Hey guys! Here's chapter 2 hope you like it… sorry it took so long to update…

Struggling to regain control of her body, Natasha couldn't do anything accept for squirm in Ivan's arms trying to make it as difficult as possible for him. This only resulted in a hard punch to the side of her head along with three more to her stomach.

She decided that it wouldn't be worth the punishment and went limp in his arms. Reluctantly going along as he drug her by the hair into a large room. He threw her on top of a table before handcuffing her to the legs so she couldn't escape.

"Oh what fun we'll have together." Ivan teased leaning in towards her so his face was only two inches from hers. Natasha spit the blood and spit combination from her mouth into Ivan's face. He reeled back in surprise slapping her and shouting profanities. "You shouldn't have done that." Ivan said with a murderous look in his eyes.

Nodding to the guards they retreated only leaving Ivan, Natasha and two guards left at the door. He strode around the table in which she laid mocking and teasing her. Again leaning into her face he whispered so only she could hear. "I will take great pleasure in being the one to break the cold, heartless Black Widow."

It sent a chill down her spine. He stood up and walked over to another table in the room fiddling with something she couldn't see. She let her cold mask drop for the few seconds she could before letting it settle over her face just in time for Ivan to turn around.

"I remember when you first arrived at the Red Room." He said recalling the memory. "You were so beautiful and had so much potential. I was honored to be the one to mold you into the Black Widow."

Natasha shuddered. She tried hard to forget her days in the Red Room. Right after she had defected the nightmares were terrible, but nowadays they were scarce only turning up every once in a while after a mission that brings up memories.

However, nowadays she had Clint to help her get through them. He was always there for her and her for him.

"What do you want with my friends?" she questioned threateningly. This comment grabbed his attention. He walked over to her.

"Did I hear you right, cause I could have sworn I just heard the Black Widow say she has friends." He mocked her. "And to think all these years I thought you were the same heartless Natalia that I trained in the Red Room. Looks like all these years away have made you go soft."

She growled at him. "Whatever this is about it's between you and me leave them out of it." If looks could kill Ivan would have been dead a thousand times over.

"Oh you are right this is between you and me, but you seem to be fond of this pathetic human scum, and remember my job is to break you. Who knows how far I'll have to go to succeed in my mission. And I never fail my missions." he reals back and brings his fist forward hard against her cheek. "How's about we start right now?"

He retreated to the other table in the room, fiddling with something that Natasha couldn't see. He strategically placed his massive body so that she wouldn't be able to see what he was doing.

He reeled around quicker than Natasha's eyes could follow and before she knew what was happening he was right next to her table with a lethal looking dagger. A look of fear flitted across her face before her cold mask settled firmly on her features. This did not go unnoticed by Ivan and caused him to laugh in pure joy.

He bent down so the tip of the dagger was mere centimeters above her eye, before slowly digging the tip into her cheek and dragging it from the area even with her eye down to her chin. Blood gushed from the wound but Natasha didn't flinch.

This annoyed Ivan in some way. He knew it would take more than a little cut to break the Black Widow, but he had at least hoped for some reaction.

Unsatisfied with the lack in reaction he decided to step it up a notch. He circled her table like a lion circles its prey. Moving quickly he plunged the blade into her shoulder before dragging it down to her elbow.

She let out a yelp of pain and surprise before scolding herself for being so weak. This only fueled to Ivan's want. He wanted to make her squirm in pain and beg him for mercy.

Walking confidently to the other table he grabbed a handgun. Spinning he aimed at her. He didn't want to kill her, not yet. That would be too easy. Instead he aimed at a spot at the top of her thigh pulling the trigger before repeating the action a little lower on the same thigh.

She gave another yelp in pain. Ivan smiled in triumph, placing the gun back on the table. "This is only the preview for what I have in store for you and your little friends. I want you to suffer." He said giving her an evil smirk.

He nodded to the guards to take her away before retreating out another door. The guards roughly removed her restraints, forcing her to her feet. She gave another small cry at the weight that was forced onto her injury.

They led her through the halls back to her cell. She couldn't hear any movement inside, it worried her. Had Ivan gotten them already?

The guards slammed the door open pushing her to the ground just inside the door, one of them kicked her in her bad leg and spitting on her. They shut the door behind them with a loud bang.

She felt comforting arms wrap around her and help her sit up against the wall. Soon she was looking into the worry filled eyes of her family.

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-Lucybrad33