Captain America: Elliot Dawes Adventures

by AllThatMatters

Elliot Dawes (OC), genius finds herself in the crossfire between Hydra and Shield as they battle it out to get their hands on the Super Solider she recreated. She teams up with Captain America and other Marvel Characters to save the world from Hydra. Based after the Avengers Assembled and carrying on into Captain America 2 timeline, will the genius be able to outwit the enemy?

13. Chapter 13

*Please note that Elliot Dawes is an OC of mine and that this happens after Avengers Assembled and before Captain America 2, carrying on into that timeline. Also the following may be sensitive to some people and may cause triggers. It's torture, violence and cruelty.*

I glanced up at him. he was gazing thoughtfully into the distance. When he finds out that the Captain's DNA wasn't actually how I got the formula, I am a dead, beaten person. Out of all the things I wanted to do today, die wasn't really on the list. I wondered how long I could spam this out, and how much more off this pain I could cope with before snapping. I guess three days but at this rate, I'm lucky if I last the day. Or night. There's no windows and I have no sense of time.

"That does make sense," The Red Skull mused out loud. "However it is something already been discussed. Not good enough, Miss Dawes,"

I got beaten until I passed out.

I woke up a while later, lying in a puddle of my own piss, blood and vomit. I choked and coughed and spat out whatever mixture was lying in my mouth. I pushed myself up, wiping my mouth clean. Blood was crusted all over my face. I discovered I couldn't feel my legs. I could see them but not feel them. My breathing quickened and I began making noises of distress. I reached out to touch them but I couldn't. it was the most bizarre thing I had ever witnessed. I could feel my legs with my hands but they felt detached from my body, as if I were feeling up someone else's legs.

"Oh god," I whispered. "Oh god, oh god, oh god."

Part of me knew I could cope, adapt and change to the lifestyle of not having functioning legs but I was still freaked out. I won't be able to do any of my experiments or researching on my own. My life of solitude was over. I looked around, my heart hammering. I was back in my room, dumped on the floor. On the table was a tray of freezing food and water. It was the water I desired most. I winced as I dragged myself through the piss, blood and vomit towards the chair. I reached up and grabbed it with both my arms. Pain shot through my back. I let out a cry. I tried to move my legs but they wouldn't function. Taking several deep breaths I attempted to pull myself up. The chair moved and skidded out of my grasp, toppling over. I slumped down, sobbing. I was useless. I was going to die of starvation and be the first human being to physically die of humiliation. I hope somebody studies my body for that. I reached over and awkwardly pulled the chair up. I took several breaths and stretched up. I grabbed the edge of the table, carefully nudging the tray out of the way. I pressed my other hand on the chair and pushed. My arms shook terribly, showing how weak I actually was. I had training but that doesn't mean I'm strong enough to hold myself. It took me a moment to figure out how to do it but I got there. I shifted my legs so they were in a sitting position and turned to the tray.

It was cold soup and a glass of water. I took a mouthful of the water and swirled it around my mouth. I spat it out into the pile of vomit. I couldn't feel my trousers but I could see the dark stain from where I had pissed myself at one point. I was beyond caring by now. I lapped up the soup before pouring the water into the clean bowl. I grabbed a napkin and carefully dabbed away the crusted blood on my face. My nose was a throbbing mess, swollen and far to sensitive to touch. I cleaned up as best as I could with a mirror. I realised I then had to pee. I rolled off the chair and army crawled over to the toilet. I pushed myself up, slipped into the toilet and managed to turn myself round (it took a while cause I kept having to pause). Once I was sat down, I wriggled down my trousers and peed. I seemed to pee for the world, despite having already pissed myself. It burned to pee. I was dehydrated. Severely. I could reached the sink from where I was sitting. I had some feeling down in the vagina region which was a little comforting. You know, for if I ever get laid. I didn't have the energy or strength to drag myself over to the raised bed. I fell off the toilet and slept on the ground, preparing myself for another round of pain and humiliation.