... he didn't mind her sarcasm. Didn't mind her weird habits, and indulged her just as much as she indulged him. Two broken people together.

Today though, she really wasn't feeling it. She stared up at the ceiling as she layed on the cot, unable to convince herself to move. She could feel herself sinking.

"What's wrong with you?" Unknown asked her, voice harsh. Her eyes drifted over to him seeing his frown before turning back to the ceiling.

"I'm empty today." She said quietly, unsure of how to describe her feelings.

"You're hungry?" His voice was confused, and she wanted to smile. She lifted her hand to her chest.

"Here." She mumbled, tapping over her heart. His frowning face was suddenly looming in her vision, and his hand joined hers resting on her chest.

"Your heart is still beating." Unknown said softly. "Not entirely empty."

She couldn't stop the small smile that spread across her face, and Unknown smiled too.

"Mm. Maybe it was your touch." She said softly. He nodded, and nudged her over on the cot, laying next to her and tugging her into his arms.

She was kind. Kinder to him than he ever deserved. But that wasn't to say that she would let him walk all over her. She didn't appear to be afraid of him, throwing shit back just as well as he dished it out.

No matter how much it annoyed him, she also seemed to get along well with the other believers if the little items like nail polish and pajamas she'd gotten from them indicated. His connection to her didn't seem to instil fear in them.

Which honestly didn't seem like a problem until this moment.

He'd sent her out for a file, and it shouldn't have taken more than 5 minutes. That was 20 minutes ago. Unknown hissed out his frustration, heading out of the intelligence room to find where she'd run off to.

As he made his way down the hallway, paused as he heard voices.

"Tell us, and we'll let you go on your way." Multiple believers, threatening someone.

"I have nothing to tell you." Unknown perked up. It was her, voice colder than she'd ever heard.

"You're the one with the most access to him." A thin voice needled at her. Unknown narrowed his eyes. They were trying to get information about him. "We know you're not here under your own will. Tell us how to knock him down a peg, and we'll get you out of here."

He wasn't wrong. She wasn't here because she wanted to be. If she was smart, she would take the opportunity and run.

Instead, she barked out a laugh, cold and low.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What makes you think that I trust you anymore than I trust him?" Hearing her curse almost made him forget the hurt that the statement caused. Then she continued, and Unknown glanced around the corner to find her slinking toward the two followers, grin wide on her face, who unsurprisingly began to inch away from her. "You fucking morons. What makes you think that I won't rat you out?"

"We won't give you that chance." The believer said, jerking forward.

"I think not." Unknown said, finally revealing his presence. She didn't flinch at all, though the believers took off at the sight of him.

"Aw man. Fun's over." She said lightly, stretching her arms up over her head before grinning over at him.

"You don't know what they were going to do to you." Unknown told her with a glare. To his surprise, she laughed brightly.

"I knew you'd show up eventually." She told him with a grin. She walked over to his side. "Boss man wouldn't leave little ole me in danger~"

"Doing what?" He asked.

"Trying to... destroy? The RFA?" She hesitated as if trying to find the correct word. "They're a charity organization, right?"

"It's full of liars. Especially that redhead. They're too dangerous to leave to their own devices and need to be brought to Mint Eye." Unknown said with a glare.

"Okay, the redhead I get. Secret agent and all that jazz. But Yoosung Kim?" She asked tapping the file. "No offense to him, but he's a college kid with an MMO addiction. The only person he could hurt is himself."

"He is important to the Savior." Unknown said stiffly. She pursed her lips but went ahead and flipped the page.

"Okay, Jaehee Kang then. She's a personal assistant. A good one, but a personal assistant all the same." She said. "Not exactly a danger."

"Not in her current position, but imagine if they placed her in an investigation unit." Unknown said. The PA was a hard worker, and got antsy when she had nothing to do. Best to keep her occupied here.

"True. Um... Zen is an actor... I can't imagine how he could do anything." She said. "It's not like he knows about Mint Eye."

"He holds sway over the masses. He'd be a valuable asset." Unknown pointed out. She huffed again, turning the page.

"Okay. I get the appeal to Jumin Han though. Deep coffers and all that jazz. But he seems to be more strong willed than the others." She said, slight frown on her face.

"The Savior is a close friend. Surely she can persuade him." Unknown said, and it was true.

"I just.... I don't feel comfortable with this." She said quietly. "They're all such vibrant people, and I think the only way they'd join Mint Eye is if they were under the Elixir."

"I take the elixir." He growled out. She quickly turned toward him and touched his face gently.

"And you are so strong. Stronger than even you know." She said softly. His glare softened back out and he leaned into her hand. "But they might crack. That's why I haven't taken it, right?"

"You're not taking it." Unknown growled out, pulling her over onto his lap and holding her close.

"I'm not going to." She said, gently rubbing his back. "But that's just my thought. Maybe we should rethink this a bit."

He didn't respond, but held her tightly. He knew what he had to do. He knew what the Savior wanted him to do.

(Sure thing Flower anon~)

He had no clue how long he'd been in front of his computer before his assistant came to get him. She huffed at his hunched over state and placed a hand on his arm.

"C'mon. Time for bed." She said, trying to coax him away. Unknown frowned up at her.

"I need to get this done." He said, voice dry from not having been used.

"If you don't go to bed, I might accidentally delete everything again." She told him innocently.

"Don't you fucking dare." Unknown glared at her.

"I might." She said with a shrug and a grin.

"Fine." Unknown finally said, rolling his eyes. She grinned, taking him by the hand and dragging him back to his room. As soon as they got in, she began to rummage through his meager drawers.

"Do you not have pj's?" She asked.

"No? I just sleep in my clothes." Unknown said, eyebrow raised at her. She frowned.

