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Pain, that was all she was seeing and feeling, it was her whole universe. The kind of pain that made your body feel like it was on fire and spread lightning on the backs of your eyelids. She had long ago given her captors the pleasure of seeing her scream, and after that, seeing tears of pain roll down her cheeks. She knew that before long they would be laughing as she begged them to remove the collar. The device had started shocking her the minute it had been strapped on, and it had thrown her out of unconsciousness. Natasha knew all the mechanics, this wasn't the first time someone had strapped a collar on her, but this had been the longest she had had it on. The collar was a piece of technology and she was a technopath, to be more precise a touch technopath, although there was the possibility that she could get stronger and soon wouldn't need to touch the smaller things. In essence she couldn't stop trying to use her power on the collar; it would go off and send spasms of pain throughout her whole body, throwing off her focus before she could shut it off.

It had been on for more than twenty four hours and after twenty two hours her nose had started bleeding from the strain of using her powers for that long, and the strain of being shocked for that long.

She lay in a puddle of blood, twitching every few seconds. The screaming had died down into whimpers three hours ago because she simply couldn't find the energy to scream anymore. Her right hand clenched around her left hand, the grooves of her engagement ring cutting into her palm being the only thing that kept her grounded.

The bastards had gotten her in her car on the way back to the institute. She had gone back to her and Hank's apartment in downtown Bayville because she had forgotten the printouts of the Registration Act terms that she had promised to show Professor Xavier. Her friend in Congress had been keeping her up to date on all of the events pertaining to this legislation and she couldn't afford to miss a thing. None of them could. She hadn't seen the guy with the tranq gun until it was too late, the beesting feeling in the flesh of the side of her neck was the last thing she felt. She had woken up screaming in a cell with the collar around her neck. She didn't know if anyone else was here, she hoped nobody was. Nobody deserved to go through this special kind of hell. Especially not those students.

Natasha knew they were going to keep her alive, they had shut the collar off long enough to let her have some water and a little food a few hours ago. She had been restrained by guards with very big guns but was honestly too exhausted to do anything to them. The first few hours she had been there she had screamed curses at the guards when they did their rotations she said she would do terrible things to them, mostly to their lower anatomy, their families, and she called them the worst names she could think of. None of them had answered her back beyond the occasional "Shut up mutie freak/bitch/whore!"

She had managed to snatch a little bit of sleep. Well more like lapsing in and out of consciousness, but she would take what she could get just as long as she could wake up. Natasha didn't want to think about what would happen next, with her body and brain under this much stress the next step in the process would be coma and she really, really didn't want to think about what came after that. She needed to get this thing off and everything would be okay again. She wondered again if anybody else had been captured. What if Hank had been captured? Oh god please no-aargh! Another particularly strong shock stopped her train of thought as she arched backwards, clenching her teeth against another scream.

Natasha tried for what felt like the millionth time to remember what the professor had taught her about psionic shielding and walls, but another shock hit her before she could start building defenses. Natasha lay her head down on the floor, trying to avoid getting more of her nosebleed on her face. She could hear the pounding of boots through the cool cement floor. More guards, maybe they were going to give her more water; she could use some. There was another sound, a click of heels, someone else was coming too. When she heard the metal squeal of the door opening she weakly lifted her head. Aside from the two, or was it three, guards there was an all too familiar woman: Senator Jane Kelly holding a clipboard and smiling like a lion that was seeing the light leaving it's prey's eyes. The woman walked up to her.

"Ma'am, we would advise against this, she is quite dangerous," one of the guards cautioned.

Damn straight and don't you forget it, Natasha thought, forgetting the current searing pain in the back of her neck as she internally smirked.

"Don't worry, she won't hurt me."

Another jolt, and this time Natasha couldn't help it, she let out a small scream of pain, unwillingly proving Kelly's point.

"Would you like us to turn it off? It looks like it hurts," Jane Kelly cooed leaning in close enough so that Natasha would have been able to smell her shampoo if she had been able to breathe through her nose. Natasha resisted the urge to spit blood in her face.

There it was, begging time, but at this point she didn't care she, just wanted the damn thing off before it killed her. "Please…" she whispered "just take it off, I'll tell you whatever you want to know." She sucked her breath as her body jerked again. Kelly grabbed ahold of Natasha's long braid and yanked it back so that Natasha's ear was right next to Jane's lips. Natasha couldn't hold back the small shriek of pain.

"Too bad for you I already have everything I want to know, freak," Jane taunted. "I know your powers, I know that you and that gorilla monster were behind the smear campaign, I know the two of you orchestrated the theft of my test subjects. And I already know how to break into your school and take your students." She finished with a malicious murmur.

Natasha's blood ran cold. She had taken others. This had gone too far.

Jane let go of her hair and Natasha's head dropped to land on the floor, narrowly missing the puddle of blood. She heard the click of heels moving away as the senator left. "When I get out of here," Natasha gathered the strength to say loud enough for the other woman to hear her. "I will kill you all myself.

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