MAJOR TW*SA*
You slowly opened your eyes from the darkness. blurriness still creeped in as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh light. You moved your head causing your neck to ache. Your temples throbbed horribly as you continued to gather what is around you. When you go to reach for your head you find out you couldn't move your arms.
"Hi mija"
You look straight ahead and as your vision adjusts you see Alejandro. He's tied up to a chair anchored to the ground his feet bound as well. All of his tactical gear and weapons are removed from his body. He only wears a simple black T-shirt and cargo pants.
You look down at your self. You see your wrists tied behind you to the back of your chair as well as your feet secured to the chairs legs. You try to wiggle out to see any possible movement but the only thing that happens is your wrists turning red. You look down again to see you have no tactical gear as well as no weapons. All that's on you is your white tank top and cargo pants. Even your boots were removed.
"Don't hurt your self mija, there is no use. Believe me I've tried. Glad to see you're awake. I didn't know they had you till I woke up my self"
"Where are we?"
"My base. One of the rooms in the basement. Which one, I have no idea." Says Alejandro
You look around to see the walls and floor all concrete. No windows in site. That would be hard to track the time of day or how many days even.
Who knew you could have already been here for days.
"Has anyone paid us a visit yet?" You asked
He shakes his head, "I think they were waiting for you to wake."
"How considerate of them."
Alejandro lets out a small laugh, "Still the endless fire burns"
"It always will Alejandro." You smile
A while after it was the first shadow soldiers walking in followed in by Graves.
"Well goodmorning my angel. So glad to see you're awake. I've been so patient waiting so long."
You roll your eyes, "save it Graves what's the point now."
"Hmm how I hate that bitchy mouth of yours"
Before you can react Graves smacks you completely across you right cheek. You breath in shocked at the sudden pain rippling in your cheek and the fact he slapped you out of no where.
"Hopefully that will teach you a thing or two about manners." Says Graves.
"Manners?!? Seriously?!? You're one to fucking talk", you spit at his boots
Red hot pain spreads across your cheek again, this time he full on punched you. You breath heavily trying to calm your heart.
Graves grabs your face between his fingers, "oh we are going to have so much fun with that attitude of yours"
"Cut it out! Why did you do this Graves?! What did we ever do?!" Yells Alejandro now angry from what he just witnessed.
"Well amigo, it's not what you did it's what I need and you seemed to have exactly what I needed the whole time." Graves now smiles and turned his head to you.
You glare daggers right back.
"So where is it angel?" Asked Graves
"Where is what?"
You needed to play dumb as long as you could. You could do this all day. You would not give up the information you had.
It was valuable information. Secrets about threats, weapons and even accounts to funding but also personal information about people on your team. You couldn't let that get out.
"What does she have to do with this?" Asked Alejandro with his voice raised.
Graves turned back to him, "pretty much everything. We just took you in too cause you were getting angry at the gate. Plus you know this place like the back of your hand. Can't be giving info to the 141."
You kept staring at Graves, "plus we were hoping you two would lure the rest of your team back."
Graves turned back to you, "now where were we?"
He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back. He puts his mouth close to your ear, "now where is it angel?"
"I don't know what you're talking about" You struggle against his grip
He slides his mouth down to kiss your neck. You visibly flinch at the contact. His lips were so cold, so foreign, so rough.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Graves!?" Yells Alejandro putting the pieces together, "get off her!"
Graves let's go of your head and pulls a knife from his waist and walks over to Alejandro. He slices his right thigh. Alejandro yells in pain
"GRAVES STOP!" You shout. You didn't want to witness a teammate getting hurt. You rather it be done to you then anyone else.
He continues to punch Alejandro straight in the jaw then quickly in the chin.
Alejandro coughs up a small amount of blood, his lip now busted.
"I told you this ain't about you" said Graves glaring at Alejandro.
He walks back over to you. "Now where we angel"
Graves still holds the knife he just used and gently presses it to your face, drawing a single drop of blood, "I would hate to carve up this pretty little face"
In a heart beat he punches you straight in the gut and you fold over wheezing struggling for air.
"ANSWER ME! Where is IT!!"
You cough in response not saying a word. You would never say a word. For everyone on your team's sake. For soap's and Price's sake. For Simon's sake. You only look up at him breathing heavily.
He takes the knife back to your face, drawing a line on your other cheek, you wince in pain. You can feel the blood starting to drip down your face like tears.
"Graves.. don't worry about her just worry about me" says Alejandro.
"Oh don't worry buddy I'm not done with you yet. My men can handle you, I just want her to my self" he says gesturing to you.
He punches you harshly again in the jaw, this time leaving your lip bloody.
Graves shrugs, "Well I guess I wouldn't mind an audience. Let's see it this will get you to talk"
He turns back to you, he takes the tip of his knife and lightly drags it against your jaw, down your neck, and to your collar bone stopping at the strap of your tank top and bra.
