Ana's POV
When I woke it was dark, something was off so I kept my eyes closed. Red Room tactic, make sure you are totally aware of your surroundings before you open your eyes. When I have nightmares that doesn't happen of course, but this isn't me waking from a nightmare? So where am I?
The ground beneath me was cold, my clothes were damp, I was freezing. I wasn't at SHIELD anymore? The only place I remember feeling this cold was Russia, in the Red Room. I can't be? How did they find me? How did they get in? How did they get me out?
The room was silent, I was alone, I heard no one breathing. I tried to focus harder, listening for anything, but I got nothing. I didn't even hear the footsteps coming up to the room before the door swung open,
"Anastasia, darling, welcome home" Dreykov said slyly,
I was still pretending to be unconscious, but he just laughed at me. He grabbed my neck and pulled me so I was sitting up, my back against the wall, eyes now open in shock,
"Do you think I wouldn't notice?" He said, drawing his finger across my cheek, I swallowed, I didn't know what was going to happen now, death? Torture? Sex? Honestly I wanted death at this point.
"A little Birdy told me you got compromised and failed your mission. To be honest failing is not what disappointed me the most, the Black Widow, Natalia, I raised her, she's the best of the best, you were never as good" he growled slapping me round the face, hard.
"I never thought you were weak though. I didn't think you'd let them into your mind like this" he spat, I dropped my head to look at the floor. I was ashamed. He was right. I was weak.
"LOOK AT ME...You look at me when I speak to you" he shouted and I winced at his raised voice, I stared at him, showing no emotion, perfect neutrality.
"You're the only one out of these useless girls who has a chance against Natalia, but we must remould your mind. We must...uncompromise you" He said smirking at the end, I tried not to react but I knew my eyes widened ever so slightly, which of course he didn't miss, at this his smirk turned into a full blown grin. I felt sick.
He snapped his fingers and in came the trainers, they grabbed my arms, and pulled me from the floor, I didn't resist, there was no point. I just let them drag me into the torture room.
The trough was there, filled with icy cold water. My damp clothes? They were from this? But why if they have only just started, are my clothes already wet? Something wasn't right. But I had no time to try and piece together the mystery before I was dumped into the water. I bit my lip hard, to stop me screaming. I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, but that was better then them extending this torture because I showed further weakness. The guards walked away. Leaving me there. They knew I wasn't going to get out, they knew I wasn't stupid. So I sat there, and waited for Madame B to arrive.
I tried counting how long it was before Madame B entered the room, but my mind couldn't focus properly in the cold water, it felt like hours. But she was here now, her heals clicking on the floor menacingly, her face scowling, if I wasn't already shaking because of the cold I would have shuddered.
"Here we are again Anastasia. Such a shame" she sighed. She started playing with my hair softly, "I had such belief in you when you first joined. Such hope in your abilities. But all you've done is let me down, again-"
My head is plunged under the water and held there. I know not to breath, but I didn't have time to take a deep breath. I try not to panic. I shut my eyes. To calm down I couldn't help but imagine the chemistry of my body right now, every second that goes by my body is using up oxygen to survive, and thus creating carbon dioxide, which as I'm not breathing is not being released. Second by second the amount of CO2 in my blood is increasing, and eventually I'll hit the breaking point, where not matter how much I will myself not to breathe in, my body will work against my mind and breathe anyway. With the very little oxygen I managed to get in my system before being plunged into this icy abyss that moment wasn't too far away.

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FanfictionBook 1: All Anastasia really believes about herself is that she was born to kill, that she has no place in this world. She is one of the worlds deadliest assassins, raised in the new and improved Red Room. Now 17, filled with trauma and rage. She...