My Prisoner

16: Don't Forget Where You Are

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- TW: angst, violence, blood, torturing (it'll be a little confusing at the beginning)
- Mariela's POV:

- time skip (3 months):

I slowly open my eyes, hoping to see where I am but with no avail, as I am tightly blindfolded. I keep quiet and make no motion, hearing muffled voices speaking close to me, I try to focus more on the sounds to see if I can identify them but I can't.

I feel the straps dig tightly into my skin, tied strongly around my limbs almost enough to cut blood circulation from them. It feels like I'm tied to some metal platform or board, I am not so sure though.

"Wake her up" I hear an all too familiar voice, but still can't seem to pinpoint whose is it, since my head is still fuzzy.

I don't have time to do anything as I feel the blindfold getting roughly ripped off and ice water getting splashed to my face, making me gasp and widen my eyes.

"Karma's a bitch, isn't it?" The same voice cockily says but I still can't recognize it, I keep my gaze on the ground as I try to regulate my breathing and get back from my shock.

When I look up, I am met by none other than Nicholas Fury, his playful face making me clench my jaw.

"The fuck am I doing here?" I question angrily.

"Because I'm gonna have so much fun with you"

"I think you forgot who you're talking to, Fury. I want to see those cuffs away from my hands in the next zero seconds before I collapse this building on top of you" I threaten, glaring deeply at him, and getting annoyed that he doesn't seem slightly bothered by all of it.

"Oh I certainly didn't forget who I'm talking to" Fury's demeanor changes, as he sets an anger filled gaze on me. "You're the same person who kidnapped Natasha" hearing that name made my whole mood drop, sadness completely taking over me, as you can see, I still haven't completely gotten over Natasha, and I don't think I ever will.

"You kidnapped my daughter, made her fall for you only to play her in the end" I look down as he yells at me.

- Fury's POV:

The nerve of this fucking woman, I swear to god that it took every ounce of self control in me to refrain myself from killing her, I'll do that, but first I want her to suffer for months for what she did to Natasha.

*Flashback*

"Natasha? You're back?" I look at my daughter with a smile that quickly drops as I see her tear stained cheeks, her puffy eyes, and her red nose.

"Yeah...I'm back" her voice cracks a little so she clears her throat.

"What happened? What's wrong?" I look at her the turn my gaze to Yelena who's next to her, her gaze on the floor.

Yelena sniffles before muttering "nothing's wrong, we're okay, don't worry" her voice cracks as well, making me even more worried.

"No, you two look like you've been crying, so tell me, what happened? I'm worried about you" I say, not hiding the concern appearing in my voice as I engulf both of them in a hug, feeling them tighten their grip on me as they hug me back. I feel hot tears streaming onto my shirt as they sob quietly.

A few minutes later they both pull back, sniffling and wiping their tears, giving me a small smile as Natasha says "thank you dad, but we're not ready to talk, give us time, and we'll tell you"

"Ok..."

*Another Flashback*

It's been 3 weeks since my daughter came back, and I'm getting more worried everyday, both her and Yelena never leave their rooms, though Yelena will go out to eat and will talk to me, her sister however, will not leave her room, Yelena and I take turns in sending her food and checking on her.