All he ever knew at this point was a few simple things. Obedience training, physical training, missions, and punishment. It all repeated in an agonizing cycle in which the soldier had become increasingly numb to. He only ever reacted when the pain was far too much for any super soldier to handle- but reactions got consequences, unless that was the desired effect.

Today had been an agonizing round of beatings, humiliation, and all the sorts he’d grown accustomed to during his time in Hydras hands. You as his healer had no choice but to watch, ready to step in at a moments notice if someone took things too far, bringing him to the edge of death that he so longed for. But they’d never give up their asset.

You sat in a corner, eyes focused on the ground as the sound of hard slaps echoed in the room with the occasional grunt from the soldier. You couldn’t bare to watch, not when he was so beat, so dehumanized. You ached with the urge to step in and help him but that would likely only make his pain worse. The cold depths of the basement made you yearn so bad for memories you could not quite recall.

“What do you want, Soldat?” Kaprovs cold voice sliced through the cold air, piercing as ever.

“I want it to end.” He rasped, voice heavy with pain and despair.

“What was that.?” Kaprov asked calmly, taking a step forward.

“Water.” The soldier said quietly, his eyes turning down in defeat.