sokeefe imagines

rough night

TW: violence, panic attack

Rough straps held Sophie to a wooden chair, the roughness abrasive against her skin.

She was thoroughly disoriented after being drugged to sleep multiple times.

There were voices around her, the words drifting in and out, her mind still foggy.

"...moonlark... abilities...end it..."

A gag was tightly wrapped around her head, muffling her words as well as a blindfold around her eyes.

"Mhmph!" She mumbled, trying to tell them 'no'.

"She's awake."

"Hello Moonlark." A male voice drawled. "We're going to take off the gag so we can talk now, are you going to play along?" 

She just nodded silently.

The gag was loosened and dropped around her neck.

"What can you tell us about the Black Swan."

"I don't know anything." She replied, whilst trying to loosen the ties on her hands.

"Let's not play games now. We know you're the Moonlark. If you give us the information we need then we can let you go back to the Black Swan and your family."

It was all lies. She remained silent.

"She's quite fiesty. I suppose it's fitting. I wonder if they programed that into her too or if it just happened." Another voice chimed in.

Sophie held her tongue, trying to determine the best plan of action.

"Speak." The first man said sharply. Something cold and hard rested on her temple. A melder.

Her body tensed in response, preparing for the intense pain that awaited her.

"Just share what you know about the Black Swan headquarters whereabouts and we won't have to do this." The voice coaxed.

Silence.

"Very well." He said before excruciating pain blasted Sophie in the head.

Her body went limp, unable to make sound as agony coursed through her.

Internally, she was screaming, begging for someone to end the pain, to just kill her already.

"Go ahead and drug her. We'll try something else later."

No, no, not the drugs. Please.

Sickly sweet sedatives pressed over her mouth and nose, forcing her to inhale.

Waves of nausea washed over her before she felt into the dark depths of her mind.

When Sophie opened her eyes she was back in the dark room.

No, no, no.

Too consumed by her fear and the feeling of being sedated, she failed to notice that she wasn't tied to a chair but instead was in a bed.

When she finally realized she could move her hands she was shocked but immediately understood.

This was their next tactic, they were going to try and trick her into thinking they were the good guys.

She was so out of it she didn't recognize the soft bed beneath her as her own. 

Instead she frantically stumbled out of the bed, still unable to see because of the darkness in the room.