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She wouldn’t give in.
Stubbornness was a trait that many loved about her. That trait, however, was now looking like it would be her tragic downfall.
She had been on a solo mission. It was supposed to be easy. Supposed to be are the key words. It was just an info gathering mission. She just had to sneak into the base and plug in the chip before wiping the base clean. Steve had told her that he trusted her to do it herself.
What they didn’t know was that they were expecting her. Or at least expecting someone. It was an ambush. Totally unfair on all counts. But that’s what they say isn’t it? That life is unfair.
She definitely felt that way after days of abuse. Things weren’t getting better; in fact, they were getting worse. It didn’t seem like things were going to get better anytime soon.
She wouldn’t let them see that they were getting to her, though. She’d rather die than give them that satisfaction.
The same man that had been coming into her cell for days now entered. Every day it was the same damn demands and questions. Every day she refused. And the man had enough of it.
“You will tell me everything you know, or I swear to god you will regret being born!” He sneered at her, grabbing a fistful of her hair to make her look up at him. She grit her teeth, determined to not whimper.
“I already do,” she coolly shot back. The hand released her hair to backhand her with a loud smack that resonated throughout the cell.
“You need to be taught a fucking lesson, bitch,” he snarled, hosting her body up from the chair she was sitting on.
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”
He shoved her in response, tired of her smart ass comments.
He walked her to a different cell and chained her to the wall. She knew that wasn’t a good sign. Her entire body flinched as the man cracked a whip behind her. It was a warning. A warning that she would not pay any mind to. She would not submit. No matter what, she had to stay loyal.
The first lash was unlike anything she had ever felt. Agony rippled through her back as the material tore her flesh. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming too loud. That only seemed to draw more blood out of her body.
Tears began pooling in her eyes as the man geared up for a second lash. The second one wasn’t any better than the first. She struggled to keep quiet, however. It was the sort of feeling that you couldn’t just not scream at.
She lost count after seven lashes. The pain and delirium combined all of the excruciating lashes together.
When the man finally decided he was pleased with the amount of marks on her body, he released her from the chains. She fell down unceremoniously in a pile of exhausted and abused limbs.
The man didn’t care whatsoever. He took one of her arms and dragged her across the dirty ground, not caring what infections she was bound to pick up with all of her open wounds.
Now that, that was the hardest part to keep silent. The ground was rough and unforgiving against her mutilated skin. It felt like she was being dragged over a bed of nails or even hell itself.
When the man left her alone in the cell, she finally let herself weep. The pain was unbearable.
Darkness began to creep in at the edges of her vision and she could only hope that someone would come for her soon. They had to, right?