The new era begins (natasha x female reader)

Chapter 4

Y/N

I woke up chained to a cold metal chair covered in blood. My hands are tied behind my back and my feet are tied together. My whole body ached, and burned. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, which I think since I've been beaten up pretty badly it's rather accurate. It is cold and dark, there is only a small dim light on the ceiling. It was a pretty small room. I think that it was not bigger than 8m^2.The only thing in the room was this chair with me on it. I was shivering making my body even more sore. My breath hitched with every rise and fall of my chest. My vision was still a bit blurry but getting better with the seconds. I had no idea where I was and no way out of these chains. Besides I would be surprised if I could manage to stand up with all of my injuries. I looked around trying to figure out what to do next.

I have no I idea what time it is or for how long I've been out. There is no clock or window. I've been sitting here for what feels like hours. My mouth and lips are very dry. I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded, I can feel the dehydration setting in. I tried to wiggle out of the cuffs but these only cut deeper into my skin, causing them to bleed slightly. The door swung open, blinding me with the bright light, before a silhouette appeared in the doorway. The man closed the door behind him and walked up to me. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Daniel Whitehall" the man spoke with a strict German accent. "You have something we want". "And what would that be Danielle" I said mocking his name. "Now don't play stupid with me miss Y/L/N. We know you've been doing research on one of our experiments" Whitehall said. I had no idea what experiment he was referring to but I understood that he wanted to know more about the MRS. I also knew that whatever I did this man was never getting the information he wanted. I learned never to trust anybody, besides his man had just beaten me up, like hell I was going to help them. "I don't know what you're talking about, and even if I did I would never help you" I smiled, but his face remained unreadable, no expression whatsoever. "It was clever of you to encrypted your notes. We just need you to give us the information we need to decipher it." he spoke, his voice staying terrifyingly calm.

"And what makes you think that I will give that to you?".
"Make no mistake miss Y/N, we will get those codes, whether you help us or not. However we do have ways to make you talk". On that note two other men entered the room. One of them hit me across the face, I wanted to scream in pain, but I didn't give them that satisfaction. They untied me and dragged me across the floor. "Discovery requires experimentation" Whitehall said with a repulsive smirk. My body was too weak to fight back. They took me to another small and messy room, this one had a giant metal tub in the middle of it and another metal chair beside it, the room smelt like a sewer. They threw me in the chair no even bothering to tie me down. "How do we decrypt your work" a man yelled. I just kept my mouth shut. The man lunged and crashed his fist down on my jaw, after he kicked me in my stomach, causing the chair to move back a bit . "How do we decrypt your work", I was suborn, really headstrong, but it got harder and harder to keep my mouth shut with every punch landing on my already aching body.

Another right hook landed on my face, hitting me right out of the chair, slamming to the ground. The man had stopped bothering to ask me to decipher my work, They were just enjoying beating me up at this point. After I slammed to the ground the man left the room, leaving me a bleeding mess on the ground. I couldn't move my muscles were on fire, it felt like I was burning from the inside out. My eye was swollen shut, and the metallic tased of my own blood made me feel sick. I wondered how long it would take me to bleed out like this. That is when I started throwing up blood, emptying my hole stomach on the floor and partially on myself. I was so cold, I tried to hug my knees to my chest in a pathetic attempt to keep myself somewhat warm. I lead here a few hours thinking about how no one would know that I was gone.

Fitz and Simmons were nice but I don't think we were close enough for them to notice that I went missing. I don't really have anybody, I was mostly just me growing up. My parents threw me out the house at 8 and making friends with people my own age never really worked out. I was always too smart for them so they would just ignore me or bully me. I lived from money I made selling homework and taken exams for other people. I got caught a few times, the cops would always yell at me and sent me to some group home. But I always ended up getting into more trouble and being either kick out or left on my own. I hated the governmen for being so shity in helping foster kids, but never really found anybody to blame but myself. The sound of the door opening scared me out of my thoughts. A young girl walked up to me whit a first aid kit and started to attend my wounds. The rubbing alcohol hurt like a bitch but it was better to be safe than sorry, seeing that I was laying on a disgusting floor drenched in my own blood, and how knows what else, I was glad that she was thorough. I was whimpering softly with every touch. The girl didn't say one word the whole time she was in here putting bandage after bandage on my cuts and bruises. I wondered how it was possible that I didn't had any broken bones, Yet. "t-thank you" I whispered as she got up to leave, "pain only makes you stronger" was all she said before leaving me all alone again.

I have no idea how long I've been lying here but I must have fallen asleep. The sound of the heavy metal door opening must have woken me up. Whitehall walked in standing tall with his hand behind his back followed by one of the guards. "Good morning miss Y/L/N, are you ready to talk now?" he spoke, his face staying emotionless. I had pushed myself of the ground, now sitting with my back against the wall. My throat was still too dry to talk, so I just shook my head in protest. Whitehall looked to the side and nodded to his man. He walked up to me grabbing me by my arms and dragging me towards the tub. "you look filthy, lest clean you up" he said, shoving my head in the water. I grabbed the age of the tub trying to push myself up but he just pushed me down harder. The lack of sleep, food and water made me go out of breath quickly. When he finally pulled me back up, I gasped for air. Before I could completely fill my lungs with fresh air my head was shoved back into the water. He kept repeating this over and over, every time leaving me on the verge of drowning. I tried to hold on to the words the little girl said, 'pain only makes you stronger'. I could feel myself slip in and out of consciousness every single time. Sometimes when he pulled me up I would throw up, in a hopeless attempt to clear my long of all the water that was gathering in there. I went on for hours until I couldn't take it anymore and I finally passed out completely.

A/N

Thank you again for reading my story, I hope you are enjoying it. Let me know what you think in the comments, don't be shy to leave a message. Personally I'm quite happy with this chapter, I rewrote it a few times, but I think it gives a good images of Y/N while being tortured. As always any ideas are welcome, as I do not yet know where I want this story to end.

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