The fire

Beating

Two weeks? A month? I had no idea how long is been in this wretched place. I could no longer feel much of my body. My muscles seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. I mean I could see my tiny bruised swollen feet but there was not enough energy left in me to move them. I looked up at the skylight, the guard that watched over me and kept my powers at bay by dropping smoke bombs every so often. Currently he was sat eating his tea. A Sandwich box of tomato pasta, my mouth watered. I hadn't eaten proper food since the police station, what I would give for a cheese sandwich. I thought back to Superintendent Castello, how long had it taken him to realise I was also the girl off the Wanted poster? Had he called the number, I hoped so. Agent Maria Hill's voice would probably of answered first, asking plenty of important questions. I imagined the team jumping into the quinjet, suited up and ready, Barton would be in the pilots seat no doubt, eyes focused on the rolling clouds. I imagined Steve crashing through the door of my prism, he would scoop me up and-

A movement above me sent a chill down my spine. The guard was walking away.

This meant the torture session would commence soon. On top of the daily bodily harm I would receive, Cally had stuck to her promise. Every day I would be greeted by her annoyingly joyful face. She would babble on, reminiscing about the past, testing her powers on me. But the worst was if she busy, when she didn't have time. Her alternative was- she would-

No it was too horrible to even think about. I had cried myself to sleep last night.

The dreaded sound of metal clashing on metal sounded. Three men walked in, all in black suits. "Bon soir Elle." The first one said carrying a briefcase. I knew what was inside.

"I see your face is healing slightly." I said smirking, his smile dropped. In the early stages there had been numerous escape attempts, but now I was too weak. Nothing worked well enough.

He stormed forward yanking my hair, I winced as the force caused my neck to snap back too quickly. "You try anything again and I'll be the one in here later, not Cally." He was whispering in my ear, so neither of the other two could hear. I gulped as his hand travelled slowly down my back. A finger sliding under my bra strap. His fingertips trailing on my skin.

"Comprende?"

My stomach twisted I swallowed down the sick which had appeared in my mouth. "Oui Louis." He smiled and span round to the other men.

"Bien."

-

The team were silent as they sat in the quin. It had been 2 weeks and 6 days since they'd lost trace of Emilia in the forest. Well they knew where she was but they didn't know how to get to her. After following the pipeline marked 'Mourir ici' Clint and Natasha had come across a warehouse, an empty dark mouldy warehouse. From there they had followed a SUV to a very pleasant Swiss looking village hidden by mountains. There was no doubt about it, this was the Morts HQ. Rows upon rows of neat chalets all lined next to each other. Every one decorated by window boxes filled with chilling black roses. At the entrance sat ten beautifully clean, shiny, black bullet proof SUVs all with blacked out windows and personalised number plates. After surveying the scene Barton and Romanoff decided to head back to the B&B. A whole base full of the worlds greatest assassins against two avengers was not going to end well.

Now it was finally happening in 6 hours they would be landing outside The Morts base all guns blazing. This was the first time in while when each member of the famous group felt nervous.

-

The glistening silver blade dug deeper and deeper into my bruised thigh, thick red blood was oozing out the purple skin. Fat droplets dripping onto the stained cement floor. "Elle oú est la Rosa bijou?" (Where is the Pink Jewel?)

"You know what." I said speaking in English just to piss Louis off. He dug the knife deeper yet again. I suppressed a cry of pain and bit my lip instead, biting until blood dribbled into my mouth.

"What, enlighten me mon petit fleure." My insides cramped the at that name, fists curling in anger.

"Well I was going to give you a clue but now-." I paused controlling the fiery fury. "But now I've changed my mind." A sudden power overcame me, something I had not felt in a while, my feet lifted up quickly soaring into Louis' privet parts. He crumpled over onto the floor in pain, taking this opportunity I jumped up and grabbed the chair. Hoping round in circles I swung the wooden object flying at the suited men now charging at me. But by this time Louis was back to standing he pulled back my shoulders, sending my small body flying into his large one. I squirmed as he held my hips tightly pressing my back into his body.

While the two others were regaining their balance, a dark voice spoke in my ear. "Demain, vous attendez." (Tomorrow, you wait.) The other men had stood up looking furious. Louis shouted at them in French before shoving me onto the floor. Again I felt terrified, but not because of the two burly men advancing on me their clunky fists raised angrily, but because of the what would happen tomorrow.