𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑁𝐸𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅 - Peter Parker

Chapter 27

- Audrey's POV -

I could hear the door at the end of the lit up hallway open. I didn't think much of it since people walked through here, but the footsteps stopped right at me. I opened my eyes as much as I could, and of course it was the twat with his bodyguards, and that man who was dressed like a doctor, but basically did nothing but write down on a notepad.

"Are you ready to talk?" He asked, looking down at me. I raised my head, and swallowed a clump of saliva.

"It's funny how I can't even walk, and still you're so scared of me that you need your two side bitches." I said, chuckling a little. He bent down and put a hand behind his ear, and pushed it to my face.

"What's that?" He asked mockingly, making me burn with rage inside. I summoned my last strength, and opened my mouth.

"You can do whatever you want with me, but I'll never tell you what you want me to... Because I don't have the answer, you're looking for." I whispered into his ear. He got up again, and stared at me.

"Get her up, and bring her with me." He said, and started walking. They unlocked the lock and the two men grabbed an arm each, and dragged me behind him. They dragged me all the way back to the room I was kept in for the first three days, and placed me down in the chair I had been beaten in. My head fell down to my chest, as soon as they let go. I had no power to hold it up. When they had tied me, the two bodyguards and 'doctor' left, and it was just me and the man I hated most in this world. In a rough move he lifted up my head with one hand, and slammed the other across my face. It hurt so bad you couldn't imagine, but I was too exhausted to show it. It was only a tiny tear that fell from my eye that could possibly show the state I was in. He lifted my face once again, and glided a small blade down my cheek.

"You see this? I'm gonna cut you every time you deny me the truth, so you BETTER. START. TALKING!!" He whispered the first part, and screamed the last three words into my face, so my ears ringed, more than they already did. I closed my eyes, and let my lip tremble slightly. He let go, and my head fell down again. He then hunkered down in front of me. He slowly spread my legs, and drove his hand up my thigh. He stopped right before reaching a place I only wanted one person in this world to touch. He then placed the blade on my skin and drove it back down my thigh, creating a stinging and gruesome pain. My voice wasn't there, but my breathing became really rapid, and a tiny whimper escaped my mouth. Through the hair hanging down my face, I could see the blood stream out down my leg, and a smug grin on his face. Is this what my life has become? He caught my eyes, and raised his eyebrows signaling for me to start talking, but I didn't say anything. He then stood up and slowly dug the blade over my collarbone, creating another cut.

"You're only asking for it." He said. I looked deep into his eyes, and said absolutely nothing. He without hurry grazed my cheek with the sharp blade, but I still kept my mouth closed. Not that I had something to hide, but I didn't know what to tell him. Right when he held the blade over the thigh he hadn't cut in, an unbearably loud alarm started. He quickly stood up, and turned to the door, but then turned back to me. I could see is fist tighten, and he then swung it right to my eye. The punch was so hard, the chair fell to the side and broke. I could hardly open my eyes, but I saw him run out and as soon as the door closed behind him it blew in with him. His head was cracked up, and he was definitely dead. Dust was in the air around the doorframe, but I could see a big shadow run towards me. I physically couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, but I could hear a voice I recognized.

"Oh god what did they do to you." I could hear Tony say, as he desperately felt around my pulse.

"Audrey, can you hear me?" Peter asked with a panicked clang in his voice, as he held around my head.

I could faintly hear more and more voices gather around me including Thor, Natasha, Loki, and Clint. Someone pulled my upper body up, and hugged me. It was a tight hug, and I could smell it was Peter. They all became quiet, probably thinking I was dead.

"Please wake up." Peter whispered, as he cried into my dirty hair. I couldn't move and barely think, but in some crazy way I managed to sob one time, and as soon as he heard, he pulled me out, I opened my eyes slightly, and when he saw he pulled me in again, hugging me even tighter and brushing through my hair with his fingers.

"You're okay," He whispered.

"She needs help, let me take her." I heard Tony say, and Peter let me go. Tony picked me up in his arms. That's when I stopped remembering.