"Some days she felt like she was swimming in lies, treading water in a sea of deception. One day, surely, she would drown in her own secrets."
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Venetia Sarafian was never like other women. Rather than sitting back and thinking of how she coul...
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Venetia's entire body ached as she laid on the bed in her cell, her legs curled up to her chest to form a tight ball. Her dark raven locks that had once shined were now knotted and greasy, haven't having been able to wash them properly in far too long. Her chocolate eyes that had once shined brightly with confidence and faith were now dull-- almost lifeless.
Venetia Sarafian was a shell of the woman she had been two years ago. For her first few months she had tried to fight against the Hydra scientist and his agents, but she had found herself no match for them. They were always prepared for her every move, any possible attack she could imagine to use against them. So the woman had found herself stuck being their own personal lab rat, always available to them for whatever test or experiment they were wishing to try that day. Her arms that had once only been marked by the black lines and swirls she had been born with were now marred with scars-- both from surgical tests and punishments she received whenever the men felt like it.
She was certain that Fury would have alerted the team and that they would make a move to rescue her from her own personal hell, but no rescue ever came. First she had given up on Fury, guessing that his superiors had given him no choice but to label her as MIA. Next it was Banner, having to admit to herself that she and the scientist barely knew each other-- meaning he had no reason to continue searching for her. After Banner she had given up on Natasha; though she and the redhead had formed a bond over the years she knew that the younger woman was used to losing people. Then it had been Tony. While she was his godmother she could understand why he might give up on her as she had spent much of his life in hiding-- he was used to a life without her. Next was Clint, he had his own life and family that he needed to worry about, he couldn't spend all his free time chasing after leads to try and find her. Steve had been the last one she had given up on. They had gone through a war together, had relied on each other to watch their backs and keep them alive. However, he had been Bucky's friend, not her own, and she could understand why he might lose hope and stop looking for her. After all, she had given up searching for him only a few months after he'd gone into the ocean, why shouldn't he return the favor?
"You need to eat something." A familiar accented voice rang through Venetia's cell. The woman didn't bother to sit up, already knowing that the voice belonged to another one of Hydra's experiments.
Standing on the other side of the clear wall stood a young man in his twenties. He had an angled face with jaw-length platinum blonde hair that was still brown at the roots. His sharp blue eyes stared through the invisible barrier at the woman's small figure. He could see the way she seemed to struggle to keep breathing, her body seeming to be little more than skin and bones nowadays. The muscles she had possessed upon her arrival had withered away due to her lack of nutrition and limited chances to exercise.
