Into the Mist. (Avengers FanFiction) Sequel to Away We Go

Chapter 11

Roland's P.O.V.

I screamed, clutching the pole before me as the guard withdrew the whip. Another whistle as it sailed through the air.

Another crack against the already mutilated skin of my back.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, pooling into my eyes that were already wet with tears. Everything blurred, the eerie red glow of the chamber not helping with the impairment of my vision. The man behind me had been silent throughout the entire ordeal, only set on delivering the excruciating blows. However, I could not say the same for Ms. Crazy.

"You absolutely must be getting tired, Roland," she drawled, snickering from her place in the corner of the room.

I growled, arms flexing as I tugged against the ropes that bound me to the pole rooted in the floor. I wanted to curse her a hundred ways to Sunday but the rawness of my throat stopped me from getting myself into a bigger pile of horse crap.

"You don't have anything to say? Didn't change your mind?" she asked, feigning surprise. I could just imagine her face, turned up into a Cheshire smile full of barely concealed malice. I shook my head, gritting my teeth as it sent a new wave of agony sailing down my spine. The pain of the old break and the new lacerations melded together, making it impossible to discern what injury had begun smarting more.

"I think an additional 20 will do it," she said after receiving no response. I listened as the clacking of her heels started up, getting nearer and nearer to where I kneeled on the steel floor. Then she was crouched before me, smiling like I was her favorite person in the world and we were enjoying a beautiful picnic in the park. With her flushed cheeks and red hair, she was quite pretty.

"It's the cute ones that are always crazy," I thought, hoping my glare would obliterate her. She reached out, condescendingly patting my cheek. I moved to bite the appendage, only earning a vicious smack to the face, her nails raking just below my eye. Her expression had morphed into one of animalistic rage, before settling once again into a happy one.

"See ya' later, honey," she purred, before standing and waltzing out of the door to the left. I watched her retreat through the small window, before closing my eyes and bracing for another round of torture.

The whip cracked once against and the ground, and I held my breath, tensing, when an unholy scream sounded from outside the door.

Steve Roger's a.k.a

"NO! Let me go! Let me go!"

I bolted upright, nearly tripping over my feet as I stood. All was quiet for a moment, before the screaming started up again. With no windows I couldn't determine where the noise was emanating from- it seemed to come from everywhere. I stared at the metal walls, as if they would suddenly reveal whoever was in distress. I strained my ears as the woman continued to shriek, the voice accompanied by a deep tenure I could hardly make out.

"LET. ME. GO!"

With a jolt I stumbled backwards, the recognition nearly paralyzing me. "Natasha," I breathed, panic bursting in my heart and rushing through my veins. "Natasha!" I shouted, banging on the walls. "Natasha, can you hear me?! Are you alright!?" They couldn't do this again, not to her!

"Get off of me!" she screamed, followed by a poetic stream of colorful curses.

"Quiet, wench," the deep tenure boomed, and I instantly knew who it was. Loki.

"I'll kill you!" Natasha screeched, and I'd give anything to see what was happening. Where were they? How was I hearing this?

I could hear everything going on but I couldn't help her. Alarms began blaring, the pounding of footsteps echoing around me.

"Release the prisoner," someone ordered, followed quickly by the rapid cocking of guns. It sounded like hundreds.

"I'll do as I please," Loki sneered, voice grating on every nerve I had. And that's when the real screams started.