A bag was placed over Amelie's head as she was lifted onto something. The ground was cold and hard, and she felt the ground beginning to move under her. Suddenly, something stabbed into her thigh. She gasped out, feeling tired almost immediately.
"What...W-What..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she felt the drug relax her body. Her eyes became heavy, and she gave into the effects, falling asleep from the concoction injected into her.
As the jet landed in a forest, La Muerte put his cigar out. He stretched a bit, then lifted up the limp form of Amelie`. He descended down the platform of the jet and walked towards a massive compound.
It had thick concrete walls with barbed-wire fences surrounding the fortress. Guard towers surrounded the compound, snipers in each tower. La Muerte flashed a card, and the front guards allowed him inside. He travelled through dimly lit hallways into a room with a large, metal door.
He opened it slowly, stepping inside carefully. He slams the door behind him as he throws her onto the ground.
"You've been a thorn in my side, bitch.." He yells almost as he lifts her up again, bringing her wrists above her head. He ties a chain around her wrists, pulling another chain to his right, lifting her in the air. The pulley system rattled as it lifted her into the air, her feet dangling now. He grabbed a bucket filled with brown water, throwing it at her.
Amelie` gasped awake, her eyes looking around frantically. She struggled a bit, finding her hands chained up. She kicked her feet a bit, a frown on her face. La Muerte chuckled, gripping her by the chin.
"Look at me, bitch..." La Muerte commanded, his dark brown eyes glaring through Amelie's.
Amelie's heart was racing, her body already shaking involuntarily. "I I'm not...Afraid of you...Muerte.."
La Muerte smiled, taking his balaclava off. It revealed a scarred face. Amelie` tried to avert her eyes, but Muerte gripped her head, forcing her to look at him.
"I'm going to break you harder than before. I will make sure you know how worthless you really are..."
La Muerte walked behind her to a table, lifting up some tools. Amelie` tried to turn to see what he was doing, but he was too far behind her.
"Don't worry, Amelie`. I am coming back around..." He walks back in front of her, an evil smirk on his face.
Amelie` felt her heart sink as she noticed what was in his hands. He had a metal crowbar in his hand, dried blood on the end of it. La Muerte feigned shock.
"Oh? What? Are you scared now? Of this?" He swiftly lifted the crowbar up, slamming it roughly against her midsection.
Amelie` screamed out in pain, recoiling back. Another strike came, and she tried to retreat back, but she couldn't due to the chains. He kept swinging. And swinging. Amelie` felt tears streaming down her face, the pain across her midsection growing insanely.
Muerte threw the crowbar down, walking behind her once again. He came back, a sharp razor in his hand. He gripped the sobbing girl by the chin, holding the razor close to her cheek.
"So beautiful...It's a shame..." He growled as he slashed downwards, causing a long cut down her cheek.
Amelie` grimaced, blood immediately dripping out of the slash across her blue cheek.
"P-Please! Stop!...I-I'm yours...I-I surrender..." Amelie` weakly muttered, tasting her blood on her lips.
La Muerte shook his head. "No, you aren't mine...Yet...I know how to make you mine."
He unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the ground. Amelie` went wide eyed, beginning to realize what he was propositioning. She began to sob uncontrollably, shaking her head frantically.
"N-Non! Dear God, please!" She pleaded to the unforgiving Talon commander.
La Muerte chuckled evilly, unzipping his fly. "Welcome back to Talon, Widowmaker."
Lena walked slowly off of the jet in the hanger, Jack waiting to greet her.
"What happened?" Jack asked, a puzzled look on his face as he searched for her partner.
Lena frowned, shaking her head.
"It...It was a trap, love...They took her...I couldn't do anything..Some...Beams of energy were paralysin' me!"
Lena tried to hold back the tears, a large frown on her usual cheery face. Jack placed a hand on the shorter woman's shoulder.
"We will get her back, Lena...Overwatch already has a tight squeeze on those terrorist fucks..."
Lena tried to smile, but couldn't pull it off. She shrugged depresisngly as she walked away from the older veteran. Lena closed her eyes, leaning against the wall to take a moment for herself.
Amelie's eyes stared into her's as she was pulled away. Those eyes were desperate, calling for help. Lena just stared back...She failed her...Amelie` saved her more times than she could count..And when she needed her the most...She failed her...
Lena shook her head, a small tear coming down her rosy cheek. "G-Get it together, love...We'll get her back..."
Sorry for the short chapter, I have people over so I couldn't write for too long! More to come tomorrow maybe! Any review is greatly appreciated! Also, big thanks to Sergeant Lawson for being my beta reader! He's been helping me a lot! Also, I want to put a disclaimer. This is a bit of a spoiler, so if you don't want to know what happens in the next chapter, don't read on. This fanfic will not feature non consensual smut of any kind. Muerte is just scaring her further to break her, he isn't actually going to rape her. Just a disclaimer.