Patroclus chewed on the inside of his lip as he twisted his wrists in the cuffs. He had to get out of here and more importantly, he had to get Jesse out of here. Jesse was a new father and Nicholas was still sick and he was so mortal and breakable. If Patroclus was killed he would come back. Who knew when, but he would. Jesse didn't have that luxury.
"Fuck," Patroclus hissed as he tried to pull the chains out of the ceiling with no luck. He even lifted his body up and tried to use all of his weight, but all that did was hurt terribly. "Ow, shit. Uh. So don't do what I just did-" Patroclus advised Jesse, wishing he could rub his bruised arms.
Hybris, upon hearing voices in the back room, jumped up and beckoned her siblings through. She grinned as she approached Patroclus and Jesse. "You made that way fuckin' easy," she said, stepping over to Patroclus' side.
"Just like you," Patroclus growled, even though the second he said it, he wasn't proud of it. Briseis would've had his head for that one. But he was panicking!
Hybris just shrugged and nodded. "True enough." Then she pulled out a knife and used it to cut Patroclus' shirt away. "Mmmm. You killed me but you've got some incredible abs."