(A/N
Does anyone still read this)
685.
678.
671.
664.
She gasped for air as the steel board lurched forward and the towel was removed from her face.
Her breathing was fast and shallow and ragged. Her body was sore and worn out from the constant thrashing and twisting and twinging. Her clothes had been discarded long ago so that she could feel the freezing water running down her back and dripping from her chin. How she yearned for their warmth and comfort as her back arched and ached against the cold steel.
She remembered how they dragged her from the makeshift cot she now called a bed, how they gripped her arms so tight that bruises began to form within seconds. She remembered how they pushed her down and held against her will, strapping her onto the long board. She felt it as they tightened the restraints on her body before tilting the metal sheet back and making her wish she had died back at the pod. Because if she was dead, she wouldn't be here, she wouldn't know what it was like to have air so close but so far away. It was getting harder with every passing second. Yet, she had to remember. She needed to remember. If she forgot then what would be the point of surviving. There was no surviving if she forgot.
Wait.
What did she have to remember?
Her name.
Right, her name was…. it was something like…..….. Je-
They tilted the board back down and held the damp towel over her face again. As the hose blasted the freezing water, her nose and mouth were unable to take in any air. The scientist tried to remain calm, this was not the first or last time, but the lack of oxygen to her muscles made her lose control. Soon they started to spasm on their own accord as she continue to struggle for air. She would lose consciousness soon if she didn't focus. She had to focus. She had to keep her mind busy. She needed to work. She counted backwards.
657.
650.
643.
636.
629.
622.
615.
608.
601.
594.
As her lungs reached their peak of exhaustion, the towel was ripped off of her and the board was flung upright.
She coughed and coughed. Blood spilled from her mouth. She tried to even out her breathing before they took her back under. Her lungs burned. They burned harder than ever before. There was no way she would survive anymore of this. Yet, she had to. She had to survive. She had to get back.
What exactly did she have to get back to?
"27.93 minutes. It's safe to say I'm impressed."
She managed too crane her neck high enough to see that Whitehall had entered the room, that was one face she surely couldn't forget. How could she when she visited her weekly. Was it weekly? Or was it monthly? Daily? How long had she been taken?
"I know Marines that can only last 4.57." He continued.
He was analyzing her up and down like she was some sort of specimen. She supposed that was what she was to him. Just an uncharted territory that need to be examined and documented.
"Who am I?"
She noticed someone behind him. He was new.
Wait.
Was he?
He looked extremely familiar, but she couldn't quite place his face. Her stomach started to make her feel woozy as she continued to look at him. She knew him. She knows him and at the same time she doesn't. Didn't he ask her this question before? Yes, he did. It came back to her in pieces, but she put them together, she always did.
"Fitz," it came out almost as a whisper, her voice ragged, "you… you're my friend, no. No, you're my best- my best friend, yeah? We-" The scientist began to feel light headed from speaking and stopped for a few breaths.
The man rolled his eyes while Whitehall sighed. The man she identified as Fitz asked another question.
"Who are you?"
Ah, this question. This one is a little harder.
"I said, who are you?"
She managed to find the answers though.
"Jes- no uh Jemma. I- I work for, I um- " who did she work for?
The older man raised his hand signaling her to stop.
"Fitz had brought to my attention that our," he smiled, "traditional methods haven't been working on you Jemma." He said her name as if it were silk.
The woman raised a brow. She managed to get her ragged breathing under control and down to a slight pant.
"Of course now that I've seen it myself, I can approve an order for you to receive more," he tilted his head, "isolated treatment."
What on God's green Earth was happening?
They unstrapped her body. Her limp form crippled to the ground with a thump. She felt two arms around her again, slightly lifting her off the floor. The men that carried her barely kept her feet off the ground. The woman could feel the skin peeling, more than usual anyway. By usual she refers to the times someone in a mask came into her cell and 'treated' to her physically. The scientist let her head hang, the drain of energy from her body forbidding her from doing anything else. They continued to drag her through the corridor until they reached the end an opened a giant steel door. With her gaze on the floor, she could tell that the room was empty, with the exception of the metal square in the ground. One of the men let her go and she nearly fell to her knees.
"What- what is this?" Her voice cracked.
The men were silent. They always were. As the man open the latch in the ground, the other man led her to it. Once they reached the edge she lifted her head up to him.
"I don't- "
Before she could finish the man pushed her into the 20 feet deep hole. The floor was covered in sand, but it was obviously concrete on the bottom. Her left side stung from the impact, she was sure her wrist was at least sprained.
"Please." She whispered up to the men, "Please!" She yelled trying to get on her knees, but unable to move.
They just looked at one another and nodded, closing the only opening in the hole.
There were no windows or electricity. Apparently there wasn't any insulation either as the cold began to get to her. So there she sat, nude, shivering, and in complete darkness with nothing but her own thoughts. She continued to do the math in her head.
587.
580.
573.
566.
559.
And the award for greatest procrastinator goes to *drum roll* ME! Tbh I finished the chapter a while ago I just didn't have time to post it. I actually supposed to be doing Physical Science homework but, just refer to sentence one for the answer to that. Did any of you catch that Tokyo Ghoul refrence? Yes? No? Whatevs. Your reviews give me life! So do that, I will try to update faster this time. I promise. And now I have to go do homework. *sarcastic yay*