Stark's Shadow (Peter Parker X Reader Stark's Daughter)

Chapter 10: The Torture Begins

Y/N's POV

Man does my head hurt. I tried to open my eyes and look around but the lights were way too bright causing my vision to get blurry. Why is my head wet? I tried lifting up my hand to feel my head, but realized they were tied behind my back. After I regained my vision, I looked around to see where I was. I was tied to a chair in the middle of a concrete floor room with cinder block walls. There were no windows, just what looked like a steel door, and were those dents with blood splattered on it?

I looked down and realized the neck of my shirt was soaked in blood. I concluded from the wetness of my forehead and the feeling of dried blood on my neck, my head was definitely injured.

Where am I? I tried shifting into a shadow to get out of the ropes, but I was way too weak. I knew screaming would be useless so why waste my energy? I squirmed trying to wiggle my hands free, but the ropes we so tight they had started cutting into my skin. I tried rocking the chair, so it would fall over, hopefully loosening the ropes around my feet.

After about ten minutes of struggling and relentless rocking, the chair fell over with a crash. I lay there silent, hoping no one heard. Shortly after I heard heavy footsteps, walking down the hall towards the room I was in. I didn't dare move or even breathe.

Something metal slammed against the outside of the door, making me jump in fright. The door flew open.

What or who entered, I could barely believe my eyes. An average height man with dark, greasy, and stringy long hair, empty ghostly looking eyes, and scariest of all a metal arm. I didn't know whether his arm was incased in metal or his whole arm was metal, I didn't care though. Either way it was freaky.

Suddenly it dawned on me who this was. I had crept downstairs one night and heard my dad, Steve, and Nat talking about a man with a metal arm, rumored to have been assassinating people for upwards of 50 years. They called him the Winter Soldier.

"Is my doll trying to escape?" He asked with a malicious smirk on his face. "We wouldn't want that, would we? You see you have something, or I guess a lot of things we want, so because you're so valuable if you tried to escape I would have to...well punish you, I guess. I'm afraid that's not what a pretty and practical girl like you would want, right?" He asked as he bent down and softly grabbed my chin and stroked my hair.

I jerked my face away from him, hitting my injured head on the ground, sending pain shooting from my head through my whole body.

With unmatched ease, he lifted my chair up front the ground and set it back upright in the middle of the room.

He squatted down to me level and looked me in the eyes, while moving the hair out of my face with his hand of flesh.

"Get your hands of me you filthy rat!" I spit in his face.

Clearly annoyed, he wiped the spit away and went back to staring in my eyes. I felt those lifeless eyes staring almost into my soul. "A lady doesn't spit in people's faces you know. I don't want much. I promise. You're Tony Starks daughter, right?"

I remained silent, determined not to say anything that he could use against me or my family or anyone.

"Please,come, on I don't want to hurt you," he pleaded almost mockingly. He leaned close to my face and whispered in my ear, "but I will, if you don't answer me, so please don't make me hurt you. It would be such a loss for such a beautiful thing such as yourself go to waste...for absolutely nothing."

Despite his threats, I still remained quiet.

"Well then, you've made your choice," he said as he laced his cold metal hand around my throat. With each second he gripped tighter, and tighter, till I could no longer breathe and I started to get lightheaded and my vision blurred.