Our own little family

Chapter 10: Don't allow the ghosts in

Warning: Mild language.

"Stop staring." The guard spat, turning to face you.

You shrugged, leaning back against the cold wall, "I don't see a rule that says no staring. Or a law. Or paperwork. So I can stare however long I want, asshat."

The guard growled under his breath, he didn't dare move from his posted spot unless absolutely necessary. You've been counting your days you've been trapped in that cell, which was 4 weeks. You were underground between Ukraine and Russia, so you've heard. They fed you but only so much as a peice of bread and a banana, you were getting skinner by the minute. It didn't faze you though, as much as you didn't like or want to admit it, you've been in this state before. Your first home when you were almost 9.

"So," You started, puckering your lips as you looked twoards the guard again, "How's it going?"

"Shut up." The guard ordered, looking over at you briefly.

You sighed, "What even is this place? Like, do they pay you or is this volunteer work? 'Cause if it's volunteer work you stepped into the wrong spot good sir."

The guard smacked his hand against the black bars letting a loud ring sound throughout your sensitive ears. You didn't show your pain, you never did.

"Я сказал, заткнись!" The guard shouted, turning back to his position. (I said shut up!)

"У тебя после этого болит рука?" You asked, catching him by surprise, "Потому что мой бы." (Does your hand hurt after that?/ Because mine would.)

"Is everything alright over here?" A voice sounded, coming from around the corner.

The guard immediately tensed, turning to face the person speaking, "Yes sir. Everything's fine."

"Actually!" You cut in, standing up, "Everything's not okay! What's a girl gotta do to get a decent meal around here? I mean come on, if you want me to live where's the Chick-fil-A?"

The guard hissed under his breath. A harsh slap landed to his right cheek, his head snapping twoards your direction. You sucked your teeth, wincing at the sound of skin on skin contact. You saw the person speaking step out of the shadows, his grey suit on, his hair almost slicked back, and the never ending wrinkles around his face.

"That was for you." Peirce sighed, pulling his sleeves up, "Since I can't necessarily get to you right now, I did it to him. But just play pretend for right now."

"If you wanted to hit me so bad when didn't you just step in the cage?" You smirked, "What? Scared, pussy?"

He hummed, "No, not at all. Besides, it'll get real enough for you in a few minutes. Don't worry."

You furrowed your brows, unsure of what Peirce was talking about. He snapped his fingers, calling in his guards, and they rushed to open the cell doors for him. You clenched your jaw, fully prepared to fight him or any of them if necessary. But, no harm came to you. Instead, he stood before you and stared you down, his eyes boring into your soul.

"What? Is there something in my hair?" You quipped, running your hands through your hair.

Peirce chuckled, roughly grabbing your arm, "No, not at all, Princess."

Your eyes widened. You kneed him in his stomach, making him groan in pain and drop to his knees. His men came in and grabbed each of your arms, forcing you to stand before their leader.

"Don't ever call me that again." You spoke, your eyes cold and dangerous.

"You've got some fire in you." Peirce breathed, standing up, "That'll be put to good use as well. Get her preped. She's about to become a good little girl in more ways than one."

You cringed as the agents dragged you to a room, "That sounds wrong in so many ways!"

"Oh trust me," He smirked, "I don't need you that bad. Just enough to help me with my plan, then I can throw you in with the rest of the useless toys."

You growled, your arms and legs strapped down to a metal like chair. Your back hit the cold material and you shivered. The last agent strapped down your chest and backed up and out of the room, you were left with the guy you saw at the mall and Peirce. Before you could get any type of smart remark out, there was a buzz behind you. An electrical like buzz. As the machine started up, a whirring sound screeched through your ears, the cringe reached your spine, and you shivered again. The plates on the machine attached to your head, the needles sticking in your skull just enough to feel a spark of pain shoot through you.

The agent by Peirce turned up the volume, the electricity could be felt throughout your entire body as you screamed. You tried to rip off the restraints and get your head out the machine, but it only made your fear worse since you could do nothing but sit there. Your screams echoed throughout the empty halls. After what felt like hours, they let you go. The plates removed themselves from you and you let your head drop, exhaustion and pain was what you felt.

"Did it work?" A voice rang out, your ears perked up.

"She's young. Her mind isn't as hard as the others, but, I made sure it wasn't easy. She lasted the entire 20 minutes, sir." Another voice responded, Soldier like.

"Let's test that, hm?"

Footsteps echoed around you until they stopped right infront of you. A hand was placed under your chin, lifting you up to see who it was. An old wrinkly man, you felt like you've seen him before, deep down in your brain you know you knew him.

"What's your name?" He asked, inspecting you.

You panted, looking at him directly, ".....N-name? I-I don't....my name? What's my name?"

"Who's your father?" He questioned, ignoring your own.

You furrowed your brows, "Father? What father?"

The man smiled creepily, letting go of your chin and harshly letting your head drop down again. Your brain was pounding against your skull, it hurt to even think about who the man was infront of you. Were these people your home? Where are you? Who was he? What's your name? How come you couldn't remember your name?

"Perfect. Now, don't let that waste. I'm tired enough as it is to look at her, train her and use her. She's to be sent out in a week."

"Yes, sir."

The man left, leaving you alone with the other guy who was standing behind him.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, Soldier. A lot of fun."

You grimaced under his eye, huffing out a breath as he dragged you out your cell.