Audrey's life ended when HYDRA took her due to an accident. Or rather abductees.
She didn't know anyone there, or so she thought. Because the brown-haired man, also known as the 'Winter Soldier', looked ominously familiar to her.
Audrey was known...
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The many noises around me were extremely annoying. I couldn't concentrate on the words of the man in front of me even though I had to if I wanted to survive here. I knew that at the latest after I saw the two girls lying on the ground who had been shot by the two men.
My lower lip started trembling again. This time not because of the cold, but because of fear. Fear of the bad men.
We were now standing in front of a large cage with a few tables in the middle.
I didn't know what I was doing here. At first I thought I would die and never see the light of day again. But now? What now? Slowly I didn't know what to do with my thoughts anymore...
Of course I wanted to live. Who wouldn't want that? But here I wasn't sure whether it was a coincidence who lived and who didn't, or whether they really let selected people live...
Loud footsteps were heard and all the girls were asked to be quiet. They loaded their weapons with a loud noise and pointed them at us at the same time. My heart jumped. Now I would die.
Fear filled my veins. I could feel how disgusting my arm hair was standing up. They are slowly pressing against my thin jacket... I felt my hands cramp.
But I wasn't allowed to let anything show. Dad had taught me not to let anyone feel your fear. Otherwise they would have control over you. I always thought it was a lie. Or unnecessary knowledge.
But now? Now that should become my life's wisdom. I had his voice in the back of my head as an old man slowly came to a stop in front of us.
He had gray hair and lots and lots of wrinkles, Which leads me to believe he was perhaps eighty. His hands were folded in front of him, he radiated elegant and authoritative before us as if he were God himself.
And maybe he was now... because he now had the power of life and death. He rubbed his hands as if he had just made a successful deal.
"My girls..." he began. "You are such beautiful creatures... Many of you will be of great use to us!"
I immediately noticed the emphasis on 'many'. Not every one of us was meant. Apparently only a select few would stay here. Life.
"But before I lead you to your enchanting rooms, let me do a test..." His voice was breathy and disgusting. As if he had just smoked a whole pack of cigars.
I hate smoking. My mother always told me; If you start smoking, I'll throw you out.
From then on I told myself that I would never start smoking... I wanted to go back to her. But that's exactly how I wanted to live.
