promise - b. barnes

ready her

(warning: mentions of rape, suicidal thoughts, mentions of abuse, acts of abuse [both physical and emotional], blood)

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MEANWHILE IN SOME-PART OF RUSSIA...

"Is she ready?" Pierce walks side by side with Emily as she flips through papers.

"For?"

Pierce smacks the back of Emily's head making her yell out in pain. "For her procedure damnit. Has she been complying with Killian and our orders? Is she ready to comply?" He stops in the middle of the dark hallway and turns to face his daughter, giving her a intimidating look.

Emily sighs and turns to her father "Nope." She says popping the 'p'.

Pierce lowers his head and shakes it slowly before nodding and chuckling darkly.

He looks and nods his head toward the end of the hallway, where y/n's loud yells and pleads can barely be heard thru the thick walls and steel door.

"Well...lets get this over with."

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Y/N'S POINT OF VIEW

I want this to be over.

I had my whole life ahead of me and couldn't imagine anything that could get in my way.

I would be with James.

Maybe get married.

Have kids.

Have our own home.

Maybe get a dog.

But, slowly, my entire world, everything I thought I knew, began to unravel and fall apart.

It was the darkest, loneliest feeling I've ever encountered and ever felt...and this is Hydra we are talking about here.

Everyday...a new bruise, beating, maybe a cut or stab or two. A new man to come take out his frustrations on me, or even, just find pleasure.

They used me like a doll.

But I'm not their doll.

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You lay on the floor with blood dripping from...well lets say your lower region. Scars and cuts all on your arm and bruises everywhere visible.

The room is dark aside from the windows high above , almost touching the ceiling.

There is no bathroom. Just a bed with a (surprisingly) good mattress. But thats it, just a bed where your worst nightmares happened.

"How the hell did I end up here?" You ask yourself everyday but never receiving an answer.

The doors suddenly creek open to reveal Pierce and Emily standing there with clipboards and a file.

You roll your eyes before trying to sit up, but failing due to the wounds in your side.

Killian laughs from the bathroom after cleaning himself from...well your previous inappropriate activities they you gave no consent to.

But do they care? No.

"Miss y/l/n, are you ready to comply?" Pierce asks for the 100th time this week...month? year?...You don't even know anymore. You lost track after one week.

You mutter up a smart remark, but it never comes up. You are too nervous to speak.

Being assaulted again is not on your to-do list. If anything is on that list, its being rescued and being with James again.

James.

You nod your head slowly, not wanting to reply in fear of the answer.

Pierce sighs before looking at his two kids and nods.

"Ready her." Is all he says but it sends you into a spiral.

You break out in cold sweat as Emily walks towards you and lets her brother drag you.

You scream to the top of your lungs but its no effort whatsoever. You cry until your eyes are forced to close so they can clear your vision.

James.

As they place you back on the familiar doctor bed that you have gotten used to over the while , and after they strap you down, you start to shake shudder from knowledge of what is about to happen as your clothes are ripped off and you hear a sharping knife in the distance.

James.