The Truth Behind It All

xx. Endless Torture

⚠️WARNING⚠️
This chapter will contain torture, blood, gore, strong language and violence

The next day arrives as I sit up on the bed leaning against the wall staring off into space just thinking about home and how worried my family must be as I look up hearing the door unlock and open making me shrink back in fright "now the fun begins." Pierce said as two men walked up to me each of them grabbing one of my arms "please don't." I whined as they picked me up and dragged me out of my room and down the long narrow hallway towards a separate room at the end of it.

Once we arrive in the room at the end of the hall I look around as best as I can seeing the room looks somewhat like a laboratory as they stop in the doorway "где ты хочешь ее?" (Where do you want her?) One man asked "поставить ее на стол." (Put her on the table.) The doctor said as they placed me down on the surgical table "stop! Please! Please, stop!" I yelled as I desperately tried squirming out of there hold "пристегните ее." (Strap her down.) The doctor replied as I whimpered and cried at the feeling of the restraints being put on me "ты можешь идти сейчас." (You may go now.) The doctor said as the two men walked out closing the door behind themselves.

"Please. You don't have to do this, please. I won't say anything, just let me go please." I whimpered feeling my tears cascading down my face as he walked up to me with a knife in his hand "ты будешь нашим призом номер один." (You will be our number one prize.) The doctor said before plunging the knife into my side as I screamed the loudest I ever have at the feeling of the knife being thrust into me over and over again.

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Hours later I feel myself being picked up once more and dragged out of the laboratory and back towards cell as the door opens and I'm thrown back inside I lay on the floor curled up in a ball from the pain as I feel the tears flowing down my face. Turning over slowly I whimper quietly trying not to think about the immense pain I'm feeling as I look up at the ceiling of my cell crying from the pain in my abdomen I let out one loud scream at the top of my lungs.

Three days later I remain curled up in a ball on the floor flinching at the sound of the door opening once again feeling myself being picked up and dragged out of the cell and towards a different area today as the door opens to reveal what looks like another laboratory as they place me down onto the table strapping me down before walking away "well, well, well how are we feeling today Miss Stark?" Pierce asked me as he walked up to me "go to hell." I mumbled while spitting in his face as he chuckled at me before wiping it off of his face "is the serum prepared and ready for usage?" Pierce asked as he walked up to the doctor.

"да, сыворотка готова мистер пирс." (Yes, the serum is ready Mr. Pierce.) The doctor said as he turned around walking up to me with two bags of blue liquid "then let's begin shall we." Pierce said as the doctor grabbed two IV poles placing them on either side of me as he set up the bags of fluid onto the poles before sticking me with two IV's on each one of my arms "теперь сыворотка должна попасть в ее кровоток." (The serum should now be entering her bloodstream.) The doctor said as I whimpered in pain at the feeling of the liquid being pumped into my body.

A couple hours later they finally released me from the restraints about to take me back to my cell but before the officers could take me back Mr. Pierce stands in front of me with a smirk on his face "welcome to your new life, Bree." Pierce said as he chuckled at me.

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The next couple of day were the worst days of my entire life....every single day was nothing but torture and tears of every kind to see if the doses of serum they've been giving me have been doing it's job, so as I open my eyes I look around the all to familiar laboratory "Bы готовы к лечению сегодня?" (You ready for you treatment today?) The doctor asked me "if I say no will you stop?" I questioned as I looked up at him getting nothing back in response "didn't think so." I muttered as I looked down at the feeling of a knife slicing down my thigh as I bite my lip harshly in an attempt to contain my screams.

As he continues slicing every inch of my body I try my hardest to contain my screams as I feel the tears cascading down my cheeks "you might want to scream for this part." The doctor said with a thick Russian accent as he took the knife placing it over my stomach slowly and agonizingly running it across my stomach as I squeezed my eyes shut letting out the loudest scream I could muster "please, stop." I whined hoarsely my voice raw from all the screaming I've been doing these past couple of days as he chuckled at me with a smirk on my face "я говорил тебе крик помогает." (I told you screaming helps.) The doctor said with a sadistic smirk on his face.