Unknown Hydra Base
A Long Time Later
After his last meal, Sam did one of the few things that he could…he paced back and forth in his cell. He wasn't in the mood for more push-ups. Five normal paces was all that he could manage before his toes would hit the damn solid surfaces that were trapping him here. He'd been over every inch of this damn cell numerous times and there was no way out of it and nothing for him to even use as a weapon.
Except for the mattress, pillow, and blanket, every other object was immovable. He wouldn't even try to figure out how to use the bar of soap or rubber toothbrush. He could tell that the metal of the door was thick by the numerous times he had pounded on it. The concrete walls were probably just as thick, only he found that they didn't make a sound.
During their time on the run, he had often joked with Teagan about getting cabin fever since they often found themselves staying around the safe houses to make sure they were not spotted. But at least then they could still go outside. There had even been towns where they could blend in and just be together.
This, on the other hand, was worse than his time on the Raft. There, he had Clint and Tic-Tac to chat with. They had also been taken one at a time to the gym for daily exercises. Here, there was not a single other prisoner around. Sam guessed that his feelings about this place were similar to how Teagan's had been about her time on the Raft.
At least after that first day, the orange medical gown had been changed out for a standard orange prison jumpsuit. The guard hadn't given him socks or shoes since the temperature on this level was constantly maintained.
And worse, he had not set foot outside of this small cell since arriving here.
As for how long he had been here, Sam was only guessing. If his sleep schedule and soap wall markings were to be believed, then it had to be over three weeks, maybe even longer. They only fed him about twice a day, normal breakfast items with something more substantial for a dinner meal. The overhead light would go on and off all on its own, but he knew from Teagan's stories how Keeling liked to mess with the mind. It could be the dead of night right now and he'd never know it. Time was progressing by at a slow drag.
Then there was the fact that he had no idea how long they had kept him in medical unconscious.
He had begun to do a variety of exercise routines to try and keep his body and mind from becoming stagnant. He was aware of how mental breakdown was possible without any type of stimulation. He would routinely take unnecessary showers and remake his bed just to have some type of action.
There were no books, no music or television…nothing to occupy his time. It was a slightly maddening type of isolation that Keeling had dumped onto him.
When the guards brought his meals, they had refused to speak to him in any way. Sam was sure that it was due to Keeling's command. He was determined to break him down.
Unfortunately, there had been the few instances where he had found himself sitting on the cold floor, staring blankly at the door, hoping that it would suddenly open to find any of his friends on the other side…even Tony.
If this was him coping, how had Teagan been doing this entire time?
Giving up the monotonous pacing to lay down, he listened to the gentle hum of the ventilation in the hallway, hearing the clicking sound as it turned off. Once again the cell was so quiet he could listen to his heartbeat.
Moments later, a faint something pricked at his senses.
Sam sat up from the pathetic bed in his cell. He was sure that he had just heard something moments before.
Going over to the metal door, he placed his ear against the cold surface trying to find the noise again. After a few long seconds, he was rewarded with it again…but he had no idea what it was.
He knew it wasn't the guards coming with another food tray. It wasn't Keeling's cane tapping on the floor. There was only one other thing it could be…
"Teagan!" he screamed at the door, pounding his fist over and over hoping that she would hear him. "Answer me, Teagan!"
Pausing for a few seconds, the sound was made every so often but it never changed to indicate that he had been heard. His mind was telling him that it almost sounded like faint screaming.
Was it even her?
Marcus motioned from the red door leading into the training room for the guard to stop his assault on Teagan. He had finally heard the sound he had been waiting for while sitting in his office. It had taken weeks to finally get her to scream out in pain once again after only accomplishing it those first few days back since arriving here. All it had taken was a change in techniques. The beatings were having no effect, so he'd decided to up their little game.
He wondered how high the voltage of the electro-pads placed all around her body had been turned up to finally get to her. Even with the gag still in place, her cries had echoed off the concrete walls. Teagan stood near the corner of the room, the easiest spot to secure her properly for today's session. The chain from the ceiling was secured to her arms but her legs had been spread and chained apart. This would keep her from moving or twisting to pull the pads off of her body. All she could do was barely sway back and forth.
