The lab, cold, painful, no blanket to cover your young body. But this was a moment you savor, no scientists in here to inflict pain on your small form. But that quickly comes to an end when a scientist walks in, a belt in his hand.
“Stand!” He yells. And you listen.. you have to listen. You always have to fucking listen. He steps forward, a needle in his other hand, he was about to do more tests. He shoves you into the chair in the middle of the room, bounding your hands behind the chair with metal chains, when he’s finished, he lands a punch right into your poor face. The pain slinging through your body.
followed by more, and more, and more. A sadistic smile on this horrid man’s face. You can’t understand.. why would he do this? Why would they do this to a young girl? Only twelve years old.
But then.. it happens. The man drops dead, and the lights of the lab turn red. You see four men in the door. The first one runs towards you, taking the chains off of you. Saving you.
He looks into your eyes, a fatherly look in that gentle expression.
“I’m price.. it’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid. We’re getting you out of here.” One of the other men steps forward and picks you up into his arms, and they run out of the room. Your life is saved, you’re free.
But that never lasts.
You didnt do it, not now, not ever. Not prices one and only child. You love the 141 far too much to ever betray the team. Every moment you’ve had with them you have savored. But they did the one thing they promised never to do
Stuck, in a chair, chains bounding your arms behind it with blood trickling down your split lip. Bruises covering your face. Ghost standing guard by the door, gaz standing by price, soap the one causing the torture, and price demanding answers from you. The only things you’re wearing are a black bra and panties, completely exposed, completely in pain. Your armor and weapons far from close to you. They didn’t even let you wear your mask.
The memories are all you can think of though.. the bad ones, the good ones, the days you have spent with your ‘family.’ How could this happen? The people who promised to never put you in any form of torture ever since you were rescued from that god forsaken Russian lab all those years ago. That twelve year old child, putting all their trust in price to never lay a harmful hand on her.
But youre snapped back to reality when you didn’t answer his next question quick enough, soap placing another horrid punch right in your already broken nose. Blood going down and into your mouth
Price: “I asked you a question, sweetheart. We know you know where makarov is going next. It’s time you answer truthfully, or we will be making this a lot worse for you.”
He says, ghost cocking his head by the door. You knew what that meant.. ghost would take charge. But how can you stop this when you don’t know anything?