Agents | hs (SLOW UPDATES)

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Harry's POV

Ella sat curled in the corner of the cell we were being kept in. They hadn't spoken a word to us, only injected us with something that made us paralysed. It was horrible. Watching them do things to you and you had no physical control over anything. It was one of the worst tortures.

But they didn't even attempt to remove the key from Ella. They just shoved us in this cell, where we have been for over 3 hours. Alone, and in silence.

"Ella?" I whispered softly to her but she didn't raise her head. She hadn't moved since we had arrived. I slowly moved towards her, my muscles aching from the movement. "Ella, you need to talk to me. You need to give me an indication that we are still alive." I needed her help, we both had to get out of this place and they had Amber. They had Amber.

The pain of not knowing where she is or what they are doing is excruciating. I didn't even know if she was alive. "Ella, this isn't just about you, okay? I need you to be helpful in any way possible, and sitting down there sulking will not help." I was starting to get sick of her doing this, she should know that I would protect the key with my life.

"Sulking?" She hissed and looked up at me, her eyes filled with confusion and anger. "Give me one good reason not to sulk. I am going to die Harry. Don't you dare tell me to get over myself."

I knew she would say that. I've dealt with situations like this before. "No Ella, don't you dare to tell me that I am being cruel. Because I am saying the truth. If you can't handle the truth you may as well just walk up to them and not even give a fight when they tear your stomach open. You may think that this is the worst thing that has happened to you, but you are wrong. You need to trust everything that I am doing. I am a professional and you don't have the authority to question my actions? Got it?"

She nods and visibly relaxes. I stand slowly and walk painfully to the cell door. "OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" I yell into the hallway and immediately two guards walk up to the cell.

"You ain't getting out of this place any time soon so shut ya trap and sit your ass down." One of them snarls but I hold my ground.

"I have an offer to make."

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Amber's POV

I let out a shriek as he carved another letter into my rib cage. I had no idea what he was trying to spell, all of my concentration was on trying to block out the pain. He had an awful grin on his face, as if carving a word into a person with a pocket knife was nothing unusual.

"Almost done." He smirked and exaggerated the curves of the knife, causing me to twist in agony. Once he is done, he pulls away from me with a satisfied look. "I bet you would love to know what it says." And when I don't reply he shrugs.

"Don't you care about the information I have about the white house?" I spit out agonizingly and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

"You see, that's what we have the President for. You and you're little buddy are going to help us destroy the CIA, and then it will be so much easier to take America down with them."

"What good would it do if America has fallen." I grit my teeth to ignore the searing pain in my ribs.

"Because it will be vulnerable and that's when we'll step in with a new sort of... government." He explains slowly. He leans in to me and I use it to my advantage.

As soon as his head is close enough, I slam my head into his with as much force possible. I cry out in pain and he clutches his head with him palms. Before he can do anything else, use my whole body to swing myself and the chair towards him. Instead of working, the chair falls backwards. I cry out in anguish my hands that are tied behind the chair come in contact with the ground.

Connor stands up slowly. His face twisted with rage.

"You bitch." He steps towards me, "All we need is information. Cooperate and you'll be fine."

"And you seriously thought that one of their best agents would spill their secrets?" I scoff, hiding my pain with confidence, "Nice try."

Connor sneers at me before pulling the chair upright. He punches me once across the face, causing blood to spill from my nose and lip.

"Actually. I'm not done." And with that, he pulls a needle from out of his jacket. I don't struggle as he jabs it into my skin. He steps back once he is done, smirking. I expect to fall into unconsciousness but I don't feel tired at all.

I give him a confused look before pain erupts in every inch of my body. It's like little daggers beneath my skin, slowly slicing away. The worst part is, I can't even force my self to be tired and black out. Because I feel more awake then I've ever felt before.

"Lovely isn't it?" Connor watches me with a bored face, "the needle delivers pain worse than any other, you'll be able to feel it in every single organ soon. And you'll want to tear your own head off just to stop the pain."

I try to say something but I can't make out the words.

He chuckles, "I forgot to add the best part. It's impossible for you to become unconscious or black out. The needle prevents that. So you can be awake for every minute of your living hell."

He blows me a kiss before walking out of the room, leaving me alone and writhing in pain.

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Whoop sorry for the wait hope you like it.

This chapter is sort of more for information but I hope everything make sense so far.

If you don't understand anything, leave a question in the comments and I'll either reply or answer it in the next chapter. Yay

(P.s did any of you watch the season 7 premiere? It was so good omfg)

Ilysm