Okay, again this is a very disturbing chapter. The content is intense and vile. I just wanted to warn you. I'm updating regularly at the moment but this will soon change as I have Uni and work. I hope to finish this story soon, so keep posted. As always, unfortunately, I don't own anything except Teyadarma. Please read and review.
Steve had seen war, death, suffering, and pain. He had lived through the depression, seen poverty and been alone. He knew what it was like to feel alone, to be seen as someone not important. He knew all this,he'd lived all this.
But the things he saw through this machine, the things that his Teya, his darling kitten had lived through were unimagined. Even in all of his most vivid nightmares, he could have never fathomed the horrors that comprised Teya's childhood. The evil of HYDRA was rivalled by the evil that tormented and tortured Teya.
Memory after memory was shown. Tony was sobbing as he tried fruitlessly to break open the glass. To try and save his daughter from having to relive what had happened. He had promised that he would never hurt his children, neglect them or torment them in the way his parents had him. It was in that moment that he realised that he had done worse than his dear mother and father.
Teya was currently chained to a dirty wall; the exposed brickwork scratching her skin and rubbing away at its layers. The bloodstained shackles that suspended her arms above her head were pulling at her wrists, making them feel as though they were slowly being ripped off. Her body slamming into the wall repeatedly as Mr. Simonson's fists came down on her prepubescent torso and chest not helping matters.
Each landing of his fist drew a moan, she had long since given up on keeping quiet. She was near naked, her modesty only preserved by her underwear and a ripped tank top. Her body and face bleeding profusely. Drawing in a staggered breath, she tried to take inventory of what was damaged.
Mr. Simonson had been going at it for at least three hours; he was just as breathless as she was. Her left eye was swollen shut, a cut above her brow seeping blood. She suspected that he had fractured two, maybe three ribs on her right, and broken one on her left. She had bruises and cuts all over her body, and a deep cut just under her diaphragm.
She was in bad shape, her arms throbbing from the lack of blood flow to them. Letting her head fall back she prayed that she didn't lose consciousness. She wanted to remember all of this, remember his every touch so that when the time came for her revenge, she would know exactly what to do.
The cellar, where he executed all his "punishments" was cold, damp and stuffy. The air was stale and smelled of misery. The lingering smell of urine and vomit clogging her nose, with each painful breath. There were blood stains all over the walls, to her tired and painfully mind, it created a miserable painting. A collage of suffering, of innocence lost.
Teya knew what he planned to do. He was going to play with her, make her suffer immense pain then offer her some respite by tricking her into fucking him. Of course, he would work it better, though taking into consideration who it was she didn't really think he was capable of it anyway. He would beat her until she accepted his offer to have sex with him. He was trying to make her responsible for her own pain.
Olivia had told her that it wouldn't be her fault when she first told her what she knew was going to happen. She said that, even though he had made it appear as though she had a choice, she didn't and it would still be rape. It was an admission of content through coercion. It didn't count and never would. It had comforted her then, as it was now.
Three hours in, Mr. Simonson was surprised that she was holding on so well. She hadn't pissed or shit herself one, plus she had only just started screaming in the last half hour. He was impressed, and he was having so much fun. All the others never lasted this long, begging for him to stop and let them go. Her resolve to stay quiet was impressive, if not annoying.
"Ya know, I can make this all go away. I can make it all stop. All you need to do is say yes" he said, trying to put on a comforting, soft voice. Teya stared at him as he neared, reaching out his hand to stroke her face. His hand moved from stroking her cheek to cupping it as his thumb moved over her lips.
She didn't know where it came from, but she didn't resist as she opened her mouth and slammed her teeth over his thumb. Biting down as hard as she could, she met a moment of resistance as she felt a hard pressure until she broke through the bone. He screamed and jerked his hand away as she ripped off his thumb.
Spitting out the severed thumb she almost gagged from the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Mr. Simonson screamed as he cradled his bleeding hand to his chest. Rage bubbled within him as he brought his fist down on her face, wanting to make her pay for disfiguring him.
He stepped back, expecting to see her unconscious or crying. But she wasn't. She was smiling, her ripped and chapped lips caked with her own dried blood and his, grilling down her chin. She laughed a childlike giggle that made his skin crawl. For a moment, a brief moment, so quick he thought that he had imagined it, her eyes changed. Glowed black as they came to life, her body arching and rearing back. An unearthly howl eruption from her throat.
He stood still as she slumped back, head hanging forward. He didn't know what to do.
Natasha stared at Teya, who in this memory looked to be about eleven or twelve. Her thin, boyish body that was only just starting to develop some feminine curve. She took in the way that her body looked, slumped and chained. Suspended above the dirt covered ground.
Her suspicions had been right; the creature that took over had been with Teya for a very long time. It didn't appear to be present during her early childhood; the image of a five-year-old girl terrified and alone, molested by a man in his late thirties, disgusting her and proving that this power either hadn't developed until her early teens or hadn't been within her until her pain had created it inside her.
It was with sick satisfaction that they watched Teya bite off that monsters hand. Natasha feeling a swell of pride that even though she was at a physical disadvantage, she had fought back.
The rage that had dimmed slightly with the punch to her face rose again as Simonson took a step back. Pulling at his belt buckle, he began to undo it. The smile on Teya's face vanished as fear took hold. "No!" she shouted, shaking her head. Desperation in her voice she repeated over and over 'no'.
