Bobbie's POV
It wasn't the pain she became aware of at first...
No...it was the dry cracking sound of her left knee. Bobbie could practically feel the bone splinter into pieces underneath the hammer before she became aware of the pain. And the pain...it hit her like a brick.
Then she screamed. Loud.
Bobbie learned how to deal with physical pain when she was with the Rangers. Hell, over time, pain was part of the package! Even before she got shot in the hip and needed a replacement, she had dealt with agony. Bobbie Lee had almost broken every single bone in her body during her time in Afghanistan so the pain she felt now, wasn't something new.
And she knew she had to scream for her to be able to channel the pain. . . To let it come over her and be a master of her mind for the time it burned.
It's how she dealt with it.
Amy had given the order to tie her up on a wooden board. So Bobbie was lying down, staring at the ceiling when one of the men suddenly smashed a hammer right underneath her knee. She didn't saw it coming. Fuck...Bobbie didn't even expect Amy to do this to her.
"Why are you here? And the truth," Amy her voice echoed through the cabin, "Why did you have that nigger from Homeland with you?"
Amy's voice sounded angry and Bobbie tried to find the woman's frame but the single light shining above her head made it difficult to see anything. The rest of the shed was shrouded in complete and utter darkness. Which made her breathing rapid and shallow.
Bobbie could handle pain. She couldn't handle the dark.
But no fucking way in Hell she would answer Amy. That bitch turned out to be a psycho and Bobbie wasn't about to cave. She simply shook her head and stared right into the light above her again.
The pain of her knee slowly ebbing away to a numb throbbing...
"Bite me," she snapped, bracing herself for whatever bone Amy wanted to see broken next.
But no pain came.
Instead she head water run somewhere behind her, making her stretch her neck a bit to her left side where the sound was coming from. Trying to see what was going on but was met by the darkness instead. She was utterly scared of the dark since being locked up in Iran for weeks in a dark cell. Barely enough water and food. The only thing she heard had been the screams of her comrades who were being tortured by the Taliban...Only three of them made it out alive.
"How did you came here?"
"On foot," Bobbie replied dryly, hearing the water stop and footsteps approaching her again.
"Last chance, ... why are you here?"
"As I said, bite me," but her voice quivered this time, not knowing what was going to happen.
And the darkness surrounding her was starting to make her feel slightly claustrophobic. Making Bobbie take deep and shallow breaths in and out. Not to mention her leg was heavily throbbing by now and when she tried to move it, she had to bite her lip until it bled so Bobbie doesn't scream out again. She had to try her hardest to keep her features neutral.
"Take a deep breath, darling," the woman whispered with a grin on her face before pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on Bobbie's forehead.
"Was it Meachum?"
Bobbie tried to ask again, trying to find out who framed her and more importantly 'why'. Amy had told her who the shooter was back in the yard, now Bobbie Lee needed to know the man or woman behind the scenes ; the one holding all the ropes. The one who got her into this bloody mess.
But no reply came, instead the shed filled with cold laughter and a wet, stinking, dirty cloth covered Bobbie's mouth.
That's when panic settled inside her body, making Bobbie's frame tremble on the table and pulling the ropes that bounded her frantically. Using her arms and good leg to jerk against the leashes.
Then...the light went completely out.
And the cold water came down onto her mouth. The coldness of it made her go numb at first, lying still on the table until she suddenly realized she couldn't breathe.
Bobbie started to pull the ropes again, even using her broken one to jerk against it. Using her full body to try and get free. But it was no use. The bounds were too tight and her wounded leg didn't cooperate with her.
The water stopped running over her head but the cloth that had been tucked inside her mouth was drenched in it.
She tried to breathe but instead felt the coldness of the liquid run into her lungs. Making her cough and trying to breathe again. Is she could...She would have screamed.
If she could...Bobbie would have clawed at her throat and chest...She would have tried everything to get air.
Her chest burned and her mind went into a frenzy ; memories flooding before her eyes in a chaotic mess. There was her Dad, then the Rangers, Tim and even her dog that she had in her teenage years flashed before her eyes in a film that was put on fast forward.
It burned...
And the burning was the last thing she remembered before closing her eyes.
Bobbie Lee Swagger never heard the gun shots through the compound. Nor did she hear the panic in Amy's voice.
Only silence and that fucking darkness ...
