𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵

          An agonizing and painful month flew by for both Kara and the Mutants searching for her. She no longer held any faith to be found, instead, she was beginning to accept that her death was coming soon to snatch her soul away from her.

She'd endured much worse pain over that month, consisting of more beatings with various weapons her father owned. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold on due to lack of health she hadn't received.

She was given two meals a week and one of those days, she was taken from the restraints that held her up. She'd noticed her ribs were beginning to show and the veins that were visible underneath her skin were a vibrant blue and red.

Kara wondered why he kept her alive and her father simply explained, "My wife suffered to breathe while you drowned her. I'm only reciprocating the way she felt while you suffer the pain she went through."

The girl who had fed her and helped her down from the restraints was kind, a facade when her father wasn't in the room. The girl, Jamie, she learned was her name, was being forced to work for him. The information was told to Kara after she asked how many weeks she'd been there since she was taken.

Kara hated being helped and observed but there wasn't any option so she gladly basked in the time Jamie was around due to not seeing anyone she knew.

Currently, Kara was back in her restraints, hanging from the ceiling as her feet dangled above the ground. Dried blood puddles were stained on the concrete floor while new and fresh drops of blood that were soaked into her ripped jeans were dripping to the floor.

The white shirt she had on before she was taken was now torn, dirtied, and stained. Her hair was a mess but luckily it wasn't touched like the rest of her body. It was still in its respected braids she had put it in a month ago.

Soon enough, the door opened and the light turned on for the millionth time that month. It was a routine, her father coming in to torture her while she only took in the pain without so much as a peep.

She was beyond exhausted and ready to give up but she knew something was waiting on her if she ever had the chance to get out of that torture chamber.

Her father trailed in with a bright smile plastered over his thin lips, a black, tailored suit hugging his frame.

She let out a whisper of a sigh and hung her head at seeing him again, her eyes tired of witnessing the same sight over and over again.

"Don't be too sad, now. Today's a great day for both you and me. I've got something different planned for you, daughter." He feigned a sad smile and put a hand over his non-existent heart.

"How fucking great." She muttered, swallowing the saliva that had collected in her mouth. She wasn't allowed water, even when she had the collar around her neck that prevented her from using her ability. The only liquid she had swallowed the whole month was milk, of all things, milk was what her father had given her to drink. She hated milk.

"I have new friends I'd like for you to meet, but first, I need you out of those restraints for our plan to work." He called for Jamie to come into the room and allowed her to take Kara out of the restraints only to tie her to one of the metal chairs in the room.

Her ankles were strapped to the front two legs of the chair while her forearms were laid on the armrests, strapped at her wrists. Kara's eyes followed Jamie but she avoided her eyes due to Mack standing there, watching them.

"Testing out a new technique today?" Kara spat, her eyes finding her father's as he ordered Jamie out of the room.

"No." He stated simply before grabbing his walkie-talkie and holding it up to his lips as the radio tuned in. "Arthur, bring soldier 727 into room 2. After that, bring the Doc in, as well." He instructed, his eyes piercing into hers as he smiled like a lunatic.