From down the hallway, he could hear the sound of Falcon uselessly calling out for Teagan again, not that she could answer. Had he also been able to hear her screams of pain? A smile formed at thinking that he probably had.
So far, Falcon had actually been a mostly well behaved prisoner, not that he was given much of a chance to act out. Calling out for his absent girlfriend only confirmed that he still cared for her. So Marcus had ordered isolation for him, with receiving his meals being the only human contact that he'd had for numerous weeks.
The same could not be said for Teagan. She had been taken from her cell on almost a daily basis for trips to the training room. Sometimes he would leave her for a day of isolation, hoping it would help break her. It had just taken a lot longer than he had wanted to finally get her to this stage. Her bruised rattled body was proof of that.
"Let her be for a moment," he told the guard who was overseeing today's punishment and had a look of triumph for getting her to finally holler. "Give us some time."
Her screams of pain had now been replaced with low, choking sobs. Was she finally ready to obey?
The guard nodded to him as he passed by to head to the small break room the guards on this level used. There had been a pleased smile on his face at the new assignment he had been given, Marcus noticed. A little bit of electricity and in less than a day she'd possibly caved. Maybe he should have authorized this new shock device weeks ago.
Walking over to where Teagan was, he could hear gentle sobs coming from behind the leather hood that had not been removed since the moment he had put it on. Due to the liquid meals she had been given since arrival, he saw that her body had lost the healthy tone that it had when she had gotten here. Her weight had dropped significantly to the point where he was almost able to count her ribs. Her legs were starting to look more like twigs. She had even begun to have a hard time walking from her cell to in here, letting the guards drag her most of the time.
"That stubbornness of yours is starting to take its toll on your body," Marcus told her, knowing full well that the hood blocked out his words. "Maybe those screams of yours mean that you are finally ready to give up this fight. Then I might decide to let you eat a proper meal."
Reaching out, he ran his hand from her cheek, and down her neck, until it rested on her bare collarbone. The day after her arrival she had been put back into her old simple tube top to cover her breasts and a bandage skirt to hide her private areas, which only he was allowed to see. Neither item impaired any torture she would endure, while allowing him easy access to her body.
Teagan had been stiff when he first touched her, but as his hand drifted downward, she must have realized that it was him and not the guard. She knew he would never share. That was when she flinched away from his hand, a touch that she knew to allow to happen.
"Maybe you are not ready after all," he told her, giving her face a familiar hard slap.
That was when the mumbled complaints started. None of her words were intelligible, but there was no mistaking the tone behind them. If she still wanted to fight, that was fine with him.
Walking around behind her, he propped his cane upright, freeing both of his hands for something more pleasurable. Wrapping both arms around her chest, Marcus tightened them, pressing her metal-covered arms into his own chest. It was an old move that he had quite enjoyed doing to her over the years.
Teagan began to struggle, her body wiggling against his. Maybe soon he would be able to take much more from her again. His body had already started to respond to her being pressed against him, his cock starting to harden at remembering their intimate times together.
Tightening his arms, he painfully squeezed Teagan's body in a show of force and dominance. The position aggravated her already bound arms while constricting her breathing even more. Her body heaved in pain every few seconds during the shallow, short breaths he was allowing to happen.
Grasping his hands into a tight, fisted ball, he shoved them at the base of her neck, cutting off her air even more.
But instead of how she used to slacken, to prove he had control over her, Teagan violently began to struggle. She was showing that she was not give in to him as easily as she used to.
If she had shown him the subservience that she knew he wanted, they would have moved on to the next phase. Henry Bradshaw was eager to have his double agents put into places of importance. But it looked like it was going to take a lot more time to break her than he had hoped it would.
Releasing her, he listened to her gagged gasps for air as he walked back to stand before her, picking his cane back up.
"What bad decisions you are making…"
With that parting phrase, Marcus reached over and flipped the lever to activate the electro-shock unit that was attached to the pads covering her torso and legs. Teagan's body began to twitch from the pain, violently shaking as the electrical shocks flowed through her body. By the time that he reached the door to leave, he was rewarded with the sounds of her scream in pain. The agent must have not turned it down when he left.
