That night felt like she was in hell.
After the punishment, Doctor Terries dragged and threw her into another cell. Her jumper was flung in after her before he shut the door and locked it with an echoing click. It took a while, but she eventually found the strength to haul herself up from her stomach and onto her elbows to tug on her white sweater. Then she made the painful journey to lug her burdened body over to the thin mattress in the corner.
She curled up and stayed in that position for the rest of that night; she didn't bother to bring the ratty blanket that laid to the side over her. Everything hurt. Her back throbbed as though it had its own heartbeat. The lacerations and welts that encumbered it were raw and bloody, even a single shift in movement made them scream in agony.
She was stuck in a pained limbo. She had no way of telling how much time had passed, there was no use trying to sleep, she could only lie there and pray for the pain to ebb away. Pulling the jumper back on was a mistake as the blood on her back dried, sticking them both together like bricks on cement. She didn't touch it, however, fearing that any attempt to remove the sweater would tear the healing injuries and worsen her affliction.
Her eyes drifted to her pulsing wrists that were decorated with large splodges of the colour of plums and obsidian. She licked her cracked lips and grimaced as the faint taste of blood assaulted her tongue.
Her mind went to home, wondering what they were up to, daydreaming that they were already on their way. She hoped it would come to pass, but she couldn't count on it. Life wasn't magical; you were either lucky, or you weren't and if her past was any indicator, Jayden was always the latter.
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The tormented night finally ended as the tapping of Doctor Terries' shoes entered the room. He took his weak subject to the medical room and had the guards remove the bloodstained jumper to treat her wounds. Unsurprisingly, she was bewildered by the actions, more so when a meal of a sandwich and an apple paired with a glass of water was brought to her. Terries pushed her to eat when she only dubiously stared at it and injected her with something he said would help with the pain.
After she forced her food down, she was brought to a room for schooling. There, he taught and tested her on varying subjects, including maths, science and Hydra history. Throughout, she was careful to not do anything that would warrant another punishment. For now, her resistance had been whipped out of her.
She was given pasta and another dose of medication a few hours later, and while she didn't complain, she was increasingly becoming more suspicious. In the lab, food like this would be a fruitless dream, it was like her medicine, what changed?
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The following four days repeated with bandages, breakfast, schooling, dinner, and sleep. On the fifth afternoon, Doctor Terries had her practice duelling techniques. He was quick to anger when she struggled and brought her extensive shocks and burns to help with his frustrations. Despite her efforts, she muttered a couple of remarks in relation, earning her more punishment. She went to bed in pain that day.
The sixth was not a good day, as she warranted another flogging. She was rather frustrated with the lack of liberation as almost a week had gone by and there wasn't even a peek of freedom. Brash and thoughtless, she refused to do any of her academic work and to Doctor Terries' credit, he gave her three warnings before he hauled her away. Giving her six lashes, he reopened most of what had already healed, forcing the slow process back to square one.
Unlike previously, he didn't take her to the cell for the night. Instead, he clinically dressed the wounds and brought her to the training room. The workout was worse than the whipping as everything she did pulled her already grievous wounds, but Doctor Terries was unforgiving and trained her like any other day. He even dared to give her several sharp shocks whenever she messed up her punches.
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FanfictionJYD2641 had enough. In her seven years of living, she's only ever known the cruel hands of her doctors who were determined to make her the next Winter Soldier. In her short lifetime, all she'd ever known was death, pain, and fear. Instead of a paren...
