❛❛ Sometimes I feel like I'm just some kind of
𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 or something. You know, this thing
in outer space. It's like it sucks everything
towards it and destroys it ❜❜ㅤ ㅤ-ㅤ ㅤ E.S.
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 ━━
( 𝖓. ) a region of space having...
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ㅤElla's eyes fluttered open after a long and fitful night. She woke up in the middle of the night, for the umpteenth time, due to a nightmare and could barely fall back asleep afterwards. It was 2:37 am time when she first startled herself awake, managing to doze back off about thirty to forty minutes later. She was subsequently shaken awake by yet another nightmare at 4:25 am and drifted back into slumber, only to be roused earlier as was her regular routine. All this, not in the American time zone, but in the Russian one.
With a tired sigh, she turned her head to one side and noticed that both of her hands were cuffed to the bed that she was trying to rest on. A wide scan of her surroundings by her revealed a rather disturbing reality. Not only was she handcuffed, but so were the other girls that shared the same room as her. Yet unlike those girls, her cuffs prevented her from utilizing her superhuman abilities, in the event that she attempted to make her getaway with the utilization of them.
Soon, a woman with blonde hair curled into a back bun entered the space and began to remove the handcuffs one by one, until it was Ella's turn, who was in one of the first beds close to the door. She didn't say a word and walked towards the rest of the girls. Those who were already free from the handcuffs got up from the bed quickly and started to change, not bothering to be naked in front of each other. They all did this in a similar way, taking a uniform out of the dresser that each had next to their bed.
Ella was good at following along, she understood what needed to be done. She got up from her bed and started doing what the other girls were doing. She opened a specific drawer in her dresser and noticed not only a uniform like theirs that was exactly her size, but also other types of clothing, like pajamas, and even a leotard and ballet skirt, as well as the flats that also they had her number.
The whole situation increased her doubts about that place even more. Everything seemed to have been custom made for her, even the handcuffs that once held her. She tried to ignore all of this, because she knew that if this place was like HYDRA, there would be no questions that would be answered.
She carefully retrieved the uniform from the drawer, silently observing the attire the others wore. A tinge of embarrassment crept upon her as she started to change and felt somehow... "shown off"? And thus, she hurried through the process more quickly than intended, but then again, no one seemed to care about her, specifically. Neatly, she slipped on her shoes, then attended to her hair by weaving it into two braids that she had learned from Natasha.