"Too bad. Should have obeyed me."
Walking to the guard room, he informed the one who was in charge of today's session drinking a cup of coffee, "Take you time. Maybe when you get back to her, the machine might have jolted some sense into her."
They could hear her continuing screams mixed with the guards' laughter.
The guard gave an eerie smile at the painful insinuation, "Yes, Sir."
Marcus left his office door open so that he could enjoy the sounds she made while he worked.
Too bad Falcon calling out her name could be heard as well as she could be. He was not being a model prisoner. Too bad for him.
Maybe he was in need of his own type of torture…
Sam heard the tapping of that hated cane echoing through the hall before he heard the sound of the footsteps that accompanied it. Standing back away from the cell's door, he had no idea what to be in store for. It had to have been weeks since anyone had spoken with him.
"Place it right here," he heard Keeling's voice just outside of the door.
There were low scratching sounds, but nothing that he could place.
Suddenly, there were a couple of loud bangs on the door, knocking as if trying to figure out if he was still outside.
"Falcon," Keeling called out to him. "You know, I've started thinking that leaving you all alone in there with nothing to occupy you might be a bit cruel. That you need something to help pass your time with us."
Sam felt a cold dread wash over his entire body. Keeling might be saying one thing, but Sam knew that he meant the exact opposite.
"So, since you've been a good little prisoner, I've decided that you need a little reward. Therefore, I'm going to let you hear from Teagan."
The small viewing door was opened, giving him the opportunity to look out into the hallway if he had been closer. Sam wanted so much to see if Teagan was outside of that window, but he didn't think that Keeling would be that accommodating.
Sudden screams of pain in a hauntingly familiar feminine voice made Sam lurch forward, slamming his body into the door for a glimpse of…
Through the small window, he spotted Keeling standing next to a small portable speaker resting atop of a small metal table against the opposite wall.
"I knew that would get your attention," Keeling gave an evil smile as Teagan's screams continued to pour from the device.
"What the fuck are you doing to her?" he pounded his fist against the metal.
Keeling shook his head as if disappointed.
"After having been gone for so long, I'm just having to remind her who is in charge around here. She's been very stubborn since coming home."
"This isn't a home, you asshole!"
"This is going to be the only home she ever knows again," Keeling stepped towards his cell. Sam wished that he could fit his hand through the hole and punch him in the face. "And if she doesn't start cooperating soon, it will become her grave."
Sam felt his heart stop for all of a second. That was how long it took for him to realize that he was lying.
Shaking his head, "You need her too much to kill her. From your bragging back in medical, I know that much."
"I see your brain hasn't turned to mush," Keeling waved his fingers to dismiss the guard who had been standing off to the side listening to their exchange. "So for the time being, I'm going to leave this," he pointed over his shoulder to the speaker, "here for you to listen to. Every day, you're going to listen to Teagan's sessions in the training room."
Another piercing scream came over the speaker, with its counterpart lowly echoing from down the hallway too. Faintly in the background, he heard the sound of a male voice chuckling over the speaker, amused by the pain he was causing her.
"I've had to move on to using electro-shock on her to get any type of emotion out of her."
Sam dropped his forehead to the cold metal as his fist weakly gave another hit. Keeling had no reason to physically torture him so he instead had to do it mentally.
"I could hear you calling out to her, but you sounded unsure if you were really hearing her muffled screams. This is to help you out so that you do know it's her."
Hearing Keeling laughing as he walked away, Sam slid down to his knees as the loud screams of pain reverberated off his cell walls. He had in fact been able to make the excuse that the distant sounds were not actually Teagan, but now…there was way to deny it.
"Teagan, I'm so sorry," he whispered aloud.
Why wouldn't he just kill her?
She had been holding out for so long, hoping that Keeling would realize that she would be useless to him and Hydra.
But she had once again just woken up in her cell, lying on the cold concrete floor. They hadn't even bothered to dump her on the bed.
