New chapter is in and I am proud of it. It's a bit graphic and will most likely get progressively worse as the fic continues. Also very bad insults and implied cheating and sex in this one. Hope you enjoy!

Capitão shoved Mira into a room before he removed the blindfold from her face before he closed the barred door and locked it behind him.

"You will stay here until she comes back to get you. Enjoy the show and good luck."

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, jumping when she heard a scream from the other side of the room. There was a tv in the corner of the room, a clear image of a person in the middle of a room, hands and feet tied to the chair. Upon closer inspection, Mira realized it was Valkyrie.

She lifted her hands to examine the rope work of the Brazilian man. It was sloppy, and would take her only a few minutes to get it off.

'I've no time to waste. I have to get out and help Val and Ry…oh…'

"They killed him…"

She leaned back against the wall, nausea hitting her at the thought of losing her partner of several years. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes when she thought about the first time hey met after basic training. "I'll fucking kill you, cadela."

Caveira was standing in front of the room's barred doors, hands behind her back in a military manner. Her face paint had faded to a dull grey and the color of her skin peeked past the rubbed off parts of the paint.

"Why kill me when you can keep your head and watch your lover?"

The TV's audio was turned up just as a figure entered the room with Valkyrie, making her try and scoot away from the man. He slowly pulled the knife out of the woman's leg, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a small cry as fresh blood poured out from the wound.

"Oh? Did that hurt? I heard from a little birdie that you're a masochist. That you begged to be hurt, to be scratched, and cut."

As the man spoke, he dragged the blade across the blonde's cheek, causing rivulets of blood to form. Valkyrie held back a moan that threatened to leave her lips. It pained her. It was very different than actually consenting to being hurt. She realized that Caveira had probably mentioned their past intimate relationship to her comrades prior to today.

"She'll take real good care of you, Blondie. You're in for one hell of a ride."

Caveira chuckled darkly when Mira tried to lunge at her. She took out her knife and stabbed the brunette in the shoulder. "Stay down, mutt. Follow my orders and both of your partners will be okay. Ryad is not dead, just injured."

Mira groaned in response, rolling over to lay on her good shoulder, and grip the rope that was still around her wrists. "Dios...mio…"

"Want to hear a story about that little slutbag in that room and how you shouldn't trust her? No? Okay, so it all started when we were shipped out to America…"

"Hey there, gorgeous. Come here often?"

A slightly husky voice made its way over to Meghan's ears before her collar was grabbed and she was pulled into a passionate kiss. "Fuck, I missed you doing that…"

"And I missed hearing you curse under your breath, fofa."

"Awe, you are such a sap, T. Now, am I here to talk, or are we going to do this?"

Taina made a knowing face, pulling Meghan to a dark corner in the nightclub. Her and Capitão were being stationed in America for the next two months while their brethren took care of some missions back in Brazil, and he suggested inviting Team Rainbow out for some drinks.

Only a few of the soldiers were available, mainly the GSG 9 and both American forces, and Mark. How he had been dragged along was anyone's guess, but here he was dancing, the mute English man, with a few girls. Eliza and Monika were sitting in a booth, laughing quietly about something Miles said that made Jordan pout.

Meghan's attention was averted once more when she felt her hands being placed on Taina's waist, the brunette's back against the blonde's chest, as she began to move her body to the upbeat music. The longer they danced, the more guilt Meghan began to feel. She promised Elena that she would be on her best behavior while the Spanish woman was away from their shared home.

But Caveira always snuck her way around and got what she wanted.

"Annnd that is how your girlfriend disobeyed your rules and slept with me. While. You. Were. Away. She really knows her way around with her tongue. But you knew that already."

With every word she spoke, she took one step until she circled the brunette that laid on the cold ground, her face full of disbelief. 'Come on, Elena...she's just trying to get into your head...Meghan wouldn't...Would she?'

"Pobre, querida. Did I hurt your feelings? Too bad, get up. You can talk to the whore yourself."

Caveira picked Mira up by her hair and pushed her forward so that she could walk in front. As they passed by the many prisoners, several of them catcalled to Caveira, commenting on her ass and mentioning the things they would do to her. One comment in particular made her walk up to the door and wrap her hand around his throat through the bar. "I will not hesitate to kill you if you disrespect me any more than you just did."

The man gulped and nodded quickly before she released him and carried on taking Mira to the room Valkyrie was being held in. When they arrived, she managed to catch a glimpse of Ryad tied up in the corner. His form was slack and his uniform bloodied, but his skin was free of any stains.

When she saw her lover, she felt her heart shatter at the sight of the beaten up woman. Blood was everywhere, in her hair, on her face, and on her white t-shirt and pants. Caveira seemed to get upset when she saw the blonde as well as she turned to the man who was keeping watch. "Did any of you make sure her blood was replaced or am I supposed to do everything myself?"

She stormed out of the room, barking orders for the men to open the door after they put handcuffs on Mira's wrists.

Mira didn't even know where to begin when she was allowed into the room. She could only fall to her knees in disbelief as she watched the blonde lift her head. Her breathing was shallow and the wild spirit in her eyes was gone. She looked...broken.

"Meghan...I am sorry, mi amor. This is...this is all my fault...but I am going to get us out of here. I promise you." She whispered the last bit in case the men were listening. The door to the other room opened, showing Caveira with two packs of blood type O.

"The only reason we want her alive is for our little experiment. So far she's been doing well." The Brazilian woman put on a pair of gloves and grabbed everything she needed. As she began giving Valkyrie blood, she looked over at the Spanish man in the corner.

"He didn't last too long. Slumped out on the first lash. Now, her. Boy, I love the ways he responds. Silently staring me down and asking for more. Begging to be hurt more. Well, the next hurt will be the best. To me at least."

She finished up and put the supplies away before she grabbed her Luison from the table nearby.

"How harmful is heartbreak? How hard is it to watch the one you love most get tortured? To watch them die before you? Doc?"

Doc entered the room with his MPD-0 Stim Pistol and enough ammo for a whole army.

"Meghan, pick a number one through ten or I shoot the Latina."

Valkyrie dropped her gaze to her girlfriend, whose eyes were begging her to cooperate for both their sakes. "F-Four…"

"Ohh, when was it that we slept together? April 4th of last year? Naughty girl, but a generous number to start with."

She aimed the pistol at Mira's leg, firing four shots along her thigh. Mira just gritted her teeth as the pain shot throughout her body like fire. "F-Fuck…" Doc pursed his lips as he fired his own pistol, easing the woman's pain as much as he could.

"Now, let's play Two Truths and A Lie. Get it wrong and she gets shot again."

This was going to be hell. She just hoped someone would find them soon.