Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

12. Reborn

Z A H R A J E N K I N S

"Smile for the camera, Petal." Dimitri chirps with a chuckle, grabbing my hair and yanking my head up. A pained cry escapes me, "Your friends wanna see you."

My eyes flicker open as I take in my new surroundings from the once white four walled cell to a hospital within the red room facility. My eyes dart towards the camera, red light flashing in my direction as I scrunch my brows together. I soon find my eyes landing back up at Dimitri's warm, devilish ones.

I could feel eyes all around me, guards and people in white long coats all stare at me with intensity, but not at my face but at the scars that litter my body and my half naked form. I would recoil into myself if I could, if I wasn't bound to this restraints holding me down upwards on this operating table.

"Take 1, experiment 9 on Widow Seventeen." A male in a white long hospital coat says, placing his clipboard down on his desk. He brushes up his glasses, glancing over at me with a look that I can't decipher.

A hand comes down on the side of my face softly, I don't flinch. Not anymore. But I do feel my fingers twitch slightly at his touch, I love being touched softly like this but I would rather be touched starved than being touched by his vile touches. I don't think I could ever allow anyone touch me again. It's that bad that I don't think I could allow Bucky to ever hold me again, not until I have healed from this torture.

A tear slips down my cheek, knowing what's about to happen. I've seen this happen before, I recognise this machine, they have been working with Hydra for years. But not just that I had witnessed them about to do this same exact thing to Bucky years ago before I stopped it. I don't shake, I don't move, I know I can't get out of here but that doesn't stop me from using my sarcasm as my coping mechanism which will surely get me punished by Dimitri later on.

"Take a deep breath, baby." Dimitri mocks me before placing a kiss on my lips, pulling back before sending a smirk towards the camera.

Next thing I know is the table moving back wards a bit so I am laying slanted, I knew this was it. This would be the moment I will lose everything, lose all that I have worked for to regain back my amnesia. I just hope that I will find them again, I don't bother trying to move or to get out. I knew I was still sore and in pain from these past two weeks, torture after torture, day after day with another beating or a visit from Dimitri down below.

The table jolts to a stop, my hands shaking as I start to hyperventilate in the inside. Fingers twitching as I felt a serum drip down, a doctor in a white coat placed a shield into my mouth as I grind my teeth into it. I close my eyes momentarily but I snap them open as I am not going to show them the benefit of the doubt that they have fully broken me.

Even though I am.

But I don't let that show as I stare into the camera with a emotionless look, a stare that only two people would understand. I'm scared, help me. At that very moment that's when the pain started, I felt every single fibre of my muscles begin to be unwounded by this electricity, even my own ability can't get me out of these bounds from the blockage they have done with this serum that's been ingested into my system since I've came here.

It's a weird feeling but also a painful one, it's like I could picture my bone marrow to liquifying, my teeth grinding so hard that I'm surprised they aren't cracking even a slightest. My eyes start to vibrant in my skull, that I had to squeeze them so tight that I was afraid it will plug right back into my skull. My hands both squeeze the metal table at the sides as I pull at the bounded chains with a eerie piercing scream.

I feel so cold all over because of the refusal to clothe me more, my sports bra and under wear on show along with all the bruises, cuts, blood all over my body on display. I begin to tremor with fear, and I can't place if it's for the cold or for the fucking electricity shock that's swarming through my body at this moment. I'm going for the latter.