When they had first started sticking the things on her body, she knew that something was going to be different. And it had not taken long for the shocks to grow to a point where she couldn't hold in her screams anymore. It had been easy to do so with the beatings. In fact, she'd looked forward to them just so she could laugh at Keeling. If she could piss him off enough, then maybe he'd finally end her life.
Instead, he had just changed to something new.
Trying to stand, she found her muscles would not obey. Her entire body felt like it was lying in cold water more than on a solid floor.
Rolling over, she found there was just enough chain to. Keeling might have given her enough to use the bed, if only she could make her legs push her body up onto it.
She was determined to not give into him. Death was a much better alternative.
No more Keeling, no more Hydra, being back with Sam.
Yes, she just had to figure out how to get Keeling to kill her so she could once again be with Sam.
Hydra Base
Days Later
Placing his back to the door, Sam slid down to the floor to begin his daily cursing at the situation they were both in.
Since the speaker had been placed outside of his cell, the small eye-level window's door had always been open for him to look out of. Not that there was anything to see but cell doors across the hallway from him. No, instead it was because Keeling wanted to make sure that his torture of Teagan's screams were not hindered in any way.
Every day, at what he considered random times, the speaker would turn on and he'd have to endure hours of listening to Teagan being tortured. There were a lot of muffled screams without any accompanying sound, similar to that first day with Keeling, so Sam could only assumed that she was being put through more shock torture.
But then there were the other numerous times when there was the unmistakable sound of fists to flesh. He was having her beaten, trying to break her down, physically.
Even worse were the times that Keeling would enter whatever room Teagan was in and begin to talk to her. The first couple of times, Keeling would say something to indicate that he remembered that Sam was being forced to listen. But after some time, it was as if he'd forgotten about Sam, focusing only on Teagan.
The strange part was that she had never responded once to his sickening words. Ones which spoke of obeying him, breaking her spirit, working for Hydra,…letting him touch her without struggling. Why did she never once respond? Was he slowly breaking her down so that she believed his words? Her screams were muffled by the gag he knew had been put on her, but she never argued or denied with him.
After finding himself growing slightly madder at the beginning of each session, Sam tried to not actively think about what Teagan was going through. He knew that it was slowly driving him insane. And if he ever got out of here, he would make Keeling pay for what he was doing to her.
Since arriving on this level, weeks had gone by, he was at least sure of that one fact. Maybe four by his tracking. The meals he was given all consisted of the same type of elementary school standard food. Single servings from the food pyramid with a cardboard pint of milk. He was sure they were feeding him twice a day but he couldn't distinguish between lunch and dinner. The lower door was only opened while the food tray was being passed. Only sleeping made the actual time pass between the numerous hours with nothing to do.
All he could do was sit here and listen to another day of torture while he waited for his next meal…
Watching the agent once again hooking Teagan up to the chains to hold her in place for another couple of hours of torture did not bring the enjoyment it had upon her return here. Too many weeks with no results had passed for his liking. Henry Bradshaw was starting to breathe down his neck, complaining that he needed her back to work, and that was unacceptable. Even with the addition of the electro-shock, she was still resisting him.
Marcus waited until the agent had the overhead chains attached to her arm binder before stepping over to Teagan. Signaling to the guard to leave them, he took a few moments to decide his next actions. So far, nothing he was trying seemed to have the effect of bring her under control once again.
Since he had the speaker placed outside of Falcon's cell, he'd given up on isolating Teagan in her cell. It had not seemed to make a difference to her anyways. Instead, she was brought into the training room and tortured for hours, shocked, whipped, beaten, and yet for some reason she had not yet given in to him.
Why?
Was she still holding out hope for some kind of rescue from her deceased friends? He was sure that was what she believed had happened to all of them.
Her body was bruised all over, red burn patches from previous days' shock sessions. The only change was now she screamed in pain and fought as the guards brought her into here each day. But still, when he held her like he used to, the actions that she knew would show him as being in charge…that was where she still defied him.
There was something going on in her mind that he needed to break. One final barrier that was holding her.
