Breathless (a Avengers Fanfic)

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Caution violence and swearing, you have been warned, but enjoy the story !

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Unknown p.o.v

The tugging vibrations eco threw out my brain,.the blood dripping from my mouth and landing on the already blood stained concrete beneath me.

Laughter enveloped the dimly lit room, I used all my strength to lift my head ,to see that it was the man who has kept me cooped up in this room being tortured for God knows how long,

his pathetic face had a happy smug look on it and his eyes showed that he was proud of what he has been doing to me,but what scared me most was the satisfaction that he had with the metal pipe he had swinging in his hands.

He started taking long strides towards me, still with the smug look on his face, I started to get cold shivers up my spine as he approached me ,he then stopped right in front of me, I couldn't move or run because I was strapped to a chair.

He lifted his arm up that had the metal pipe in it, I closed my eyes waiting for the pipe to come to contact with me, then I heard the whistling of the pipe as it briskly sliced throu the air, then it collided with my kneecap,

I let out a scream of agony,he kept going at the same knee never missing his target ,he just kept going until he was pleased with the results that he made,

,I think he shattered my whole kneecap, I could feel the familiar warm liquid run down my leg known as blood,

I just dropped my head and sobbed "why don't y-you just ki-kill m-me?" he smiled and replied obviously pleased with himself " because I do not wish to break my toys "

He than started to laugh, that disgusting, vile, putrid laugh ,he walked out of the room still laughing .

Soon after one of the guards came in and untied me from the chair, I just fell to the floor and screamed in agony because I landed on my knee,

the guard retired my foot that is on the good leg and then connected the chains to the far wall, he than walked out leaving me to myself.

I used my arms and my good leg to pull myself over to the bed , witch was on the other side of the room

Once I finally dragged myself to the other side of the room ,I tried to pull myself up onto the bed, but I failed miserably, witch resorted to me falling on my bad knee again

'man what is up with me always landing on this one specific leg ,like seriously that was the second time, God damn that hurts, fuck ouch, yep decently shattered, completely and utterly shattered, this is going to take forever to heal ,fuck them, fuck all of them, if I ever get out of this stupid God forsaken hell hole ,I swear to hell I will kill every one, each and every one of them basterds, oh and that pathetic excuse for a msn oooooooh, he is gonna wish he was never born, damn my knee, shit, fuck, damn it '

I muffled my screaming by putting my raggid musty crop-top over my mouth, after I composed myself,I had one last shot at getting up on top of the bed,

I mustered up every last drop of my remaining energy and leaped onto the bed, this time I was lucky enough to have jumped up in the right way by avoiding my knee,

I lay down flat on my back on top of the very uncomfortable rock hard bed and started thinking,

then flashbacks of every time that man tortured me, I shut my eyes as hard as I could in hope to stop them,

I rolled over to my good side so I was facing the wall, I just couldn't hold it in much longer, and then suddenly I broke down

,tears clouded my vision and tears ran down my already tear stained cheeks,

after awhile extortion started to take over, this is the time I fear most 'sleeping' because I'm vulnerable and sometimes I feel as if I'm gonna bleed out in my sleep,

I was still crying, but then black dots started appearing and then suddenly darkness, no pain, nothing,

I haven't slept in about a week because I've been to afraid to, but of course I passed out, due to exhaustion, starvation,probably blood loss, and simply to much pain for me to Handel,

whenever I do pass out I'm always eather crying, pleading for death or suffering, but most of the time it's all three,

I wonder if anyone has noticed I'm gone,my mother died when I was young and I never knew my father so neither of them would of,

I know my foster parents wouldn't of, well they might of but they couldn't care less, they are very nasty people

but it pains me to think that I'm probably gonna die here and the last face I would've seen is that disgusting mans face and that is not a face I want to see before I die!!!!

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Written on 3-12-15
Published on 6-12-15

Hope you liked it and I'm all open for ideas for the story. Oh and if anyone could suggest who she could be it would be great

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