Ok hopefully this version is better! Sorry it was all jumbled. Also, I'm sorry for the delay in posting. I'm currently working on an original novel and I'm terrible at multitasking. Thank you for all the lovely comments on the last chapter and I hope you enjoy this one!

I woke up somewhere dark. I could no longer make out the faint buzz of electricity that usually surrounded me. Odd, I thought. I struggled to my feet, gripping my broken ribs which had apparently been bandaged tightly while I had been unconscious. My hand had also been set in a hard cast. I began pacing the room in which I was being kept. It was a large room and it took me a while to find the wall. Or was it a wall?

I ran the fingers from my good hand over metal mesh. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness and I could tell I was stuck in a shoddily made cage of chicken wire and metal sheeting. A Faraday cage? I had made one back in middle school for a science fair. I was so screwed. I wouldn't be able to access any electronics from here.

Hydra soldiers were pacing outside the cage and there were lab desks against the wall occupied by scientists wearing the same insignia. Dim lights cast a sickly shade of green across the concrete floor and I realized that I was in a large warehouse of sorts. A catwalk stretched across and over the cage, loud footsteps clanging along the metal every now and then.

The cage was empty except for a metal dentist's chair that sat in the middle of the room and a very uncomfortable looking cot set up in the far corner covered by a thin gray blanket. The cage had a double entrance. There was a door followed by a smaller cage and then a door that led into the main room, presumably to keep me separated from any electricity.

I walked back to the middle of the cage and sat on the edge of the chair, watching the soldiers make their rounds. It took a few moments for one of them to realize I was awake. He pulled a receiver from his pocket and murmured into it, all while keeping his eyes trained on me.

Soft footsteps came closer and closer until Adam stood in front of the wire door. He limped slightly and shifted his weight to the opposite side, using one arm to lean against the cage. His crooked smile grated on my nerves as he simply studied me for a moment before speaking.

"I see you figured a way out of my bracelet." He clucked his tongue in a disapproving manner. "And you managed to mangle your hand in the process..." He trailed off.

"I was doing fine until your friends caved my ribs in."

"A little repayment for my leg." He shifted his bad leg forward and pulled up the hem of his pants showing me a still healing gash that was embedded with sutures.

"Sorry, not sorry?" And it was true, I no longer felt any sense of lingering emotions for Adam, only disdain. How had I fallen for this man, this truly disturbed individual? He never gave two shits about me and I had followed him around like a love sick puppy. I was angry with myself, more so than with him.

He pursed his lips before rolling his pant leg back down and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing in pure malice. He waved his hand at a few of the soldiers and the group of them entered into the first compartment, closing the metal door behind them. I stood up, ready for a fight.

"This will hurt less if you comply." Adam said nonchalantly as he followed behind them.

They entered through the last door and circled around me. The sound of the door closing replayed over and over in my head, it's resounding click sending waves of anxiety through my body. Last time I tried to fight my way out of the situation it didn't end so well and with no iron man suit in my control I was basically useless. I turned in circles, attempting to thwart any one who dared grab at me but there were too many of them. One soldier feigned an attack and as I turned to face him I was grabbed from behind. Strong arms enclosed around my already very sore waist and I was lifted up. I swung wildly and blindly at anything within my arm's reach but my wrists and ankles were quickly restrained by the other soldiers and I was placed on the cold metal chair, their hands replaced by metal cuffs. A thick leather strap secured my head tightly to the table. He took a syringe from his pocket and slid it into the vein of my good arm, injecting me with the all too familiar burn of the neuroserum.

The soldiers retreated as I struggled to break free of the metal but the cuffs were too tight to slip out of. Slowly, they exited and I was left with Adam. He drummed his fingers on the chair in a happy rhythm, smiling to himself while ensuring the forehead strap was tight enough. He snapped his fingers and a young woman wearing a doctor's coat entered the cage, pushing a cart with various medical equipment spread on top. Behind her, a man pushed an EKG monitor and a saline drip.

I fidgeted as he placed the sticky electrodes on my forehead and temples but I couldn't take my eyes off of the shiny scalpel laying in plain sight.

"What the hell are you doing?" I sputtered but Adam simply ignored me.

The woman held out a surgical gown and he placed it on his shoulders, allowing her to tie the strings behind his back. He slid blue gloves over his hands and walked forward with some orange looking liquid on gauze. The cold liquid shocked me as he scrubbed at the center of my forehead. He would scowl down at me very now and then as I scrunched my face, trying to avoid the scrubbing.

A prick in my arm told me the saline had been injected. The beeping of the monitor echoed in my ears and my heart began to race, causing it to beep faster. No anesthesia, no pain killers. What exactly was he planning to do? Surely he didn't need that scalpel.

My stomach lurched as he picked up the scalpel I had been eyeing all along. He turned and held it out in front of me so that I could see it glint in the green light. A wicked smile formed on his face as my eyes widened in terror.

"No." I gasped, barely able to get the word out.

"It's just a simple skull implant, Sam, you'll live, trust me."

And with that, he steadied his arm on my shoulder and placed the scalpel to my forehead. I could hear it scraping along my skull, reverberating inside my head. It stung and burned like fire, reminiscent of the pain I had felt in my hand when I removed the bracelet. He paused for a moment, only long enough to shove a rubber bit into my mouth. I felt my skin peel from the bone, blood dripping down my nose and near eyes. The woman would occasionally blot at it now and again.

I winced, tears welling in my eyes. I wasn't going to scream, I wouldn't. Instead I clenched my teeth, biting down onto the rubber bit as hard as I could, gritting through the intense pain. I wasn't going to show any weakness. I could do this, I thought.

Adam held a strange thin triangular piece of metal with a hole in the middle in front of my eyes before placing it on the bone. He picked up a very short screw and then a drill of sorts. Pain. I felt like I was dying as my cranium vibrated and I felt the screw pierce and break the bone. I couldn't hold it in any longer, it was just too much. I screamed and made low animalistic noises as he continued to slowly drill into my head. Tears fell down my face and began to soak my shirt and rib bandages. I was so cold and the room was spinning. The lights seemed ten times darker than they had been before and all the noise seemed so distant.

I fell down the black hole of unconsciousness but I wasn't alone.