The Wraith

Chapter 4

~1st person POV~ Adeline ~

I am laying on a cold metal table in a sports bra and biker shorts. I am strapped to the table, from my neck to my feet I am held down by metal cuffs. As always I try to wiggle my hand out of the cuff, and as always, I fail.

"Trying to leave so soon?" The doctor stands over me with a wicked grin on his face. "No, no, that won't do! We haven't even started yet!"

He walks over to a table beside me and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine I am anywhere but here. I suddenly feel my eyes being wrenched open by his fingers.

"Now we don't want you falling asleep before the fun starts, do we?" He giggles.

"Please..." I whisper.

"No, no, we aren't going to do that either! No talking! You've done this before, you know the rules." He walks over to the table beside me again and grabs a mask, no, a muzzle. He grabs my chin and tilts my face back so he can put the mask on.

"Open your mouth." He commands. I obey him. I feel the mouthguard that is built in slide into my mouth. At this point tears are running down my face, I know what's about to happen.

"Oh no! Are you sad?" He cackles.
"Let me give you some medicine for that." He says as he grabs the syringe from the table. I start to squirm, trying to put off the inevitable.

He backhands me across the face.

"Stop moving."

I don't listen.

He hits me agin, harder this time.

"Stop. Moving." He gets up close to my face and growls.

I cry harder and continue to squirm.

"Fine. I guess I'll have to do this the hard way then." He sneers at me. "And don't think I will forget this. You will get your punishment later."

He sticks the needle into my side and pushes the plunger. It's like I have liquid fire running through my veins, burning me up from the inside. I try to scream, but the muzzle doesn't let me get anything more than a stifled cry out. I writhe on the table as much as I can, hoping to pass out from the pain. The edges of my vision start to go black, and the promise of sweet oblivion draws closer.

"Oh no you don't." The doctor says as he grabs a tool from the table to pry my eyes open and keep them open. I try to shut them, but it hurts and feels like I'm ripping my eyes when I do.

"Remember that punishment I told you about?" He gets right above my face.

"You're going to love it." He says as I hear a buzzing noise. I start to squirm even more, a feeling of absolute terror swells in my chest when I see the him move out of my line of vision.

The doctor suddenly appears next to me and I feel pain erupt right above my shoulder and try to look over. I see blood and flesh flying everywhere, splatter flies my way and I taste my own blood. I want to throw up, I want to scream, I want to get away.

My muffled screams of agony are barely heard over the saw. I know it's no use, but I try to move my legs and arms, tears streaming down my face. I feel as the doctor starts to go through my humerus and I start to try and scream even louder, my throat raw from screaming.

Suddenly I feel myself being shaken from my nightmare and my eyes fly open. I try to sit up again, but I can't, because I am strapped to a hospital bed.

The person above me comes into focus, its a man, probably around my age, with slightly grown out silver blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks worried, odd, HYDRA agents never worry about me. Suddenly everything from earlier rushes back to the front of my mind and I remember where I am.