"No!" she screamed as he dropped his pants to the floor. "No! No, don't!" she screamed as he pulled down his boxers, his penis coming into view. "No! Please, No!" she cried as he started to walk towards her. She cried, thrashed about trying to kick her legs in an attempt at stopping him.
Ripping her underwear down her trembling legs, he pulled her close to himself. Steve doubled his efforts at trying to break the glass, trying to get her free. Tony fell to the floor, knees buckling beneath him as his daughter was about to be raped.
Natasha and Clint held back tears as they stood next to a motionless Nick. Never had it occurred to him that all this pain could be experienced and that he would be forcing her to relive it.
It came as a shock when a young woman came up behind the man and hit him in the back of the head. He fell to his knees, dazed as she brought a place of wood down on him twice more.
Olivia, upon seeing him on the floor got to work trying to undo Teya's chains. The poor girl had been down here too long, so long that she had worried that he had killed her. Trying to get her down, she grabbed Teya's legs and lifted her up enough for her shackles to unhook. They fell to the floor, Teya unable to support her own weight and Olivia having been hit in the back of the head by the same piece of wood she used to stop Simonson.
Pushing him back, Olivia tried to find something to protect herself, but all the weapons were near her attacker. Simonson, having landed on a tray of knives picked one up and lunged at the two girls.
Olivia tried to hold him off, Teya gripping the walls to stand as she leant helplessly. She saw what he was going to do, Olivia too distracted to notice. Pushing herself at them, Teya tried to push Olivia out of the way, just as Simonson plunged the knife into her stomach.
Gasping, blood filling her mouth, Teya clutched onto Simonson's shoulders. He pulled the knife out only to plunge it in again, lower into her torso. The shock unable to block the pain, Teya let out a blood-curdling scream, as she for a third time plunged the knife into her abdomen.
Olivia grabbed the nearest thing she could, a small axe and brought it down into his back. He left go of Teya, who he'd been holding up as he'd been stabbing her and arched. Trying to reach behind him to pull out the axe, Olivia beat him to it. Ripping it out, he collapsed onto his knees. Before he could move further, she brought the axe down again into the back of his skull.
The life drained from his eyes as she stood panting. Olivia's attention was drawn away from the dead body by a groan. Her attention snapping back to Teya, she rushed over to her and tried to stop the bleeding coming from the multiple stab wounds.
Once again, smoke began to fill the glass room as Teya laid on the floor, clutching her stomach. Coming back to reality, Teya slowly began to realise where she was. Her eyes again locating Steve's.
Natasha couldn't watch anymore. It was one thing to torture people who had harmed other, extract information from them when needed, but it was another to torture a young woman for no other reason than to see what she could do.
Pulling out her gun she pointed it to the back of Nick's head. Clint taking heed, drew his bow, aiming at the guards in the room. Tension filled the room as no one moved. "Enough! Let her go. You aren't going to find anything" Natasha said. Fury stood still for another moment before he nodded.
"Stand down" he commanded the guards, who immediately lowered their weapons. Clint and Natasha, although lowering their own, didn't put them away as the guards had. Fury pressed the release button watched with bated breath as the glass unlocked and slowly began to rise.
Steve moved back only long enough for the glass to rise enough for him to slip under. He ran to Teya, who was laid on the floor panting. Gathering her in his arms she held her. Rocking her back and forth as he tried to draw her back into reality.
He was unprepared for when she opened her eyes, eyes completely black. Gasping he almost dropped his arms from around her, shocked to see the normally hazel eyes he loved gone. She looked at him, staring into his eyes as he stared back. They heard shouting as Tony and Fury fought, Fury trying to see what she had become, Tony trying to kill Fury.
Tilting her head just so, Teya blinked. The black dimmed some, but still dominated her eyes. "She's sick, and she won't let us fix her. You need to get her to let us help or she will die". The words left Teya's mouth but were not from her voice. It sounded as though multiple voices were whispering, bouncing together to project a single message, to become one voice.
Swallowing, Steve asked in concern "What do you mean she's sick?"
"Mistress is sick from within. It is small now, but soon it shall spread and we shall be unable to heal her. You must convince her to let us help".
"Why should I trust you?" Steve countered. Even though it appeared to be his Teya, he knew that this was something completely different, something that was not his kitten. Though, the way this creature was looking at him was similar to the way Teya looked at him.
"You can trust us, we only wish to serve our mistress. But she is resisting. We would never wish to hurt her. And we would never lie to you, mate" the voice said with finality. Teya's eyes slammed shut as she screamed, her chest arching up, then dropping back.
Steve was immobile, the words spoken by this…creature within Teya, no a part of Teya, swimming around his mind. The words 'sick' and 'mate' stood out the most, but it was all secondary to the worry Steve was facing as Teya didn't open her eyes.
"Teya! Teya, open your eyes!" he called as he shook her slightly. He shook her again and again to no avail. Despair gripped him as he held her tighter, trying to get her to open her eyes once more. Five terrifying minutes later, with one last desperate shout for her to open he eyes, Teyadarma's eyes began to flicker open.
Drowsily looking around, Steve and Teya's eyes met. All the noise around them, the people, everything faded as they basked in each other's presence. Smiling, Steve fought back tears as he leaned down and laid a kiss on Teya's head. Pressing his forehead against hers, he let go of the worry he felt and just enjoy the moment.
It didn't register to either of them that he had been repeating the word mate, over and over. All they knew and cared about was being in each other's arms. Making sure that the other was safe. Reality was pressing down on them, but it could wait a few moments. Just until they were sure that they were safe and together.