My heart started beating faster. If that was possible. Coulsons look changed from shocked to angry in a heartbeat.
"Anton Ivanov," he growled with disgust.
"Ahhh Director Coulson is awake. I guess we can begin the game then,"Anton said walking away and ignoring Coulson. He walked to the door and whistled his goons in. What I saw next made my heart sink.
The same two guys from earlier walked in each pushing a different thing. The first guy came in with a metal table on wheels, and a variety of torture tools and put it a few feet away from Mack in the corner.
What the second guy pushed in was what made me really scared. He pushed a large marble tub full of water and stopped directly behind me.
"Now I guess we can begin without Dr.Fitz and Agent MacKenzie. I'm sure you'll wake them up with your screams though Daisy so don't worry about them missing the game."
"Your a sick bastard," May spat at him with venom. Coulson was still staring at the tub. Jemma was hanging her head. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the pain to come. I was failing terribly.
"Now agent May, that's no way to talk to me. See everytime you make a wrong move or say the wrong thing," he turned to me, "Daisy here pays the price." With that, he drew back his fist and a second later pain exploded through my cheek. The taste of iron filled my mouth but I didn't care. I was just worried about what ever came next.
"Seeing as I didn't even ask a question yet, and the game hasn't started, I'd say that this is a bad start. I'm sure Daisy here feels the same way, huh. I knocked a full grown man out with one hit before. I'm dissapointed that Daisy here is tougher than that. Then again, she is an alien." No one's said anything. Not yet, at least.
I looked to May. Her jaw was clenched so hard that I thought she would break a tooth. Warm blood trickled down the side of my face and the pain was throbbing with every beat of my heart.
"I certainly did not take this group for the silent type. With the exception of Dr.Simmons, of course."
"Ivanov let them go, I'll tell you what you want if you just let them go," began Coulson.
"I won't hear such silly talk from you again Director, now I do believe we are holding the game off. So let me begin with my first question. This one is for our dear Dr.Simmons." Jemma's head snapped up at the mention of her name."Its a rather simple one, Doc. If you would, please tell me about how this pests powers exactly work?"
Not knowing whether to answer the insane man in front of her, she looked to May. Coulson was now staring at the chair Daisy was in, deep in thought. May looked to Jemma, and nodded her head no with a sad and worried look on her face, knowing what comes next.
Without hesitating, Anton turned to the metal cart and picked up a large hunting knife with a black handle and whipped around to face me.
"Last chance, Dr.Simmons. Last chance, before this pest in front of us is pushed to the limits." I looked to Jemma and gave her a weak smile.
"It's ok, I can take this. He hits like a girl anyways," I somehow found my voice and told Simmons. Without any warning, searing hot pain slithered it's way up my left shoulder as the knife cut through the black sleeves of my tactical suit.
I held back a cry of pain and surprise and instead let out a shaky breath when the cut was finished.
"Hmmm, I guess Dr.Simmons isn't a great friend after all to this piece of crap. Let's try May. Hmm, Agent May? Are you good friends with this, this thing. Here's your question. What really happened in Bahrain?" He walked over and crouched in front of her, twirling the knife like the madman he is.
May stared at the red on his knife. Stared at him. Saying nothing, not even flinching when he abruptly stood and walked over to me. I looked at May the entire time and finally noticed the soft look on her face. She was worried, for me. I was to.
"Well well, I guess it doesn't surprise me no one has spoken for you yet Daisy. I knew they were too good to be true. I mean, who would want an alien in their team, their family? Obviously not them." With that, I felt the knife press against the top of my shoulder and drag slowly around my back all the way to the other shoulder, not cutting. Yet.
Just when I thought he was about to cut me, a familiar and welcome voice spoke up.
"Anton I have safety measures set up. It's been over 10 hours since our kidnapping and anyone who hasn't seen our entire team in that time, is to initiate Avenger Protocol," Coulson stated quickly. "We have the best of the best looking for us now and, well, quite frankly I would say that's a problem for you."
"Why, Agent Coulson. How do I know your not bluffing? To protect this thing in this chair in front of you. I know if I had a daughter I would say anything, even if it was a complete shit lie. But I'll take your word for it." He nodded to one of the his goons."Ryder go check out this Avengers story and Jason will stay with me for a little fun with this pest," and smiled at the last part. "Thanks for the heads up Director. Now where were we? Oh yea, cutting this thing. Ok Agent May you have one more chance before I hurt her, and it's not gonna be no pussy cut like the last one with Dr.Simmons was."
Almost forgetting about Jemma I turned to loo at her. My arm still throbbed from the cut but I would happily take it if it meant protecting my team. Fitz and Mack must've been knocked out pretty god because they still haven't woken up.
May hasn't said a word.
"I'll take that as a pass on your part, Agent?" Anton shrugged and walked around to face me. "Maybe we could start with a little more pain than last time, eh?" His breath smelled of alcohol and oddly peaches. My heart was pounding fast and as he stood up I didn't close my eyes, trying to anticipate the pain.
I watched as he took the hunting knife from the table, with his other knife still in its holster, and positioned the tip against the top of my right hand. Then the pain came.
