*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 glared up with him. Hatred burned through me worse than the vinegar. I didn't think I was capable of such pure loathing. A wicked grin spread across the evil, crimson face. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying every second of this.
"Tie her to a chair!" he commanded. "It's time she spoke."
I got chained to a cold, metal chair. The coldness soothed the burning sensation my entire body was feeling right now. I felt extremely tired, like I could sleep forever. Someone poured a glass of water over my face. I raised my head weakly and lapped up the water greedily. It was warm and stale tasting but it was welcome on my sore throat. I could feel it lubricating my tonsils and bringing some life back to my throat and voice box.
"Here is there deal, Miss Dawes," The Red Skull announced, circling the chair. "You shall answer every question I ask. For every question you do not ask, I cut you a little deeper than before. For every smart remark you give me, I will mess you up. Do you understand?"
I looked up at him. I doubt there's much worse he can do to me other than rape. And that didn't strike me as his style. I slowly nodded without breaking eye contact. Another wicked grin spread across his face. He was enjoying himself far to much. It was disturbing.
"What is the formula for the super solider serum?" he asked me, snarling slightly.
I wanted to be cool. I wanted to be relaxed and cocky. I wanted to be sexy and distracting. I wanted to be a hero, like the Black Widow or someone cool like that. But this is reality and I'm not even a S.H.I.E.L.D member let alone someone with confidence. I pondered for a moment, debating what to tell him.
"I thought I already answered that- I believe the formula lies in Captain America's blood," I replied.
The knife was drive into my side. I grunt in pain and blood came up out of my mouth. I spat it out, all over the Red Skull's shiny black boots. He made a noise of disgust, stepping back. That gave me a little satisfaction. I grinned to the ground, blood trickling down my chin. The knife got yanked roughly out of my side. I could feel a warmth spreading in that area where the blood was gushing from it. it was both welcoming and disturbing. I was shivering from the cold now. The HYDRA agents had perfected stabbing you without causing too much damage- I knew I would stop bleeding in a bit.
"We have already discussed this, Miss Dawes," The Red Skull snarled. "Remember? I told you, we have already discussed that option,"
"Then you really have the wrong person bleeding all over your shoes," I muttered, growing feint again. "You should be going after Captain America's blood, not mine,"
The knife sliced across my face. It curved gracefully from where my hair line used to be, right under my left eye and down to stop and the beginning of my left nostril. Blood gushed from it, forcing me to close my eye.
"Lock her up in solitary confinement for three days,"
A knife slashed into my right leg several times. One time the knife skimmed the bone. I was throwing into a tiny room with no windows or light of any kind.
I lay there, curled up in a ball and cried. I sobbed my heart out. Everything was agony. It was just so painful, I begged death to take me. I wanted this all to end. I couldn't take it anymore. The sooner I tell the Red Skull the formula, the sooner all this will end. Sure, I'll be killed but I won't be hurting anymore. I thought about everyone I would be leave behind.
For the first time in almost twenty years, I thought about my mother and father. I thought about my mother's cruel face as she starved, I thought about my father standing there helpless. I thought about Doctor Jackson and Doctor Dawes pulling over in the highway and taking me into their home. I remembered all the times they pushed me to be smart, stopped me going out, advanced me beyond my years. I thought about leaving home and making the safe drugs. I thought about meeting Steve Rodgers and falling for him. I thought about seeing Captain America, strong and daring. I thought about all the opportunities I would never get to do. I thought about never seeing Asgard, or meeting Thor and taking his blood. I thought about never discovering the secrets of the Hulk, or creating a portal between worlds. I thought about never meeting my idols and working with them. I thought about my future and realised there was so much I still had to achieve. The pain ebbed away as I locked myself inside my mind. For three days I shut myself into my own mind and thought about everything. By the end, I had came to the conclusion to survive.