Bechloe Oneshots

Vengeance

TW: knives, taser, torture.

Chloe looked around the room through tired eyes. She felt dizzy, unsteady on her feet. Her hands were tied, chained to the ceiling. The blouse she was wearing was pulled up, her bare abdomen exposed to the cold, musty air of the cellar she was locked in. Her look fell to the metal door in front of her. It had a little window in the middle. Through the window, Chloe could see a long, poorly lit hallway. At the end of the hallway, a door opened, and a dark figure started walking towards her. Chloe's heart began to race. Instinctively she pulled on the chains, trying to get away. As the figure came closer, Chloe's breathing quickened. The door opened and a man stepped into the flickering light of the room. Chloe didn't dare to move. She was frozen to the spot, like a deer in the headlights of a car. She just stared at her keeper. He wasn't wearing a mask or anything to hide his identity. He came closer and traced his hand over Chloe's skin, walking around her in a circle. He stopped in front of her, reaching into his pants, pulling out a knife. Chloe's eyes widened, tears involuntarily flowing from them. She wanted to scream, cry for help, but the leather gag in her mouth prevented her from doing so.

"When I'm done with you, she'll sing like a little bird." His deep voice echoed in Chloe's ears. She had no idea who he was talking about.

He put the knife away and went into one corner of the room. There was a hose mounted to the wall. He pointed the hose at Chloe and opened the valve next to the wall mount. An ice-cold gush of water hit her body, drenching her clothes and her orange curls. Water was dripping from her body to the floor beneath her. He opened the valve again, leaving it open. A hard jet of water hit Chloe's stomach. He let the water jet travel from her stomach to her chest, water splashing into her face.

Meanwhile Beca's blue orbs were glued to the screen in front of her. She was tied to a chair, cuts on her arms and legs. She had dried blood under her nose, a black eye and a cut in her bottom lip. What she had to see on the screen in front of her, was hard to endure. Her old partner from the army was holding her old friend from college hostage. He had just put down the hose and pulled out the knife from his pants.

"No! No! Please! No!" Beca cried out. She had always had feelings for the redheaded woman with the vibrant, piercing blue eyes. She never told her before she went to serve in the army, but she told her old partner at some point. She shouldn't have done that; she realized that now. He was tracing the knife over Chloe's abdomen, not leaving any cuts yet. Beca wriggled wildly in her chair, her rage boiling inside her.

He stopped tracing Chloe's body with the knife and cut her stomach diagonally from her right side towards her belly button. Blood dripped from the knife when he removed it from Chloe's skin. He didn't wait before doing the exact same thing a few inches lower. Chloe groaned in pain while he had a grin plastered on his face.

Tears were falling from Beca's eyes. She couldn't give him what he wanted. She also couldn't let him do this to Chloe. After the third cut on Chloe's stomach, he left. The door closed with a loud bang.

Chloe looked down at her stomach, a few drops of blood still running down to the hem of her jeans. Her arms were numb and cold, her legs weak from carrying her weight. She had no idea what was going on.

"How do like that, Mitchell?" He asked, slamming the door to the room open, where he kept Beca.

"If you hurt her again, I'll kill you!" Beca hissed.

"Oh, Beca. I don't have to do this. Just tell me the code and I won't harm her anymore." He was talking about a military code he needed to access a file from 8 years ago. He was trying to get his vengeance on Beca.

"I won't give it to you." Beca stated.

"Ok, then." He answered coldly and left.

The next day, Beca woke up to pain-distorted cries. Her eyes shot open and she looked at the screen to see her old partner and Chloe again. He stubbed out a cigarette on her arm, just to light the next and do it all over again.