THE DANGERS OF ISOLATION

Drenched

|Y/N|

I woke up in a daze with a figure in front of me. I tried focusing my vision as I realized we were at a table, with documents scattered around.

"Good morning Y/N." I heard a female's voice call out.

"La-Laswell? Where am I?" I stuttered.

"Exactly where you need to be."

Confusion dusted my face when I suddenly felt a hand grip my hairline. Pulling my head back before hitting me with ice cold water. Pins and needles slapped my nerves as my face went numb. I cried out in discomfort while my legs tensed in their binding, before the man who splashed my face put my head back to focus on Laswell.

"Cold isn't it?" She mocked.

My heavy breathing echoed.

"And that isn't even a pinch of what we can do, if you don't start talking."

"What do you mean?" I said between pants.

"Oh," She scoffed. "Don't try to play the victim now Y/N, we're just having fun!" She laughed before turning serious again. "we know what you and shepherd have been up to. So just save us some time and come clean. Maybe even get some years off your sentence."

I scowled at her. Shivering as I spoke. "I. Don't. Know. Anything."

I continued to freeze before another ice bucket was swiftly dumped on top of my head. I yelled out in pain, would I get hypothermia from this?

"Oh Cmon, Y/N it's just girl talk. You can tell me you're the mole."

"I don't know what you're talking about Laswell! I-." Another bucket, this time with ice cubes. I screamed again before shooting water out of my mouth to speak. "Why are you doing this?! I did nothing to you assholes!"

Laswell slammed her hands on the table and rose up. Walking over to me and grabbing my hand. Pulling out a pair of almost gardening like shears. I resisted but that only made the other person come up behind me and hold me still. "Laswell! What are you-?" Out of no where I felt a squeeze and a drop of blood hit the floor. My eyes widened to the sight of my finger bleeding. I thought for a second she had actually cut it off, but with a closer look, it was just a gash. Almost a threat.

"Want me to continue?" She questioned.

"No!" I protested.

"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!"

"I DONT NNOW ANYTHI-!"

She went to squeeze again when i heard the door open behind me.

"That's enough Laswell." A deep voice spoke. "She's clean."

Laswell sighed. "Send in the next person then." She demanded the man that was holding me down, before turning to the man in the doorway. "Take her to her cot and get her warmed up.- .." she looked at my finger. "..Get her some bandages too."

I was way too exhausted to even give her a face at this point, so when a set of hands started lifting me up, I let them.

He put a bag over my head before walking out of the room, and soon enough, I was back in my cot. With the bag being lifted back off, I was able to see the man. Ghost.

"You look like shit Jr." He stated.

I rolled my eyes. "You just sat there, -watching? Some teammate."

"Not Exactly. I listened."

I scoffed in disbelief before he took out the med kit, opening his hand to hold mine. I opened my fist and out came the blood I was trying to hold in. It felt weird watching that much blood poor out from a simple wound, but I guess it cut deeper than I thought. He started wiping it away when a hiss came out of my clenched teeth.