She's Just A Kid~ W.M.

Are you with me

Deep down in the ocean, in the Raft prison, Wanda Maximoff was being held in a cell. The air was cold and harsh against her bruised skin. She struggled to get up for a few minutes, but soon gave up, staying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Her position didn't matter anyways, everything hurt. She hasn't been comfortable for days now, only dreaming about the comfort that Natasha had always brought her. But comfort was something that would stay in her dreams because the cold cement floor of her cell was her reality now. Comfort was an illusion, one she had learned long ago not to chase. The air was so cold, her breath was visible from the dim shards of light that shone through the door, tantalizing the witch for a bigger taste of light in any form.

But the only time where there would be more light was when the door was open. And she didn't want the door to open. She whimpered weakly when the door was pushed open, her sight blurred from both, the brightness and tears. Wanda curled up into a small ball in attempt to hide from the shadow that came along with the light, ignoring the searing pain that came along with rubbing her injuries across the rough ground. She tried to stay strong, to not let them get what they wanted. But she knew that she wouldn't last any longer. She was falling apart, more rapidly than she would like to admit.

The shadows pulled her out of her cell again, ignoring her cries of pain in the process. She was tied down on a table once again, the shadows were encircling her like their pray. Their hands were roughly roaming over her curves, making her flinch every time they touched a cut.

"Please don't do this to me" she sobbed which she only earned another electroshock through her collar for. Her back arched up from the metal table begore it crashed down again. Tears spilled from her eyes as she screamed out in pain.

After that her body went numb. The Raft guards used her relentlessly for their satisfaction. Wanda didn't even try to fight back. Maybe the old Wanda would have fought it, would have left this place a while ago. But she had learned that it would be quicker that way. There was no escape. There was only a shell of who she used to be and the guards. If she would have fought them, it would hurt even more in the end. She had learned that the hard way.

Not fighting back may have been a good decision in order to prevent her from more physical pain, but it undeniably increased the mental pain. The physical pain was bad, of course, but knowing that she originally would be able to stop the sexual abuse hurt more. She hated herself for letting them do that to her. But who was she to fight back? They had a fair reason to punish her. At least that's what she believed after days.

A belt dropped from one guards pants, landing in his hands in a swift movement. Soon the belt made contact with her back. He hit her right were the fresh cuts were still bleeding on her back. Wanda whimpered weakly.

"Come on, I want to hear you scream"

He hit her again, this time with more force, making her scream in anguish.
Her screams were music to their ears.

"It's your own fault that you're here. You're a monster. A monster that deserves all this pain." one of the guards said while he roughly grabbed her face.

Another guard sat on top of her. He pulled at her hair, so his mouth was right next to her ear.

"It's your fault Ultron was created. It's your fault your twin brother died. You're the one to blame for everyone that died in Lagos. The accords are your fault, too. A monster like you deserves nothing but pain and punishment. You don't have any human rights anymore. You're only a weapon, a weapon of mass destruction" he taunted her in a mocking way.