make sure you drown

Gilgamesh did not care if the woman drowned on her way to the isle. Half shoving, half dragging her back to his home, he made sure to show her how serious he was for what she had done. No one fucked with him and they surely didn't think they could have the audacity to snap at him. Through the mud, muck, sand, and salty waters, he had taken her without care for injury or niceness. He wouldn't relent until the isle came into view and he was shoving her from the wake of the ocean.

"This is home now," his deep baritones rumbled as he lifted his lips in a snarling smirk. "Let's go," he shoulders her side into the direction of a small building toward the back of the isle. There were a cluster of small buildings that had once been bungalows when the two-legged creatures had existed. Gil doesn't stop until he reaches the one farthest back that had been used as a storehouse during dire times. Headbutting the door open, he turns and grabs the woman by the scruff and pulls her inside. Once inside, he kicks the door closed and shoves her toward a second door with a staircase leading down under the isle.

The room at the bottom of the stairs is dark, damp, and musty. Shelves full of jars line its walls, half empty, half full of rotten liquid that probably isn't good anymore. Nearly pushing her down the stairs, he stops at the bottom and assesses her new quarters. In the corner, a mess of sheets and debris would serve as a bed for now and a trickle of water from a broken window at the top of the window would at least ensure she didn't die.

"Here you'll stay until you can show you can be trusted outside," Gil levels himself with the woman, his expression all serious and dark. His lips tremble with a growl, daring her to argue. "Any questions?" He lifts a brow for a moment, curious if the strange woman would even have a response considering her... disheveled condition.