Young Justice: College AU | Complete

Chapter 32

It was dark and her head felt like it was being pound by rocks. There was a clinking sound when she went to move her hands. They were handcuffed and attached to a chain. The room was pitch black making it hard to make anything out. It was dead silent with the exception of the chain jingling when she pulled on them. Carefully she shifted her body so she was sitting up. Leaning against a cold wall. The only thing she was left in was her bra and underwear.

There was light that streaked into the room followed by footsteps. A creaking noise coming from the corner up above. It looked like someone was walking down some steps. She was in a basement most likely. Zatanna tried to speak but a rag was tied around her mouth. Unable to let her so much as breathe nevermind talk. The room flickered to life as the lights turned on. John walked over slowly.

"Hello love" he said leaning down, the beige trench coat swaying as he did so.

She mumbled something. "What was that now?" he asked pulling the rag from her mouth.

All she did was spit in his face. He narrowed his eyes at her before wiping it off. "Now that is not how to treat your boyfriend!" he yelled slapping her hard across the face. She looked to the side at the wall before turning her head. Glaring hard at the man standing before her. He stood there for awhile just staring at her. It was starting to make her uncomfortable.

After all she was basically exposed and cold. This basement was freezing and she could feel it. The cold air seeping through her pale skin. "Want anything love?" he asked tilting his head to the side. Her heart dropped to her stomach. He had a gun on him still, it was holstered at his side. She tried to speak only for her words to be muffled. "What's that? You'll need to speak up" he taunted as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh well if you can't speak clearly I'll have to leave. Give your boyfriend a kiss" he said as she looked away from him.

He grabbed her face, harshly turning it to face him. Pulling the rag down as she grit her teeth together. Leaning in he kissed her. It was unpleasant to say the least. He pulled away before turning around and leaving. The basement she was locked up in smelt horrid. There was probably mold growing in here. At least if she died it would be to mold poisoning and not by him. She shivered, it was freezing cold down here. "Please help me, someone" she thought in her head.

A tear escaped from her eye and streamed down her cheek. It was an hour when she began to shake. Everything was bitter cold, her lips were beginning to turn blue and her breath was frosty. Tiredly she tried to tug on the chain's again. Maybe they would break because of how sheer cold the room was? The door opened again as John walked down. Something in his hands was steaming. "You look cold" he said as she looked at him with lidded eyes.

Holding her hands up she managed to flip him off. He growled to see the tired smile on her face. The bowl of hot soup in his hands was suddenly dumped on her. She screamed, it was mostly muffled by the rag in her mouth. Oh how it burned. Especially since it touched her cold skin. "Here I thought I was being nice" he said as she gulped. No, she couldn't cry in front of him. No matter how much she wanted to she just couldn't.

"This is how I'm going to die" she thought.

He cleaned the soup off of her after it went cold. Looking down she saw the red burns forming against her skin. It hurt so bad. He threw a blanket over her, it had holes in it but at least it was something. Another kiss was forcefully pressed to her mouth. For some reason he wanted more but she pushed him away. He growled, anger filling his body. For some reason he took it out on her. Zatanna felt every kick and every punch. It hurt like hell.

At this point she was waiting for death. At least if she did die she would be free. Her blue eyes were lidded as she stared off into nothing. In the corner of her eye she saw a white light. At first she thought she was dying. But then it began to buzz, it was a phone. A spark of hope ignited inside of her. Slowly and painfully she stretched to try and grab it. The handcuffs were digging into her wrists as she did so. Stretching her leg she just managed to kick it over to herself.