A/n: So there is a lot of Hoyt in this and how Cobra is becoming the person she is known as. Next chapter she finally gets to met Vaas wohoo, some spice will be added to it lol
Days passed turning into weeks that turned into a month and half while Ally was trapped, locked away in darkness from everything and desensitized, she had begun to ramble to herself, the only contact she had was with the tiny bit of food tossed into her cell from the small slit in the metal door. Usually it was stale dirty bread with something cold and gooey on the side, off soup and sometimes cold stale rice if she was lucky. She was an animal in her, her hair had grown, her skin caked in dirt, sweet and blood, the burn marks on her back had healed up well as the woman passed back and forth twiddling with her fingers. The Cell walls were lined with claw marks; she didn't even have a toilet or a bucket in here so the corner had to make do. On the cold bitter nights she had only herself to curl up to just to keep warm; there wasn't any sort of bedding, no mattress or anything in here. This place was cramped, the sounds from outside could not be heard, not even heavy boots. Hoyt never came back since he burned her back, never spoke to her again but she could barely recall any of that.
Mentally she was broken, physically she was weakened with nothing more than her fat being burnt off, she'd become skinny, her well-toned body looked skinnier each day as she lost muscle as she circled around and around in the tiny cubical of space she had. Today was no different, no light, nothing to amuse herself with as she looked up to the ceiling clicking her tongue to a beat like sound as she rocked her head side to side. She could recall a song, one of her favourites, something like welcome to the jungle, she couldn't remember the words, she could barely even remember her own name as she sat on the dirty ground and began to rock back and forth. Boredom was always here with her, always teasing her as she shook her head like a mad woman muttering incoherent words that where not English nor any language at all.
"Times up!" A voice yelled from the far distance darkness, she'd sworn it was in her head as she chuckled rubbing the back of her head. "No no no" was all the woman could mutter, a shell of her former self.
Clicking sounds came from outside as she looked up with wild eyes. The door was opening, opening slowly, but it was enough as she smiled getting to her feet as fast as she could. She couldn't see much as the light was blinding but she didn't need to see anyway, for she could hear the sounds of boots coming forward and that's all it took as she leaped out of the cell catching the large man off guard as he stumbled backwards trying to fight her wild hands off as her long nails dug into his skin. She laughed, she chuckled all the way, but it was quickly over, a stinging sensation hit her in the neck causing her to gasp and leap back to look at an old worn man with white hair, his eyes so sad an sorrowful, a needle in his hand.
Like an animal she hissed and went to lash out causing this old strange man to almost stumble back with fear, but her body gave way as she fell to the floor only able to make strange groaning gurgling sounds, but soon even her eyelids betrayed her as they fell heavy. In the distances she could hear men talking. "Jesus" One said in an American accent. "What have they done to her?" The American went on only to be addressed by a witty sounding old man. "Isolation can break you down until you only have your primal instincts" Those where the last things she could hear or make out before she fell into an inky blankness unable to control herself, unable to open her eyes and even in her sleep she still struggled, struggled to relax and let it all go.
When she awoke it was with a fright as she jolted and panicked hitting the side of a tilled wall while her limbs kicked and thrashed about. Something was touching her and it felt strange like pin pricks on her face as she stumbled getting to her feet and slipping over on a wet floor, her hands had been bound together and so had her feet with cuffs as she snarled looking around. Water. It was water that was pelting down on her, a strange sight and sound and it was warm and almost comforting as she looked up and reached towards it. How long had she been locked away as she took in long deep sharp breaths before looking to the side. A man stood there, she knew his name but couldn't exactly recall it. He was wearing a hat, a bullet proof vest and had a wiry orange looking beard with ice blue eyes.
His body language said nothing more than sadness, something she didn't comprehend as the woman slowly stood up on her two legs snarling before looking away as she cupped her hands together collecting water before drinking it down. The shower floor was completely dirty, caked in dried blood and dirt that was washing away from her body as the man stood and watched sighing in frustration and defeat.
"What the hell did they do to you down there?" He softly said as he approached over towards her grabbing the nearest shampoo and pouring a handful off it on her head.
This strange sensation made her duck in confusion as his hands massaged through her hair and against her scalp. It was strange, too kind as she tried to swat him away weakly but it was of no use, the man was a giant as she snarled and looked to the ground. Something about this seemed familiar like as if she had been here before but she didn't know what or why, she couldn't recall anything but the darkness of her cell.
Again the man spoke causing her to look up at him with wild eyes. "Do you even remember what happened? How you got here?" His voice was filled with curiosity as he looked down to her before pulling the shower head off the wall and washing her all over.
"No" Was the woman's only response as she shook her head. The man only grumbled in response before he put the shower back up and proceeded to wash her all over with a nice smelling body wash.
She didn't much care to move away from him or try anything for that matter, in fact she stood there unsure of what to say or do and by the time he was finished and rinsed her off he handed her a towel, one that smelt like mould brining back an old memory. "I've been here before?" She questioned looking up at the man unsure of how to respond.
"Yeah, shortly after Hoyt brought you here. He beat the shit out of you, caused all those marks on your back." He said pointing to her horrible scared back that was a mess of deep wounded cuts and burn marks.
All the woman could do was look over her shoulder and feel the odd lumps and bumps that had formed on her back before looking back at the strange man again. "Saved me. Wounds too deep, needed to be burned." Cobra said with a frown remembering the horrible pain, her eyes welled up with the sensation of sadness, one she did not understand and a fear that made her almost shudder as she quickly shook her head and tried to think of anything else but that.
Rolling his eyes the strange man walked away out the door, she only followed him like a shadow despite not being fully dried and once she was she dropped the towel to the ground and looked up at him. She stood with a stoic expression on her face, the man looked at her up and down with raised brows as if he wasn't expecting that at all before he handed her a pile of clothing. "Put those on, Hoyt wants to see you." He walked away turning his back to her once she took the strange looking clothing.
