Tears Come From Cracks in Her Weak Skin

Chapter One

She screamed. Her soft voice exhaling sharp profanities in languages she knew her captors couldn't understand. She made sure they knew of her fury though. Pleading, begging to be let out, for food, water, anything. Nobody came. Until hours later, when they dragged her exhausted body out of her cell and into another. Her once kind, open heart pounded, bloody thoughts of her near future raced through her mind replacing memories of her home, her beloved bakery, and country, her friends and family, with blood, fear, and pain. Instinctively, her short frame tried to squirm out of the tense hold her captors had on her shoulders as they strapped her down onto the chair, two ropes on each of her arms, four on each leg, six on her chest, and one on her neck, which forced her head back, exposing all of her vital organs. They were careful. Smart. She could hardly even breathe. Then, a camera was brought in, it's red light already aglow. They were filming her. She realized. It's probably being sent to Will. She shuddered. Visualizing her leader forcing himself to watch, not even caring if Tommy or Tubbo or Fundy was watching or not. She suppressed a sob. She would not let them see her cry, see her weak, see her break.

The door opened, heavy footsteps steadily growing louder. "I thought I was clear about your terms of citizenship and when I told you that fraternizing with enemies of Manburg was considered high treason. But I guess I was wrong." The rough voice of the president ground against her eardrums. "I guess I should have known your little boyfriend would employ you as his fly on our walls. Don't worry though," Schlatt turned to the camera, a grin spread across his face, he was speaking directly to Wilbur now, "we'll be done with her soon, whether you like it or not." They would not see her cry, see her weak, see her break.

A bucket was then brought into the room, already full of water. A thick washcloth was placed over her face. Before she could comprehend what was about to happen, Schlatt emptied the bucket over her, letting the water soak in. She coughed, choking on the taste of the cloth mixing with the water. "That was just a test run, see how you would react. You know? Now, if you answer my questions, then maybe I'll spare you more pain. What do you say?"

"Fuck-Fuck you. I will never talk." She stuttered, trying to gasp for breath, but the ropes on her neck were too tight, the water was too heavy. But they would not see her cry, see her weak, see her break.

"Whatever. Maybe you won't talk. But I'm sure that, after a couple of sessions of this, your family will."

They could not see her eyes widen, but they certainly heard her scream, "Don't come for me, Will! L'Manburg comes before me! That's what I value most, it's secrets will die with me if they must! Do not come for me!" Another gasp for breath, "I'll be okay. I won't let you down!" Her words were cut off by another swath of water.

"That was getting boring." Schlatt's annoyance was prominent in his voice, "now, let's start with something easy: are there any others? Wilbur isn't dumb enough to give you such a heavy task, so there must be more. Names and we'll cease the pain for today. If you don't talk, well," Schlatt chuckled, "I'll make sure that never happens." She stayed silent. They would not see her cry, see her weak, see her break.

More water. The cloth on her face was beginning to get too heavy, it was suffocating her. Her lungs burned with each inhale. The seemingly never-ending cycle of the same question then water then question then water appeared to go on for hours, even though it probably only lasted likely a half-hour or less. She never spoke a word the entire time. She never let them see her cry, see her weak, see her break.

When they brought her back to her cell, skin bruised and raw from the ropes and head spinning from the torture, she dragged her weak body to the far back corner, curling in on herself. This was where she finally allowed herself to cry, to be weak, to break.

Like I said in the tags, this is going to be a very bloody fic, and further on there's going to be a lot of mental shit going on, like PTSD, anxiety, depression, insomnia, etc. Please, please, please, proceed with caution. Also, this is a work in progress, so expect changes as time goes on.

-M