Trust Me RP

Auberon
Auberon was going to reply, but he stopped himself and bit his lip, looking down fearfully for a split second before resuming glaring at Parker. Part of him wanted to go with, but the majority of him just wanted to kill Parker.

Parker
"I'm going to need some sort of reply, bud. You can either stay here and be enslaved or come with us and be free. It's your choice." Glaring wordlessly tells me absolutely nothing. That small look down had informed Parker that Auberon somewhat understood, but whether or not his drugged mind would understand what it meant or even make the right decision, Parker wasn't sure.

Auberon
"I told you not to call me bud," Auberon snapped. "And you're not technically supposed to be in here."
He glanced at the door, silently wondering what freedom would feel like. But at the same time all he could feel was the will to be a complete animal for his "owners".

Parker
His brow furrowed. He didn't recall Auberon ever telling him that. Either Auberon was mistaken, or Parker had lost some memory thanks to getting his head hit so many times. "Is there a law against me coming in this room? No. Is there a law against the drug they've used on you? Yes. Oh, and there are laws against holding people prisoner, injecting medicine or any other form of drug without consent, gangs in general, torture, and murder, all laws that these people have broken."

Outlaw 
She waited. She was dragging Auberon outta here one way or the other, she’d see what way he chose first. 

Auberon
Auberon glared harder at Parker. The last thing he wanted to hear was that he wasn't real. Nothing he did or felt was him- it was all something he couldn't control, and frankly he was tired of hearing that he had been weak enough to become a victim of that.

Brooklynn 
"Auberon, we have to go now, and you're going with us," Brooklynn said, still watching the hallway."

Parker
He glanced back and shook his head ever so slightly at Brooke. He had avoided demanding things because it could set Auberon off. "If you want to come, that is," he added, turning back to Auberon.

Auberon
Auberon looked at Brooke, wanting to say something but hesitating. He looked back at Parker. "The police are going to hate me if they know I'm apparently infected with this stuff. I'll be more of a prisoner out there than I am in here."

Outlaw 
Her hands crept to her guns as she heard shouts from the other end of the building. They’d apparently realized that Alcatraz and the other two where missing. Either hurry it up Parker or let me deal with him. She thought impatiently. They didn’t have time for this. 

Brooklynn 
"I promise they won't," Brooklynn said. "We've got to go in the next minute or we're not going to get out of here."

Outlaw 
“Brooke” she muttered, motioning for her to take her place as she pulled her pistols. She’d better take the hall. She went to the hall entrance and waited, guns at ready. 

Auberon
"'Promise'?" Auberon looked at Brooke and raised his eyebrows. "How's that supposed to mean anything?"

Brooklynn
Brooklynn switched places with Outlaw willingly. "Look. I know it's a lot to ask, but trust me. I won't let them do anything to you."

Auberon
"Uhuh, sure," Auberon mumbled. "Whenever someone says something like that, I always end up in this position."