Playing with fire ( Female Y/N x Natasha x Wanda)

Chapter Twenty: "сучка"

Madame B. first started by asking you simple questions, which obviously you refused to answer. She asked about your family, where they lived, how you grew up.

"Nothing? Really? They are pretty easy questions, no?" she said bringing herself level to your face, you stared at her blankly,

"Alright y/n, have it your way" she got up, turning away from you and nodding towards the two guys sitting at the table opposite you, they both nodded back and got up, and started heading towards you,

"Great" you muttered under your breath, the walked straight past you and over to a small table on wheels, they wheeled it over to you, and it had a selection of choice objects, taser guns, knives, crowbar and something you couldn't out of the corner of your eye, but you could smell it, gasoline. You did think they were a stupid bringing gasoline near you, but they must have faith in the restraints.

"Are you sure you don't want to be more compliant?"

"Why do this? This won't get you anything" you bit back at her,

"I want to break you" she said smiling, the two men moved in front of you holding knives, the smaller one had pasty skin and a buzz-cut, you could see the tattoos protruding out of the sleeves of his top, he moved closer to you putting the knife to your cheek, he didn't smile or look sorry, just a stern look on his face as he cut your face, you tried so hard not to scream, almost breaking your teeth as you clenched them together,

"Boss, she isn't healing" the taller man said, making Madame B turn on her heel, her high heels clicking against the floor as she made her way over,

"The restraints are combating her fire power, that is what is used to heal you, correct?" you nodded your head once,

"Do you want us to keep going?" he said confused,

"Yes"

*

You were brought into a room, it had a bed with no sheets, a toilet and a sink, it was clean but basic, you looked up and saw a single light and some ceiling fans, your hands and feet were in restraints and the guards left you standing alone, looking at your new room, a far cry from what your bedroom in the Compound was. You looked down at your restraints, and the blood still on your clothes and arms, you hopped over to the sink trying to clean up some of the cuts across your body, you then made your way over to the bed, and flopped down on it, the mattress was lumpy and stiff, you couldn't really do much expect for look at the ceiling, and that's when the fans all turned on, making the room much cooler, there must be something wrong, you got up and again, hopped your way over to the door, banging on it to get someone's attention, you shouted and banged until someone slid open the small window slot on the door,

"What?"

"It is cold in here, is there a reason the all the fans are on"

"It's the air conditioning units"

"Yeah but I am freezing"

Without replying he closed the small slot, you started to shiver at the cold, not being too familiar with the feeling lately, it wasn't long before your teeth started chattering and you could see your breath in the air. You weren't sure how long it had been since the fans turned on but minutes felt like hours, at some point the fans turned off, and a guard walked into the room,

"Let's go" he said, you didn't move, instead you kept shivering in place on the bed, he grabbed you by the arm forcing you onto your feet, and pulled you out of the room, you were brought to the same place as the day before, the water tight door, the two men, Madame B. and the table full of tools.