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When the guards came for her the next time, she did not fight. She held her head high and marched out the door and back into the large room. They chained her to the same wall and sat her down roughly. The guards then left again. This time it was only General Barnes keeping her company.
"What happened? Ward still queasy from seeing his best friend beaten?" She sneered, hate filling her voice. The General didn't answer, rather he walked to the table and began arranging the tools, from smallest to largest. The largest resembling some sort of kitchen knife.
"You still have a chance to save you and your friends. You just need to let us in. Do that, and this whole ordeal will be over. Promise." He held his hands up in surrender, as a gesture of good will.
"Like I'll believe you wont kill us as soon as I give you the hack. I know how this works." She replied, keeping her eyes trained on the door through which the guards left. She was terrified of what, or who, they would bring through the door.
"If it were up to me, I would've killed you the moment you refused." Skye turned her focus back on the General, confused,
"What stopped you? Would've saved you a lot of time."
"Ward." Her eyes narrowed at the mention of her former SO's name, "He believes that you can be an asset to this organization, that your skills were wasted working for 'good guys.' He believes he can convince you to turn your back on Shield and join Hydra." Skye laughed for a moment.
"Well then you're really wasting your time. Nobody can make me turn my back on my team. Especially not Ward." The General was about to speak when the guards burst back in the room. Strung between the two of them, dragging her feet and trying her hardest to break free of the goons was a small british girl.
"Simmons!" Skye breathed. The guards managed to sit her down and restrain her properly, with her forearms facing out and her back straight against the back of the chair.
"Skye, listen to me. Don't do what they ask, I can deal with whatever. You need to stay strong. Maria and Tripp will find us. Just keep fi-" One swift slap silenced her friend's speech. General Barnes looked over at the girl sadly,
"I was raised as a gentleman, and as a gentleman I say its rude to hit a lady, especially one so pretty as yourself Agent Simmons. Now if you would let me continue," The General began to toy with the instruments on the table, running his fingers over all the sharp edges, a giant smile filling his face, "I told you, one-by-one, your team would suffer. But you still refuse. You have one chance before Agents Simmons begins to feel my anger."
Skye bit her lip to keep herself from curing at him. She remained silent, eyes trained on Jemma, giving her support. The General sighed at Skye's silence and continued.
"As I said, its rude to hit a lady, so rather instead of brute force, we'll try something different." He picked up a small scalpel and inspected it in the light, "This will do nicely."As he approached, Simmons found herself trying to lean away from the bastard, only to be stopped by the restrains around her arms and chest. Skye tried once again to pull against her chains as the General made two swift cuts to Jemma's cheeks, then inserted the blade into Jemma's forearm.
"Stop!Please don't hurt her!" Skye screamed, as she saw the blood begin to ooze out of the incisions. Jemma bit her lip to keep from crying out, tears filled her eyes.
"This can stop as soon as you agree to comply."
He moved to the other side and began to make another incision on Jemma's other forearm. Jemma couldn't stop the tears the flowed down her cheek, the salt water burning the cuts to her face. She refused to make a sound and give the madman the satisfaction of her pain. The General went back to the table and looked over his instruments, glee filling his face as though he was a child in a candyshop. He picked up a paricularly gnarly instrument that resembled a corkscrew. He returned to the chair and grabbed Simmon's wrist to steady it. He placed the point into her palm and began to turn the instrument, digging it further into her hand. A groan of pain erupted from Jemma's throat, but she refused to scream. The instrument was half in. Skye continued to scream for him to stop, but the General just ignored her and continued twisting the top. Tears streamed down the girls faces. The corkscrew finally made it through to the other side of Jemma's hand. Skye was impressed Simmons hadn't screamed the whole time.
Suddenly something caught Jemma's eye. Hate filled her eyes and her brows furrowed with anger. Skye turned to see Ward had entered the room. She hadn't noticed his entrance, she had been too focused on the corkscrew in Jemma's hand.
"Nice to see you could finally join us Agent Ward. We were just getting started."
Skye studied Ward's face for any sign of discomfort or disgust with the scene before him, but to her dissapointment there was no emotion in those dark eyes. The General had gone back to the table and picked up the kitchen knife. Without warning he turned around and stabbed it into Jemma's thigh. Jemma gave out a horrible scream. Out of the corner of her eye, Skye could see that Ward had flinched at the sound. The General smiled, pleased that he was finally able to get the young agent to illicit a reaction.
Simmon's was covered in blood, it leaked from every cut the General had made, and the loss of blood was starting to show. Skye saw Jemma's head began to drop, her face pale and sweaty.
"Jemma! Stay with me! Please stay with me!" She watched as her best friend lapsed into unconsciousness, her body relaxing against her bonds.
"Simmons!" She screamed, "Please help her! Please! Please!" she pulled at her chains, desperate to reach her dying friend. She searched frantically for Ward. He wont let her die. He still cares. He was nowhere to be seen.
After what seemed like hours, the guards removed the instruments from Jemma's body and untied her from the chair. As the ropes were removed, her body fell forward, caught by one of the guards. As they carried her out, Skye searched the girl for any sign of life, anything to show that she was still there. There was nothing. The General recieved a call on his phone and soon rushed out, leaving her alone in the room. She stared at the pool of blood that had accumulated below the chair.
Jemma's dead. She thought as she stared into the blood, Jemma's dead and its all my fault.
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