Twisted in Ties (Loki x OC)

Chapter 74

Izetta's POV

"Yeah, take some more. I wanna try something else. Let's see if it works, huh?"

"Please, stop!!" 

"Oh, relax. I'm not gonna kill you. You're useful!"

"Stop it!!" I woke up with a scream, shaking and instantly trying to run for my life, but I was caught by something.

"No! No scream! Calm! Hulk here!" I was shaking and sweating as I gripped onto him, still in my Amalgamate form. Tears streamed down my face as he tried to help me calm down. I tried to breathe, but I just cried harder. My heart was racing and I couldn't feel my legs or my hands from shaking so bad. Not to mention I had been losing my strength for months now thanks to all the shit that lunatic put me through.

I eventually calmed down and Hulk set me down. I was at least glad that I had found a friend. Hulk liked me, even if I didn't really know why. He was always aggressive with everyone else and he told me that there was 'no Banner', but I knew Bruce was still in there somewhere. I just didn't know how to get him out. I tried to do what Nat had, but it didn't really work as well. He just yelled at me and then stormed around. Of course, when he's started throwing things I had gotten scared since my head wasn't really on straight and he'd stopped, realizing that he'd been scaring me.

To explain, I've been here for months. Or, at least, what I could tell had been months. The first two months had been filled with experiments, bringing back all of my most horrid repressed memories. They had tried to take my crystal, but once I told them that would kill me, they stopped. Then, they started trying to extract its magic. That had been agony for me. I could still hear myself screaming long after I had been too weak to even speak. 

Then, they had switched to extracting my blood. I still had bruises all over my body from the needles. I had lost so much weight and I was too paranoid to eat much anymore. I was constantly shaking whenever any of the people of this place were around. I was on edge and terrified every second. I barely got any sleep and I couldn't think straight about nearly anything. There was no way out of here and I was trapped. Not to mention the unfortunate fact that Hulk didn't want to leave. That only made it harder.

Hulk had a new opponent. He was going to fight them that night. But he wanted me to watch. I told him I couldn't come because of my device. However, that had made him upset, which in turn scared me again since he started yelling and storming around. But he'd gotten what he wanted. I was going to be put in a special caged booth above everything to watch.

When the fight arrived, they put an electronic muzzled and chain on me that would make my head feel like it was being smashed in with a boulder if I resisted. I hadn't shown anyone my other forms, refusing to change just in case I would ever have a chance to escape. I was brought to the booth and pushed inside as the door shut behind me. I growled, but I sat down, watching as the event began.

Thor's POV

*Meanwhile*

"Odin, I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla where the brave shall live forever. Nor shall we mourn but rejoice-"

"-for those that have died the glorious death." I heard a voice join mine as I spoke. I turned and saw my brother. I sat down, leaning against the wall.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Being lied to. Being told you're one thing and then learning it's all a fiction." I picked up a stone and threw it at his illusion. He chuckled a bit as it went through him. "You didn't think I'd really come and see you, did you? This place is disgusting." I threw another stone. "Does this mean you don't want my help?" I tossed the stone in my hand as he tried to explain himself. "Look, I couldn't jeopardize my position with Grandmaster, it took me time to win his trust. He's a lunatic, but he can be amenable." I tossed another stone, not interested in his excuses. "What I'm telling you is you could join me at the Grandmaster's side. Perhaps, in time, an accident befalls the Grandmaster, and then..." He gestured to me, and then himself, before gesturing upward with his thumbs, signifying that we would escape here together.