"Stay here. I'll be back." She said quickly and disappeared out the door. He knew where she was headed. The other believers had just as quickly grown attached to his assistant, and were eager to give her whatever she wanted. He didn't like the ugly feeling that gave him, twisting his heart in his chest. She was his assistant? Who the fuck did they think they were?

He wasn't stuck with his own thoughts for long, as the door came open again and she came through with a bundle of clothes.

"Here!" She said with a grin. He took the pair of sweatpants from her and raised an eyebrow. She pouted. "They're comfy!"

"Where are yours?" She blinked in surprise at his words, but smiled slightly.

"You know, I wasn't sure if you'd want me here." She said softly. He frowned before reaching over and messing up her hair.

"Don't be stupid." He growled out. She just grinned back at him.

"Luckily," she said, making her way back over to his drawers, pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top, "I came prepared!"

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"Oh no, I hope this isn't a kidnapping." She drawled out, allowing herself to be dragged off.

"Listen." He said once he got her in Magenta, mind racing. "You're going to be my assistant. You do what I say, and you won't drink the elixir."

She raised an eyebrow at that. He had to admit that he'd tacked that last part on, even though she'd only seen a few of the believers in the hallway. He didn't know how she'd react to the elixir. It boosted him, but for others, it made them nothing better than drones. Perfect sheep for the Savior. He needed her to be able to think.

"So I won't have to drink the cult juice." She asked.

"It's not a cult." He told her with a glare, but she shrugged.

"Do what you say, got it boss." She said with a grin.

They got along well enough. As the days went on, he found himself relying on her. He'd found himself being dragged away from his computers and onto the couch he'd had brought into the room. After a shower (that she shoved him towards), he found that his ribs were less apparent, his meals actually being consistent.

"Ugh. My nails are starting to break." She muttered one day, breaking his attention from what he was doing.

"What?" He said, turning to look at her. She presented her nails to him, showing what to him looked like perfectly normal nails. Without thinking, he did the same, showing her his nails.

"Oh my gosh." She said, her eyes growing wide as she gently took his hand in hers. She looked up at him, sympathy bleeding into her eyes. "Doesn't this hurt?"

"I guess?" He mumbled. Yeah, his nails were a little ragged, and several were bitten down to the quick, but he never thought about it.

"I'll be right back." She said, and was gone. He stared after her in confusion, but shrugged, turning back to his computers. Like she said, she was back quickly, holding something in her hand. She dragged him over to the couch, plopping him down. "Here. Don't mess up the polish or I'll be mad."

"Where did you even get this?" He asked, watching as she shaped what was left of his nails and proceeded to paint them a deep black.

"One of the other believers." She mumbled, focused on what she was doing.

"They shouldn't have this." He muttered. She looked up at him, disbelief on her face.

"You're dressed like you're a 2005 Hot Topic store. I don't think one bottle of nail polish is gonna cause issues." She said. He glared at her, though it's effective was lessened with the pout he had. She grinned again. "Okay! Once these dry, you'll do mine, okay?"

He nodded dumbly, looking down at his fingers that looked better than they had in a very long time.

It was only when the thunder started outside that he decided to make his way back, only to open the door and find no one. Why couldn't she fucking listen?

He stormed out of the room, headed to the intelligence room. If anything he could spot her on the many cameras that lined the halls. He at least needed to make sure she was safe.

He threw open the door, only to stop short. There was a blanket covered lump in his chair. A singing lump. He couldn't stop himself from walking forward and pulling the blanket off and there she was, his headphones over her ears. He could barely hear the tinny sound of her music, meaning that she must of had it up stupidly loud.

"What are you doing?" He asked her, glare on his face. She gave him a weak grin as she stopped the music and pulled the headphones off.

"Oh hey, boss. You're back." She said.

"That doesn't answer my question." He said with a glare. There was another roll of thunder outside but it didn't distract him from her flinch. He sighed. "But that does."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said nervously. He rolled his eyes and tugged her out of the chair, only to sit and tug her back on top of him. She blinked at him in surprise as he rearranged the blanket around her. "This is new."

"Just listen to your music." He said with a huff, shoving the headphones back on her head. "Not so loud this time."

She gave him a sweet smile, but did as he said, curling into him.

"I swear I don't know what happened." She said quickly, throwing her hands up.

"You fucking deleted it." He growled stalking over to her.

"I barely touched it! I just wanted to-" She was cut short as he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the chair. She barely stopped herself from falling flat on the floor, and looked up at him in indignation. "Ow! What are you doing!?"

"You're going to be punished." He said plainly, dragging her out of the room.

"Ow, fuck! Stop it!" She said, struggling to get out of his grip.

"You get punished and then I can't be angry anymore." Unknown said. "That's how it works."

"What?" She was thrown off by his words as he came to a stop in front of what was ultimately a supply closet. He opened the door, revealing the dark interior.

"You'll be locked in here, and then I'll come get you in two days." Unknown said. She didn't move, just stared at her wrist where his fingers were making indentations.

"Is that how you were punished?" She asked quietly.

"Yes?" He said, not liking the tone she'd taken. Like he was wrong.

"That's fucked up." She finally said, looking up at him with sad eyes. "No one should be treated that way. I'm so sorry it happened to you."

"I don't need your sorrys!" He snapped at her as he flinched. A hand suddenly touched his hand that was holding her arm and he let go, only for her to hold his hand.

"Can we talk? Then you can decide what to do. But I want us to work this out." She said quietly. He stared at her, trying figure out what to do. He didn't want to lock her in there. He was angry, yes, but he also knew that he'd miss her presence. But how could he forgive her without punishment?

"Okay." He found himself whispering. She nodded with a smile as she threaded their fingers together.

"Okay. Let's go, boss."

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