FBI, Open My Heart (Ash R6 x Male Reader)

Imprisoned

A/n: Angst warning. Blood, murder, and mind control are introduced in this chapter. Read at your own risk. Without further ado, enjoy the story.

Y/n's Point of View, five days after being imprisoned, Day 8 after sex, 0900 hours, [REDACTED]

"Day six of being held in a foreign prison, most likely in a different country. I have yet to find a way out of the torture I have been through. My captors often say that I am theirs, but I dismiss it. They force me to work on the barrier protecting the area, but rather fighting against it, I complied. I have no idea why, or how. This is my last piece of paper. Goodbye." I write on the last page if the notebook.

The rest of it was of drawings about what I've been through, the cuts, bruises, scars. The multiple lacerations from the whip.

Sandra came back with her mask on. "Time for breakfast, sweetie."

"Yes, honey."

What the hell am I saying!? Why did I say that!?

"Sweetie, you need to step out if you want to eat." Sandra calmly said.

"Yes, ma'am."

What the fuck!? Why am I like this!? I'm never like this! Am I being broken?

Sandra brought my cuffed arms to the cafeteria, where she fed me a shitty version of bacon and eggs.

I was taken back to my cell after said breakfast. I sat on my small cot and start to think of my team. My mind was filled with thoughts of Meghan and Eliza, my two favorite girls. I smile softly and get on my comms.

"Rainbow, do you copy?" I quietly ask.

It sounded like someone fell. They grabbed the microphone and tapped it. "Huh? What's wrong?" Meghan sleepily asked. "Who is this?"

"Take a guess."

Meghan paused for a while and squealed. "Y/n! How are your comms working? You're in Siberia."

"I have no idea, but the White Mask are stupid enough to not take a thing in my ear." Meghan chuckled and tapped on a keyboard. "I can't talk, just tell me when you are coming to break me out."

"We'll keep you filled in. Right now, we're planning to go tomorrow. Love you, brother." Meghan was being rushed by someone. "Alright, I have to go."

"Love you, too." Meghan crackles out of hearing, leaving me in the silent cell.

Richie was killed a few days ago, taken back to his cell. His body was still rotting, but I was used to it. It was sad to see such a nice guy get shot in the head.

A White Mask walked up to my cell and hit his hand with something. "You got a present." He handed me a hat. "Enjoy. This might be the last time you get one."

It had the letters FBI on it. I run my thumb over the dust and shake it. "Weird, I only know one person with......... Eliza!"

I hug the dirty hat and lay down. Thoughts of Eliza and I were rushing to my head.

One thought was of her in my arms, sick of the flu, in our apartment. She looked up to me and smiled. "Took you long enough to see that I was flirting with you." She said.

Another memory was of my first day at the HQ. "Don't call me Eliza, too formal." She threatened as she pushed me to the wall.

All of these flashbacks were because the same hat was on. Eliza kept that hat forever, but she switched it out for a more hats and berets when I was turned into a smasher. But something seemed wrong, my memories were altered.

I remember that Eliza wasn't in my arms, she just rubbed her head on my arm, and she didn't have the flu, she had a cold. But, the more I think about it, the worse it gets. Sandra's face was slowly replacing my girlfriend's.

"What the hell?" I whisper. "Why is she taking over me?"

"Shut up. You've always wanted me.... Have you, baby?" I cracked when Sandra said that.

"Uh, n-no, actually, y-yeah." I was slipping away into a dreamlike state as Sandra walked in my cell.

Slowly but surely, Eliza was no more. She was but a blur in my mind.

"Good, it looks like I finally have my man all to myself." Sandra sat on my chest and smiled from the small gap. "Who do you work for?"

"Rainbow?" I get a shock from a taser. "The White Mask?"

"Good boy. Who is the leader?" Sandra stroked my hair with her eyes trained on me.

"S-Six?" I get another shock. "There is no leader, we are one?"

Sandra smiled softly and got off. "You've been influenced by the bad guys. Don't worry, we have helped you escape."

Then it clicked..... I really was manipulated into my mindless behavior. Sandra giggled and waved.

I quickly stand as the cell's barred slide closed. I grab the bars and bang my head.

"Shit, shit, shit. I knew it!"

I pace around the cell and stop at the small window. Its small glare of sunlight teased me with a ray shining through.

"It's useless, I'm stuck in this fucking prison." I sat on my bed and grab the unfamiliar hat. "Why can't I remember you?"

I toss it in the sink to wash. But instead of getting up, I was getting into a depressed state of mind.

Thoughts filled my head. Evil thoughts I never wish to tell anyone about. Murdering innocent people, burning down buildings, planting bombs.

I grab my head and lay in the fetal position. "Just go away." I angrily yelled to nobody. "Just go away!"

I get up and punch the brick wall multiple times. My knuckles were drenched in my own blood.

I fall to my knees and spot the notebook. I grab it and tear out all of the pages inside.

"This is breaking me down, this is tearing me apart!" I shake the bars. "I'm going insane!"

A few White Mask with needles and rope ran to me. They held onto their weapons in fear as the cell was opened.

"Fuck you!" I grab the one with the needle and stabbed the other. "I am okay! I don't need your god damn help."

I end up hanging the needled White Mask and left the other a bloody mess.

"What am I doing?" I look at my bloodied hands and cry of confusion. "Why can't I be free!?"

Someone called the comms. "Y/n, we have intel of your location. Be on the lookout for us, we are inbound to your position." The voice of a man said.

I reach the microphone with a shaky hand and let out a rippled breath. "Please, I don't want to see you.... I've done some bad, bad things."

Someone else got on. "Y/n, baby, what's wrong?"

"Who is this?"

"It's me, Eliza." This 'Eliza' character said.

"Oh, um, hello, Eliza. But, I don't know you."

The line went silent. "Excuse me, what!?"

"I'm sorry, I've never heard that name before."

Nobody talked for a few minutes. I dry the blood with the torn pages, hoping to get some of it off. The sink taunted me, but my legs were as weak as my hands themselves.

"We're coming to get you." Someone said. "Don't worry, brother."

"Brother........ Brother." I quietly repeat. Memories of Meghan were starting to come to me. I press my comms and breathe heavily. "Meghan, Meghan, do not save me! I'm not myself, I have been held as a White Mask under my will!"

The line fell silent again.....