Somewhere Along the Way... (Loki x Reader)

I Will Fight It...

Fear cuts deeper than any sword, blade or knife ever could. I had witnessed this first hand but I kept telling myself I was strong. Strong enough to keep going, not that it made the fear go away. It had become as much a part of my day as the torture and the testing had.

I only thought I had known what it meant to be afraid when I had been with Jackson and he turned on me, but how wrong I was. This, this was next level.

For the next month I had been subjected to numerous forms of torture. They pushed my body, and when it didn't respond to the torture they continued injecting me with more serums. Testing my body's pain threshold relentlessly, they were determined to break me. Break my body, break my mind, break my spirit and break my soul. But I wouldn't let them. I couldn't, I had too much to live for.

The questions were always the same; What was I? Why was I protecting them? What did I know? Was there anything they could use against them? The list continued.

They tried relentlessly to get the information about the Avengers from me every single day, but I refused to give them anything, no matter how bad the punishment. I would die first before I would ever betray them. No matter how scared or how much pain I was in.

So in return for my defiance I was tortured harder, I could tell my time was running out. Rumlow was beginning to grow tired of my charade and honestly I was petrified of what he would do next to me. He had already tried to make advances on me but I had mustered up all the strength I had left to make sure he wouldn't get the satisfaction of it. At this point though, they had used every torture method they could without killing me. So really what was left?

"Why are the serums not working on her?!" Rumlow shouted at the man in the white coat as he paced the room, his arms locked behind his rigid back.

"I...I don't know sir, maybe it needs to be under certain circumstances her body will finally accept it and it will kick in." He stammered.

"How many more types of pain and punishment can we subject her too?! Do you not think we have been trying you imbecile!" He rubbed his temples as he continued to pace up and down the floor, suddenly coming to a halt in front of me. "Fine." He growled, leaning down to look me in the eyes to gauge my reaction, "Up the torture, I want some sort of reaction and soon! Push her to her limits!" He shouted at the guards, before turning his attention on me like a predator sizing up its prey. He grabbed my face forcing me to look at him his grip was painful as his fingernails dug into the skin on my cheeks. "You will be mine Baby girl, one way or another I can promise you that. If I was you though I would start praying to all those Gods that the serum kicks in soon." Rumlow's laugh was wicked. Pure evil. It sent a chill right through my body. With that he forcefully kissed my lips, I fought with all my force to tear my face away from his grip and his lips. "Still so feisty Baby let's see how long you can make it last." He grinned before disappearing out of the room.

Of course they started again with the easier stuff, putting me in a dark room and then blinding me with lights, nothing. They left me in a white room for a week staring at white walls, ceilings, everything, white. Nothing. They tried to starve me and keep water from me.

Nothing.

Next came the beatings, it didn't matter how hard they hit me I always smiled at them, laughed in their faces. It was a coping mechanism I had adapted even though I knew it pissed them off. What made it worse for them was I had began healing quickly again, the serum wasn't completely failing me.

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They had ripped my tags from my neck the day before and now my neck felt helpless without them, but my ring was still there, just always out of reach. I heard Rumlow tell one of the guards to keep the tags, he had a plan for them. What exactly, I wasn't sure.