Stones and Glass Houses (Book 1)

🕷(71.5) Captivity

Brooklyn POV-

(This is a little graphic, if you don't like needles too much proceed with caution! You have been warned)

Brook felt as if she were waking up from a dream. Only her head felt like someone had thrown a boulder on it and she couldn't move her arms. 

That feeling of paralysis made the Stark think this was likely a nightmare, a memory of her days in the Red Room when she'd been strapped down for her yearly dose of painful medicine meant to prepare her for torture in the real world.

There were voices around her, speaking in Russian she could barely make out.

But the pain felt...real, he body truly weak. It wasn't until she recalled the fight back in her apartment that Brooklyn realized this was no dream, it was her nightmares coming to life.

Despite her panic, Brook waited until the voices faded slightly to open her tired eyes, only to be met with the sight of a cave like structure made of metal, dripping with water in some places. It was filled with crates of medical equipment, no doubt some weapons as well if this truly was the Red Room.

Brooklyn wanted to curse as she realized that the paralysis, or rather extreme weakness of her body, was not due to restrains at all. There was a metal stand beside her, with bag full of blood that was still dripping in from the vein at her arm.

There were others in the metal table beside her, bags of her blood as Brooklyn was being bled to death. A fitting punishment to not only keep her weak, but to make her suffer.

She was cold in her simple ensemble of black jeans and a t-shirt, no one had bothered with blankets for the prisoner it seemed. Maybe they were mad she almost killed two of the back in her apartment.

Had she actually killed them, then maybe Brooklyn wouldn't be here...

The voices around her picked up then, so Brooklyn was quick to close her eyes as their deep voices began saying things in Russian more clearly. Past her massive headache, Brook heard something about subject...sedatives.

They were going to sedate her again...

This had to be Ivan's orders. Sure, they would bleed her to the brink of death, then they'd sedate her, hand her limp body to Ivan, and then the true torture would commence.

The Stark only had a few seconds to panic before she let her training take over, if she was going to escape, she needed to be smart about it.

Pretending to be asleep, the teen waited until she was sure someone was about to inject her with the sedative before summoning all her energy, taking the syringe and stabbing the guy before her.

The small room burst into chaos instantly.

Brook reached out for the other syringes on the table by her makeshift bed, then with weakened limbs, ran along the length of her bed and jumped down on the other four men in black jumpsuits.

She was pleased to see they had not been able to grab their weapons as she knocked them all unconscious with a dose each. The movement had cost her, Brooklyn was groaning at the pain in her arm where she was still connected to the bags.

In one swift movement, the teen puled the needle out, then out of spite and anger, she took the time to get all the blood bags and thew them into the small furnace in the corner of the space.