I was alive when I woke up the next morning. That sure is weird when you think about it. Anyways, I was alive and that's all I really cared about. I didn't eat, but Sabretooth didn't care. He chained me up and this time whipped me, telling me that the only way to stop the pain would be to ask for it to stop. He wasn't just trying to physically hurt me. He wanted to crush my spirit. To break me. I refused to ask, but he said that sleep didn't matter to him. The longer I refused, the harder the whipping. I held out the whole night and well into the next day, mainly because I blacked out after the first five hours or so. I regained consciousness around three in the morning and endured it until finally I could take no more. The skin was whipped completely away and my back was raw. Sabretooth was whipping into muscle tissue, which was excruciatingly painful. I finally asked him to stop, but he laughed. "Oh, no sweetheart. You've held out too long to merely ask. Now you have to beg for it to end."

I refused for another hour and then I had to give in. "Please, please stop!" I begged him and he did. He put down the whip and unchained me. I couldn't hardly stand because of the pain in my back, but he forced me to struggle upstairs. I think he's doin' this more to get back at Wolverine than because he doesn't like me... I thought as I stumbled into the bedroom. I fell onto the bed and got some much-needed sleep. I knew that it would take my back probably weeks to heal at the stage it was in. It was that bad. I drifted off to sleep...

Only to be jerked awake three hours later. "Oh, no frail. You're not gettin' off that easy." I was yanked to my feet and I screamed at the pain in my back. "That's right. Scream for me, sweetheart. Scream real loud." I wanted to die. But I'd never beg for him to kill me. I sucked in a shaky breath and started downstairs. He roughly shoved me to the torture room.

"What now?" I asked hoarsely. It was meant to sound cross. I wished I hadn't spoken.

He pulled out long needle. "Seems Magneto needs some blood." he said, advancing towards me. I shrank away. He grabbed my arm and plunged the needle in deep. He filled it up with my blood, then roughly pushed me away. I stumbled and fell against a spiky mace-thingy. I got away as fast as I could.

He left me in the room, locking the door behind him as he left to give my precious blood to Magneto. I looked warily around. There were all sorts of torture things in here. I shuddered as I looked at them, then jumped when the door opened. Sabretooth came back, needle gone.

"What should we do today? Hmmm... I know! Let's play a game. You're going to tell me what I want to hear. You're going to repeat back whatever I say. Got it?"

I nodded weakly. Whatever keeps me alive.... I thought.

"Good." He picked up a club and the whip. "Every time you don't say as I tell you, you'll get whipped and beaten with this here club and whip. If you do good, however, I won't hurt you. Let's begin. First thing, say exactly as I do. Ready? 'I am pathetic.'"

"You are pathetic." I repeated with a slight smirk.

"Wrong." He brought the club on my head and the whip on my still raw back. My knees buckled, but I stayed standing. "Let's try again. 'I am pathetic.'"

"You are pathetic." I said and got the same results.

We repeated this about two more times before I finally gave in. "I am pathetic." I said, disgusted with myself.

"Good. Now say 'The X-Men will never find me. They hate me.'"

I repeated what he said. He made me say it literally fifty more times, until it became embedded in my mind. Each time I messed up, I got clubbed and whipped and I had to start over.

"Say 'Wolverine never cared for me. He hates me more than the others. I hate him.'"

I said it this time a hundred times, tears running down my cheeks. He beat me for my weakness, then demanded that I say it without the tears. I did. I hated myself.

"Very good frail. One more, then we'll be done and you can sleep. Here it is. 'The

X-Men and their fool of a leader Charles Xavier are wrong. Their dream is dead. Wolverine hates me and will never even come looking for me. He's dead to me. I hate him and he hates me.'"

I repeated the poisonous words, this time five-hundred times. He made me start over again and again. My back was even worse than yesterday and my head was literally cracked open. I finally said it right and was rewarded with finally being able to sleep for the whole night. I passed out as soon as I reached the bed.

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I was roughly shaken awake the next morning. I could barely stand, but I made it down to the torture room. I swayed slightly on my feet as I stood in front of Sabretooth. "What now, Creed?" I said. He took some more blood before finally answering.

"Now, sweetheart, we're gonna play another game. This game is a fighting game. You against me. We start now." He rushed at me and before I could register what had happened, I was down.

I wearily stood up, popping my claws with some effort. I fought back furiously. Creed's "lessons" had finally sunk in. I was becoming more like him...

That scared me. I fought back against him, leaving my mark more than a few times. He healed quickly though, whereas I was still healing from the beatings I had taken. I slipped easily into a feral rage and relentlessly attacked him.

Finally, he hit me across the face hard enough to send me spinning into the abyss. Unconsciousness took me and I lay bleeding and broken on the floor of that dirty room. He had finally broken me. He had crushed my spirit. I wept even in unconsciousness as I remembered that my family didn't want me. I was just a stupid little girl. I was pathetic. I deserved to die.