/ˈwɑɪld·fɑɪər/ a powerful fire that burns out of control across a large area:
A highly flammable composition, as Greek fire, difficult to extinguish when ignited, formerly used in warfare
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She used to stare blankly at the wall, waiting for someone to rescue her, but no one came, no one cared, she used to beg for hours, screaming, banging on her impenetrable cell door, pleading to be freed, she used to fight them, yelling and kicking, lashing out.
Now she fights for them.
But she is not the girl she once was.
She is nothing but an empty shell, chained to the corner of a dark cell. She is accompanied by nothing other than the small red light of a security camera, steadily blinking, always watching. but it doesn't bother her, she doesn't care, she was nothing - or at least that what They said.
They were her Captors, her Masters, they were Hydra.
She was nothing to them, a tool, a weapon, but she doesn't care, she feels nothing, she cares for no one and no one cares for her.
Well, actually, she used to fight for them.
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In which a tormented girl finds a way to break free from those who would have her controlled.
"Did you forget, Ice Pick?"
"I'm your trouble and your gladiator. A killer of the fire."
"I'm your worst nightmare."
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BOOK 3
People change.
That's what happened to her.
She never chose to suffer.
Never chose to be tossed around like nothing but a rag doll.
But she did choose to turn.
She did, choose, not to go back.
What was waiting for her back at home?
Nothing.
She never had a home, but now she did.
Even if it was with the most powerful creatures in the universe.
She's one of them now.
And she's taken her place on the throne.