Thinking back to how he had finally managed to break her years ago, he considered if he just needed to take that final step with her again. To claim her body with his own to prove that he had total control over her. Maybe she didn't think him strong enough anymore to do so, that he had become weak while she had been away. Could that be why she had so far managed to hold out?
Placing his cane on the medical table, he carefully walked over to stand before her.
Her panting was already heavy in anticipation of today session while still being restricted by the gag and nose tube. There had been many times when she had passed out due to lack of oxygen during a session.
Deciding that she needed to know that he was here, Marcus drew his arm back and powerfully slapped her against the side of her face.
Moments after the startled cry she gave, he waited to see how she would respond. Seconds later, Teagan surprised him by actually screaming out angrily at him for the deed.
Marcus smiled.
"Today is the day that I finally break you," he told her as he seized her around the throat. Slowly, he began to tighten his hold, his fingers digging into the soft leather that surrounded her neck. He knew how easy it would be to snap her neck…but she was much too valuable.
Hanging from the ceiling chain, all she could do was partially flail her body side-to-side trying to find a release from his grasp.
"There's nowhere to go."
With his other hand, he grasped her shoulder and turned her around to face the wall. With her back now to him, Marcus reached across in front of her and let his hand wander over her breasts. The simple touch elicited the scream that he had been wanting to hear, a much more intense one than even the punishments had brought out from her. She knew what was coming.
Her struggling multiplied without causing him a seconds hesitation. Sliding the tube top down, she whined as his fingers took a hold of a nipple and began to tug at it. Steadily increasing his strength, he began to painfully twist it, causing a lovely scream.
With his face resting up against hers, he cruelly told her covered ear, "You know what is coming next, don't you?"
Letting one hand slip down her abdomen, he tightened the other's grip on her neck to choke her even more when she twisted her hips to the side to deny him access to her body.
"You will not deny my touch, not anymore," he told her as he roughly gave a punch to her gut as punishment. The movement slammed her ass hard against his firming cock. "Hydra's waiting on me to break you and I'm through being patient and coddling you. It's time you remember who's in charge and what that means."
Marcus shoved his hand between her legs, pulling the tube skirt up and out of his way in a single practiced motion.
"I've waited far too long to take from you what should be mine."
"You know what is coming next, don't you?"
"Oh, please no," Sam muttered as he listened to the chilling words and sounds coming from the speaker.
Was Keeling actually planning to do what he believed him to be? Was the bastard about to rape Teagan?
"You will not deny my touch, not anymore. Hydra's waiting on me to break you and I'm through being patient and coddling you. It's time you remember who's in charge and what that means."
Sam knew rationally that Keeling was sexually abusing her, but his mind did not want to actually register that fact. Without seeing it, he tried to trick his mind into picturing anything else happening to Teagan. There was nothing the he could do to stop the terrible deed, and there was no doubt that it would break him also if he had to listen to it happening.
"Teagan," he whispered her name, "I'm so sorry I can't help you."
"I've waited far too long to take from you what should be mine."
He was sitting against the door trying to drown out Teagan's broken screams as he heard a familiar movement in the hallway. Another meal was being delivered. Quickly, his mind told him that this would be the only time that he could act. That he had to try anything to get Keeling out of that room with Teagan.
When the small narrow door opened, without really caring about the consequences as long as he was able to somehow stop Keeling, Sam grabbed onto the gloved hand barely visible that was holding the tray.
Pulling it inside of the cell, he bent the arm backwards into a painful direction, the guard's elbow being pressed into the metal.
"Open this door!" he demanded in a roaring scream.
"I can't! I don't have access!" the weak male voice told him. Twisting the arm further over to produce more pain, the guard screamed out for help to an empty hall. "Help me! Stop! I swear I don't know the code! Only Keeling can open it!"
"You're lying!" he screamed at him, applying more pressure.
Between his crying of pain, the man pleased, "I swear, I'm not!"
Bending his arm back even further, Sam listed as his screams of pain echoed down the hallway. Maybe it would be enough to get Keeling's attention away from Teagan.
