Kris's POV
I lost count on the days I've spent in this Hell hole.My brain felt fried from all the torture that Pierce has been giving me.It always hurts but I will never cave in.My stomach has started to growl after the second day but due to no eating my stomach has gotten used to no food and doesn't growl as much as it used to.
My pants are ripped and have dried blood on them.My once favourite jersey shirt is wet,smells bad,and has many dried blood on it.My once clean red hair has turned dirty and tangled.Although it's been tied into a messy ponytail.
My body is covered in small scars,bruises,and stitches.The stitches were due to the torture and the times the Doctor would cut deeply into me.
My hands felt numb due to the Elsa like hand cuffs.Not once have they been taken off,as well with my muzzle.My mouth has been dry for God knows how long!
Each day was the same:Wake up,taken to room where Doctor injects shit into me and then probes me,taken to the torture room,asked the same fucking question,tortured,pass out,wake up and repeat.
After the third day my screams were non-existent.My voice was completely gone due to the screams of pain and the lack of water.
The only thing keeping me going is the smallest sliver of hope that something will happen or the Avengers will be able to find me.I knew that they must have never figured out how to track down Pierce so I had to rely that Tony or Bruce or anyone could find me.
I never got proper sleep.I would always pass out and that would be considered as my sleep.My body aches from the pains of the torture and from the Doctor.
For a while I've been trying to contact Loki but all my energy has left me.I knew that my mental wall was up,preventing him to find me but I tried to put it down and there would be this pain that I can't take.
Now I sit on the bed watching the metal door awaiting for the two HYDRA Agents to come get me and take me to the Doctor were our usual routine would play on.
What I didn't expect was a midget man.He wore a lab coat but he didn't seem like a Doctor or Scientist.He was something else.
"Come here Fox."I had gotten sick and tired of that fucking name.Everywhere I went someone would call me Fox and for some reason I would look.My mind had grown so used to the name that sometimes I would forget my real name.
I got up from the bed and followed the midget man throughout the labyrinth of halls.What made me curious was the lack of Agents.Normally they would be by my side twenty four seven.But there weren't any Agents at all.What are they planning?
Midget man walked inside a room and I followed along with him.He pushed me on to a soft couch.Then Alexanjerk came out of the shadows.How cliché of him to do that.
"As you can tell you've been here for some time."No shit Sherlock "We are going to send your friends something special."What is he thinking?
Pierce walks towards me and I don't flinch or move away.That would show weakness and that's one thing I don't want him to have against me.
In one hand was a roll of tape and his other hand came up to the Loki like muzzle.
He opens the muzzle and I moved my mouth up and down,trying to get the feel of moving it again.I tried to talk but my voice was gone and it was too dry.Pierce only laughed at me before putting tape on my mouth.
He harshly laid me down on the couch and processed to punch and kick me in different areas.Luckily he stop soon after and went behind a camera.When the fuck did that get there?
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Sly Fox{Completed}
FanfictionKristina Webb is a 24 year old living alone in New York City.Her parents have left her at the age of 5 and since then she's been on her own.But it hasn't been that bad,over time she has met hero's like:Dead pool,Fantastic 4,Daredevil,X-Men,Doctor St...