When I opened my eyes the man was gone, and couldn't stop crying at the thought of him. The door opened and a woman came in this time. Her graying brown hair pulled back into a tight bun, not a hair out of place. Her cold blue eyes reminded me of the man's, relatives maybe. Her face was thin, wrinkles and severe. Her lips pursed and her her fingers thin and spider like. She had bony shoulders making her appeared slightly hunched. She wore heels and a dressed like a doctor, not a single wrinkle in her uniform. She was a neat freak, I could tell, probably OCD.
She examined before pulling out a syringe similar to the last except this one had green liquid in it. She pressed the tip to my neck before pressing plunger. I waited for the pain, but instead I felt numb. It was then that I realized that I couldn't move, I couldn't even blink, all I could do was stare. I was paralyzed. She then continued to pull out a knife and cut my hair until it was just small spurts of hair coming out of my skull. She took my hair and put it in a baggie. Then she called for someone to come in. The man who had raped entered the room, grinning at the terror in my unblinking eyes. The man pulled out a syringe with purple liquid in it and plunged it into my neck and I was filled with pain. But I couldn't move or thrash around. I was paralyzed in my pain. I felt like screaming, but I couldn't. I was in my own personal hell, trapped in my own body experiencing excruciating agony. And then I could move and then I screamed, I screamed until I couldn't scream anymore. They stood there laughing at me. I realized then, that I was doomed. If I was S.H.I.E.L.D's best chance at infiltrating H.Y.D.R.A then I was doomed to be stuck here for the rest of my life, which seemed to shorten with every passing day.