Pain. That is all I feel. How can this psycho even stand to witness torturing a teenage girl, let alone doing it himself? That psycho's name, is Dr. Doom but some know him by Victor Von Doom. As of now, I was strapped to a chair in a cold, dull room. The walls were a dull gray with unnatural splatters of blood, the same splatters on the white tile floor. Next to the door in front of me, there is a bulletproof window that looks through into the hallway and across the hall, to where I see two teenage girls inside of a cell. They appear to be curled up with one-another on the bottom bunk. That's when I see them. There were two guards trying to bust through the door to most likely get to the girls. At that very moment when I saw them, Dr. Doom came stomping into the room with a determined expression on his face. He noticed me looking at him and smiled evilly.

"The Avengers are going to be here any second. I obviously will be escaping, but you. You..." He says, just as a loud CRASH! cuts off the last of his sentence.

He frowns angrily and walks to the counter behind me. I've been here long enough to know that it has an assortment of torture tools, drugs, and other things to inflict pain upon the prisoner. I have so many scars, cuts, and bruises you wouldn't even want to look at me if you saw them. Behind me, he picks up something with a loud scraping sound and walks in front of me. He glares.

"One last time. For the..." he searches for the right word. "Memories."

"*Gulp*" I was scared. But of course, he has to have the worst weapon inside of the base. Or shall I say, weapons.

In his rough, dry hands, he holds a pistol and in the other, a knife with a six inch blade. I feel my eyes grow hot, and realize they were watering.

'Stop it Lila, he doesn't deserve your tears.' I tell myself.

He shoots my right kneecap, but I grit my teeth and block out the pain. I feel him shoot my only good leg and feel the pain start to tingle and immediately close it off so it's less painful for me. I see him shove the knife into my left arm so I close my eyes and wait for it to be over.

A few minutes later, I don't feel anything new digging into my skin and slowly open my eyes. The only occupant of the room is me. I look out the room into the cell parallel from me and find it empty. I look down to my new wounds and count them: 5. One in both my kneecaps, left arm, right foot, and finally, my left shoulder. I notice the restraint on my right arm was looser than usual-a lot looser. I wriggle my arm loose and it slightly cuts into my skin, but not too much. I unstrap the others and slowly scoot my chair over to the door. Although some would think it would be painful, I once again ignored it. Once I had reached the door, I open the door. I look down the hall either way of me and hear gunshots. I see a man that looked to be Captain America come around the bend, but I feel faint and weak. I can't ignore the pain anymore, and I feel the blood leaking through the holes, the pain whizzing through my body. I scream in pain and my hands fling to my knees, but only succeed in making my body flop to the floor. The last thing I saw was Captain Rogers coming running towards me with a concerned and determined look in his eyes. I let out another gravelly scream as I was swept into unconsciousness.

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