Slowly she pulled the first thing up, a small grey looking shirt with yellow bands on the side arms, one side said Privateer the other blank as she examined it. There was also a black bra and some blank undies, she'd never felt so happy when she immediately tossed the shirt aside and looked at the panties before looking over at the man.
"Hey take these off?" She demanded showing her wrists and feet as she looked at him with a sour look on her face.
The man only shook his head and chuckled turning back around as he pulled a set of keys from his pocket. "I was never good at remembering to take these things off. Usually slaves that have them on die with them on." He mocked as he bent over and undid her feet before moving up to her wrists. Something about his behaviour was odd, awkward and nervous as she looked at him.
"What is it?" She asked curious to the man's sudden strange behaviour, his palms were clammy as he stood up fast on his feet and walked away turning his back to her once again never answering her, but she didn't need him to as she shrugged it off and began to dress herself. Shimming on the panties she felt an odd comfortable sensation and then the bra, it fitted around her chest nicely as she sighed with relief before putting on a pair of odd socks and then the grey shirt. It was a bit baggy on her but it did the job as she then slipped on the lose cargo pants. They had a dark ash colour to them as she hummed in delight.
"Shoes!" The man barked as he looked over his shoulder at her, he had his arms folded and it looked like he was trying to appear strong and brave but somehow she saw through that, his hands where clenched but shaking, his lips quivered in an odd way and he was sweating. Pocking her tongue out she retrieved the shoes from the bedside as she sat down and put them on, they were combat boots that came up around her leg past her ankles nicely as she smiled and then looked up at the man with a pouting face mocking him. He only grumbled in response rolling his eyes as he then moved and opened up the door.
"Come on, Hoyt doesn't have all day" He said in an almost defeated tone as the woman got up off the bed and walked with an odd skip in her steps.
Of course this strange man lead the way, they walked down a corridor where rats scattered off to the side, a woman laid on the ground beaten, probably on deaths door step while a man sat nearby comfortably on a chair with a smirk on his lips as he watched the woman walk past. She didn't like him but she didn't know why, something about his look was off putting as she pulled a face at the man causing him to get up and stumble in response tipping his beer over his pants.
It wasn't long before they walked up a flight of steps and turned a corner as they approached a step of doors. Something about them made her stop, she felt an odd sensation of fear as she looked over to the strange man escorting her, he only looked down at her with sorrowful look putting his hand behind her back and giving her a pat forward. She didn't understand this, why she felt this way or why this strange man that had been escorting her seemed so genuinely sorry for her.
As she pushed the doors open she was greeted with the smell of tobacco, scent of scotch, perfume and the smell of gun powdered. It was like all her senses had been kicked into over drive as she stopped a memory flashed through her head as she groaned clutching the side of her face half hunched over, her breathing became shaky, the memory of a man smirking with sinister intent played through her head as she looked back up to the chair that swivelled around showing a man, not just anymore, but the man that caused her so much pain.
"Hoyt Volker" Her tone held bitterness to it as she snarled and stood up straight regaining herself, two men stood guard at either side of the door as Hoyt gestured to the seat on the opposite side of the desk, he smiled that same wicked smile pleased to see that she could remember his name.
"Come now, take a seat we have much to go over my dear." He cooed trying to lace his voice with a soft kindness but she saw through that as she took that seat and sat up straight looking into this man's eyes, her hands clenched as they sat on her lap. "Isolation did you some good." He said pointing at her before he reached for a glass of scotch sitting on the desk. "I was wondering how you would turn out, couldn't be happier." He said with a chuckle looked up at her as he took a swig of his drink never breaking eye contact.
"And why is that?" The woman said with a frown as she folded her arms over her chest. She was afraid of him but she was angry, he had hurt her, done this to her but he had also saved her as she reminded herself. Conflicted she didn't know what to do, who to pick as she drew in a long deep breath trying to collect herself.
"Awe…"He made a fake pouting face before he smirked looking up at her. " Don't be so disappointed. I had to put you in your place otherwise I would have more slaves trying to uprise against me." He smiled but it was fake, a sliver of his lip didn't curl like they normally would, he was angry and it was just a matter of time before he showed it. "Now the reason I brought you here wasn't just to see how you turned out. In fact I have a little offer for you." He leaned forward clasping his hands, a familiar thing he had done before as she looked up at him trying to figure him out.
Leaning back into her seat the woman nodded in agreement. "Fine what is it?" She said as best as she could without giving way to the fear or the fact her hands where trembling.
"Straight to the point, I like that." Hoyt smirked as he nodded before leaning back into his own chair raising his hands behind his head. "I want you to work for me, kill for me, and do whatever the fuck I say. I could put someone like you to good use you know?" he smiled looking at her as he turned his chair sides ways watching her from the corner of his eyes, there was a catch to this but what exactly was that? "However I have but one question for you…"He paused as he looked away from her and out the window. "What's your name?"
It hit her hard as she sat still confused of what to say or do. What was her name? Who was she really? Or better yet who had she been before all of this? Hoyt could tell she was clueless as he turned around again and smirked, he was playing her, testing to see how far she had gone as he rested his arms on the desk. "Tell you what why don't you pick a name huh? Something suiting." He nodded to his words with a smile.
He wanted to change her, make her something new, he had already broken her spirit, forced her to become an animal and now he was giving her a chance at something new. She was taken back by this, a strange twisted man he was being brutal and then kind the next as she drew in a breath. The woman had also liked a king cobra as her spiritual animal and so it came natural as she parted her lips "Cobra." She said in a strong voice. "My name is Cobra."