He cuts the left strap of your tank top, now exposing your bra. You try to whip your shoulder away now struggling against your restraints. You were desperate to get out. Now you were scared. You knew Graves. He wouldn't stop there.
"You sick bastard what the fuck are you doing!" Yelled Alejandro
"Calm down amigo, just enjoy the show."
"God you're fucking sick!" Alejandro yelled.
"Let's see if this will make you talk angel. You answer my questions I stop. You don't answer and I continue."
He started into his eyes. Not letting his see your fear only the rage that burned within you.
"So where can I find these files?"
You only stare straight ahead at the wall behind Alejandro.
He cuts the other tank top strap. You close your eyes.
"Alright have it your way." Says Graves
"What are the passwords to the codes?"
You continue to calm your breathing with your eyes closed. You could hear Alejandro struggle against his restraints.
He rips your tank top away exposing your stomach and now only in your bra and cargo pants. You flinch at the now chill air touching your stomach.
"God angel you're beautiful." Says Graves
You didn't want to hear the compliment or anything else come out of his mouth. You just wanted him to stop. You just wanted to see your team and go home. If it came to it you just wanted it all to end.
You spit in his face to shut him up.
He punches you straight in the eye in payment. You could already feel it swelling. You blink back the blurriness that threatens your vision.
"What would you do if I called Laswell and told them you died" said Graves
"I think you should." You wanted him to honestly. You didn't want the team to risk their lives for you. You didn't want to see them get hurt on your behalf. They were safe wherever they were. You inhaled to calm your heart. You could handle Graves if it meant they stayed safe. You wouldn't let him get a whisper of information.
"Hm I figured you say that" replied graves.
He paced in front of your chair, "well what if I called Price and told him you were begging for Ghost the whole time you were tortured."
You eyes immediately went to his, wide with fear now evident in them.
Anything but that. You knew if Price heard, Simon would find out. And Simon…not Simon, anyone but Simon. You didn't want to cause him pain. You didn't want him to know you were hurting. You didn't want him to know what Graves was doing to you. You knew exactly what that information would do to him. He would be equally tortured as you. You already had enough going on as it is.
"Hm some part of me always knew it was Ghost. I can even say I'm a little jealous." He smiled an evil grin, "choosing him instead of me."
"Ghost has moral, you clearly don't" you spit.
That was a bad idea. Graves sliced you across the arm with his knife. Hot warm blood now trailed down your arm.
You yell in pain.
He doesn't stop. He slices your other arm and just looks at you.
"I don't like when you are disrespectful with me Angel"
"GOD STOP THIS!" Yelled Alejandro. That only earned him another punch from the guard.
Graves grabbed his knife and started cutting your cargo pants off. You tried to move your legs but they were still strapped to the chair.
"No No! Stop!"
He wasn't gentle either, nicking you leg every now and then as he kept cutting up to your inner thigh. You continue to struggle, to move, to escape.
He yanks your pant off now exposing you in your underwear. The cold chair against your ass sent chills up your spine. You shivered
"Wow angel, I've never see you this bare."
You just look down at your now bare legs pushing them together as tight as you can. You don't even want to look Graves in the eyes.
"Alejandro please don't look at me." You quietly ask
"I'm not mija." He replies. "Just stay strong."
"Now what would Ghost think of you now? Sitting like this in front of a room full of men. You're such a whore"
"Stop brining Ghost into this!" You scream
"Why would I do that when it's the only thing that gets a reaction out of you. "
"Alright take her out of here. It's time to get some real answers. You stay with him and get what you can out of him"
The guard comes over to cut your restraints and just as they cut all of them you yank your arm from their grip and run for the door, springing as fast as your legs could take you.
You are tackled to the group seconds later. You hit your head hard on the pavement. The man flips you over onto your back. It's Graves.
"God I love seeing your under me" he says
You kick and thrash and frail around trying to make him lose his balance.
"GET OFF OF ME!" You scream in desperation tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
Graves only smiles at you. He places his knee in between your thighs trying to spread you open.
You continue to thrash around. Graves grabs your hands and lifts you up.
"Knock her out!" Yells graves as a gun comes to your temple and you welcome the darkness once more.
——
You awake to another solid concrete room. From your head throbbing you can tell you probably have a concussion.
You look around you gathering your surroundings. Alejandro isn't here. Some small part of you wish he was. Your arms are up over your head and tied my a rope dangling from the ceiling. Your toes barely touch the ground. You look down at you body. You're still only in your bra and underwear. Dried blood is now caking your arms and legs. Your lip and eye feel even more swollen now.
With no windows you couldn't tell how much time passed. You didn't know the last time you had eaten or drank water. Your body was in so much pain you could barely keep your mind straight to think. You just wanted it all to end.