Marcus was finding it harder to hold onto Teagan while he tried to release himself from his pants. This time, her continued struggling told him she knew what he was planning and she was not going to give in so easily.
Finally letting her throat go so that he could undo his belt, Marcus felt her pull away from his body…well, as much as she could while being chained up. Working on his pants, he watched as Teagan's body jerked back and forth, as if trying to prevent invisible hands from touching her. She began to slightly turn in place as he finally managed to drop his pants and briefs to the floor.
Reaching out, he latched onto her exposed breast, intending to use it to turn her back around away from him.
But upon feeling him touch her, Teagan's body fully turned, her leg swinging out in a vicious kick that impacted onto the center of his chest. The unexpected strike with his physically weakened stance caused him to fall backwards so that his body was painfully shoved against the medical examination table. It began to roll backwards, offering no support to keep him upright, letting him fall to the floor with a thud.
"You bitch!" he shouted while looking up at her, knowing that she couldn't hear him.
As he laid there, his leg and hip throbbing in pain as he'd landed on his injured side, the sounds of screams came from somewhere outside of the training room, and he could tell that they belonged to a male. Seconds later, two guards were standing at the doorway, surveying over the scene of him lying on the ground half-naked while Teagan's private body parts were exposed. There was no way for them to mistake what had almost been about to happen.
There was another scream and the guards turned to look away to where it was coming from. One of the guards ran to find out the cause of it.
There was only one other prisoner here, and Marcus had no doubts that it was either Falcon or being caused by him. He had been so determined to break Teagan that he had forgotten about his order to have the intercom turned on the moment she was brought into the room. He had heard everything that had happened in here and it seemed that he was trying his best to at least get Marcus' attention.
Grabbing his pants, Marcus managed to rise and pull his clothing back up and secure them.
"You broke a rule," he told her tucking himself back inside his pants, but he needed to find out what was going on in the prisoner's cell area. He gave a full-strength punch towards her face, knowing it had been enough to knock her unconscious as her head fell forward to rest on her chest. "I'll deal with you soon enough."
Pushing his way past the observing guard, he harshly commanded, "Put her back in her cell and tranquilizer her if she wakes up while being moved."
The guards were arguing with each other as to how to proceed when Sam finally heard him. They were worried about breaking or injuring their compatriot's arm if they tried to pull him loose.
"That's enough!" a thunderous voice boomed throughout the hallway.
Knowing that his time was up, Sam gave the final turn the elbow needed so that he heard the sound of its joint dislodging before he finally released it. The guard's screams died out as he heard a thump on the floor outside. Glancing through the small window, Sam saw that the guard had passed out from the pain. He was wearing head to toe black clothing. Considering the sound of his voice, Sam figured that he was probably in his early twenties.
"Enjoy yourself?" Keeling asked coming to a stop right outside his cell. Poking the boy on the side of his head with the cane, he finally nudged him awake. "Get him out of here!"
Crawling a few feet, he finally managed to stumble up to his feet before scurrying down the hallway with the help of the other guards.
"So what did that accomplish?"
"What the hell do you think you are doing to her?" Sam demanded in a scream. The sounds of her protests had suddenly stopped with Keeling being here. "Don't you fucking ever touch Teagan again, you bastard!"
"Do you really believe that you are in any position to demand anything of me?" Keeling harshly pointed out to him. "You should be more worried about what's going to happen to you now for not being a good prisoner. Teagan has already sealed her own fate."
Hearing the tapping of his cane as he walked away, Sam began to yell, "What the hell does that mean? Keeling? Keeling!?"
Author's Note: Alright, so it's time for this Hydra holiday to come to a dramatic conclusion. Think you have an idea as to what is going to happen? Well, I hope that my twisted little mind is able to give you such a shock in the next chapter that you'll be screaming at your computer, in shock and awe. I'd love to hear what you think so far and what you guess might happen. If you've been paying attention, you'll remember the rule that Teagan just broke, and the punishment behind it. How worried are you compared to Teagan? If you were in her shoes, what would you agree to do to prevent Keeling from not following through on his threat?