PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
[based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe]
This is the story of Forsaken, a skilled and trained assassin who works for Hydra until she is rescued by Shield. She tries to find her old memori...
Alice existed in a blurred passage of time within Hydra's clutches, the duration of her captivity stretching into months. The routine of torture became a harrowing constant, a daily descent into a realm of agony orchestrated by her sadistic tortures. Sometimes, they didn't bother questioning her about Bucky, they simply rejoiced in relentless torment, savouring her screams and pleas for him.
However, a peculiar adaptation unfolded within Alice. Over these torturous months, she learned to dissociate from the impending pain. The moment she entered what they ominously referred to as 'the playroom', she disengaged from her physical self, a survival mechanism to endure the impending brutality.
"What's wrong with her?" one of the tormentors asked. "Is she sleeping with her eyes open or something?" He cautiously approached and checked her pulse. "She's breathing, so she's alive."
"Forget about it, she'll wake up one way or another. Let's just begin," the other dismissed, retrieving a knife from the table.
As the men carried out the torture, Alice displayed no reaction. Not a scream, not a wince – nothing.
"What the fuck is happening?" one of them exclaimed, gazing at her vacant expression. "It's like she doesn't feel anything. Do you think it has something to do with her powers?"
"Maybe," the other replied, undeterred. "But let's keep going. She'll break one way or another."
Meanwhile, within the confines of her own mind, Alice existed in a surreal trance, as if she were navigating through a dream world to escape the brutality of her reality.
"Honey, I'm home!" a man's voice echoed from another room. Startled, Alice looked around and found herself in a spacious kitchen, busily preparing dinner. The most astonishing revelation was the noticeable bump on her belly – she was pregnant. "Where are you, Alice?"
"In the kitchen, babe!" she responded automatically, as if the words were not of her own choosing. "Dinner is almost ready!"
Suddenly, a pair of hands encircled her waist, and warm lips pressed against her neck. "I have missed you, my love," the man whispered as he kissed her.