The door opened minutes later , it was Graves and another guard. He had a wide smile on his face. "Let's continue shall we?"
He walks over to you while the guard holds his gun to his chest standing near the door.
"We will continue our old game" says Graves.
He takes his dirty knife from his pocket.
"So angel I know you know where the information is so why don't you just tell me?"
"Id rather die." You reply and Graves takes his knife and slices up your leg.
You scream in pain as the new cut shoots pain through you.
"We can grant that wish if you like. But not for a while we will need to get info" he says
"Now where did you find the codes? Are they Mexican or Iranian? Maybe Russian?"
You just continue to look down at your body.
"Have it your way." Says graves as he cuts a strap of your bra.
"Please stop Graves" you whimper
"I told you how I could stop yet you refuse to answer. Plus I'm getting tired of this game"
You would never give up the information.
In one swift motion he cuts off your entire bra and it falls to the floor by your toes.
You are now shaking from the cold air in the base and because Graves is just staring at you with very hungry eyes. It makes you want to vomit.
"God angel I don't know how you were hiding these from me." He says pointing to your now bare breasts. He places a hand on one gently massaging it before he places a hand on the other. His hands were cold as ice, harsh and unpleasant to say the least.
You wanted to cry, you wanted him to stop, but you knew he wouldn't you just weren't sure how far he would do.
"He started to kiss you all over, as you started to cry. The cuts you were given was now a dull pain. He jerked and kicked and wiggled but nothing would work. Graves just held you by the waist in place.
He looked up at your sobbing face as he trailed his hand down to your very private area. He started to rub you through your panties.
"God why are you so wet for me Angel"
"Fuck off Graves."
He grabs your by your swollen chin and face, "what did I fucking say about that mouth"
He then takes the seam of your panties and glides them down to your toes. He backs up and just stares at you.
The pure humiliation that you were now enduring. Your face heated to red as Graves and even the Guard continued to stare at you. You were pretty sure Graves didn't even want answers anymore.
"God you're more beautiful then I could have imagined" said Graves
You just stared down at your now bare body. You were silently thankful that Alejandro wasn't here to see this.
You just wanted it all to end. But Ghost. The one person you looked forward to see everyday. Someone you could practice with, banter with, joke with. You would leave him. Forever. You didn't want to leave Ghost. You didn't know what that would do to him. If you were being honest with your self you wanted Ghost. You wanted to take the next step and see what might happen. You trusted him more then anyone or any teammate you ever had You had grown very fond of him over the last year and you believed that it could have grown into more given the right time and circumstances. But now you knew it wouldn't happen.
There was a high chance he would never come for you. You or Alejandro. Rescue missions were scarce and only held as a top priority rarely. You didn't think the information you held would be good enough. Laswell had prepared you for this going into intel.
You are pulled from your thoughts at a belt jiggling, as you see Graves walk over to you pulling down his pants. You kick and thrash not holding still like your life depends on it.
Graves grabs your waist so hard you think it puts bruises there as he tries to get in between you.
"Just relax angel it will be fine." Says Graves and you swear you can see the devil in his eyes.
——
You don't know when you blacked out but when you opened your eyes there was no one in your cell.
You scanned the room to find nothing out of the ordinary and your panties were now back on.
"Sick fucking prick" you say as the tears spill once more. Your throat was sore from screaming, your body weak from blood loss and harsh movement. You felt so helpless, so bare, so fragile
You hoped Alejandro wasn't dead yet. You hoped he was doing okay and surviving what was given to him.
The door swung open. A single soldier walked in. He held a bottle of water in his hand. He unscrewed the top and held the bottle up to your lips, "drink"
You didn't hesitate. You drink as much water as you can, taking gulp after gulp, savoring every last drop. You needed to keep your body as strong as you could. You never knew what you might need your strength for.
He pulled the bottle from your lips and you already were missing the feel of it. Then he just left.
Another, different man returned to your cell a few minutes later. He took out a knife thinking it was going to land somewhere in your body but he simply cut the ropes that hung you to the ceiling. You immediately flop to the ground, your legs giving out as the numbness started to go away from your arms and the blood flow returned. You were still to weak to stand you could barely raise your upper body.
As you were trying sit up when the guard kicked you square in the gut. You immediately topple over once more. Before you can say a word he kicked you again in the back, once in your head, another to your side until you're backed against a corner. He just keeps going.
You can barely breath as you wheeze from the kicks to your core. You can't imagine the bruises these kicks will leave. You feel the last drops of your energy break away from you.
All you could do was stay balled up in the corner on the cold hard concrete.
Once the man stopped kicking he says, "that's from Graves. You have 24 hours to start speaking or you're dead." He briskly walked out of the room
24 hours. You couldn't wait till that 24 hours was up. You closed your eyes once more letting your body drift to the sleep it needed.
