Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 7- Persecution

WARNING!!!! This chapter contains some violent acts of torture.

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I'd never felt so much pain in my life.

The flat board came down on my back, harder each time. Blood trickled to the floor in large puddles. My back was bare, my bra off too. I clenched my fists with each smack and let out a loud, eardrum-exploding scream.

It was the first time I'd screamed in the month of torture and interrogation. The masked man whipping me seemed to take pleasure in my outburst of pain and raised his hand to bring the weapon down again. I raised my head and flipped my wet black hair back.

"Please!" I yelled out in a groan. "Stop, please! I'll do whatever you want me to, just stop!"

The man looked to a black window to the left and dipped his head. At that, two men came in and untied the rough ropes from my wrists; bright red marks circled around them, highlighting the bruises already there. They were the men that usually took me to the drowning pool- the place they'd dunk my head multiple times in really hot or cold water for hours, causing me to almost drown.

"No! No! No!" I tried to yank away from the two men with all the strength I could muster.

They shoved me into another room with a towel sitting on the table. I fell weakly to my knees, which were covered in blood and dirt, and heard a growl.

"Put it on."

Being trapped in the place for month, I knew to listen and do as I was told or face punishment. I quickly changed my shorts out with the towel, wiping my pained body up with it. After I wiped my bloody legs, I gingerly wrapped the towel around myself and cringed to the cotton hitting my open, burning wounds.

"I will admit you are stronger than I thought," a voice made me sit down onto the chair by the table. "I'd planned on scrapping you a few days after you arrived, but something stopped me. I see it now."

"What do you want with me?" I asked, gulping painfully as the man in front of me started pouring a glass of cool water.

"I need someone to run errands for me," the man sat and took a chug of the tantalizing water.

"A mule," I stated flatly, narrowing my eyes.

"No, a runner," the man gazed at me with curious dark eyes. "You'll be tasked with spreading my business and speaking with my clients."

"I'd rather die," I spat and immediately regretted it.

Slammed up against the wall, my breath was cut short. I gasped for air but it didn't come and I tried to pry the man's hands off of my neck.

"If you cherish your life, you'll do as I say," the man hissed, his breath against my bare skin.

"I'll do as you say," I paused, "but I don't belong to you."

"Better," the man released me and I fell to the floor choking for air. "Now get dressed, we have somewhere to be."

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The fancy plane sat down rather hard on the landing pad of Colossus- the richest island in the world. I watched as my "master" got up and went to address the pilot. His voice was quiet and I stood up uncomfortably, wanting to get out of the small space.

My dress was all black, yet very revealing by my breasts. It cut down lower on my chest and was open in a circular shape at my hips. The open part of my sides went to my back to a piece of the dress that connected back up to the middle of my shoulders. It only went down to just above my knees and covered any marks of my torture. Since it was long-sleeved, I didn't try to hide the bruises on my wrists. I wore tall, sparkly black heels that I often stumbled around in. Make-up hid my dehydration and starvation.